Pen 27 she/her. Side blog for posting only. 18+ Trying my hand at writing smut. No particular fandoms. Dark Content Warning. https://archiveofourown.org/users/PennyRosethy
All fics are set in the Just Us series and are all Poly!Ghostface x F!Reader. No real set timeline.
Just Us Series
obsessive possessive behaviour, vaginal fingering, dubcon, threesome, violence, Wall sex, dubcon, abusive relationship, a little anal play, double penetration, dry humping.
Part One
Two - Stu x F!reader
Three
Four
Five
At Least Once
Stu x F!Reader
premature ejaculation, dirty talk, unintentional orgasm denial, Stu being a selfish asshole.
A Little Push
Billy x F!Reader
abusive relationships, manipulative/possessive behaviour, a little sub Billy, a tiny dash of misogyny.
Fantasy
misogyny, squirting, cunnilingus, blowjob, pegging
Losing Your Virginity with -
Stu
Billy
Dubcon, abusive/controlling/manipulative relationship. Stu is an asshole. NonCon, somnophilia, drunk sex, toxic/ abusive relationships.
Billy finds out Stu took your Vcard
Stoned
toxic controlling possessive relationships, fingering, face fucking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cumplay, a little foot fetish.
Foot Fetish with Stu
toe sucking, masturbation, a very brief sub Stu mention, pet play mention. toxic relationship in general.
Quickie
Stu Macher x F!reader
exhibitionism? kitchen sex, toxic/abusive relationship. A little dubious consent.
Drugged Reader
Stu Macher x F!reader
drugging, hints of potential noncon, maybe a little hint of necrophilia if you squint.
Predator
Stu Macher
poorly thought out dubiously consented cnc, rough sex
Chase Me
Billy Loomis
Hide and Seek/Chase kink, oral sex, knife play, object insertion
Seven Minutes in Heaven
Poly!Ghostface
Getting High
Poly!Ghostface
anal sex, oral sex.
Does Billy Love Sid?
Complete Fluff
Random Poly!Ghostface Asks -
Could They Kill Reader?
But could they??
Would They Kill For Reader?
Billy/Stu Kinks
Getting Mad At Reader
Bringing Reader in on the Big Plan
Stu Worried about Reader Leaving
What if Reader Did Leave??
What if Reader Shuts Down?
Stu worried about Hurting Reader
Stu hurting Reader Part two
Stu and Billy roleplay together?
Does Stu not drink?
Are they Always Dom?
Did Stu love Casey?
Who argues the most?
Your Dynamics
DEGREES OF LEWDITY
Sold
M!Bailey x F!Reader
18+ nothing too smutty, alludes to noncon
Sold 2
M!Bailey x F!Reader
nothing explicit, alludes to noncon, forced tattooing, aggressive behaviour
Punishment
M!Bailey x F!Reader
Getting spanked by Bailey. PWP, nothing explicit, face slapping, dub/non con
A Chat
M!Avery x F!Reader
Daddy Kink, gaslighting, possessive/controlling behaviour, blowjob. Dialogue heavy
A little fluff with Whitney
M!Whitney x F!Reader
abusive relationships, abusive parents and mc suffering from trauma and probably more than a little Stockholm syndrome. mentions previous sexual assault.
Value
M!Bailey + M!Whitney x F!Reader
little smut but not detailed. exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal sex, fingering, alludes/referenced forced prostitution.
School Regulations
M!Whitney/F!Reader. A little M!Leighton
fingering, spanking, exhibitionism/voyeurism, dubcon, pseudo incst, blood kink, abusive relationships.
Bath Time
M!Bailey x F!Reader
A little bath time voyeurism. vaginal fingering, dubcon, threats of violence, power imbalance, possessive behaviour.
RANDOM SNIPPETS
TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE
Doll
Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader & Hoytt x F!Reader
Rape/Non-con Elements, Mild Stockholm Syndrome, Extremely Dubious Consent, Physical Abuse
SCARLET GOSPELS / HELLRAISER
Pinhead x F!reader
Literally only a paragraph, mildly suggestive
He woke up hard, painfully hard. The last flickers of his dream replaying over and over in his mind.
He didn’t want you dead, but sometimes his thoughts strayed to involving you in his more violent fantasies. The thought of it, the sudden obsession for imagining it, he couldn’t shake it. Didn’t want to. Closing his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt his cock twitch. He felt stupidly close already, waking up just before he got to the good part.
His hips roll up as he tries to catch onto the lingering traces of his dream, humping the air with a quiet murmur of your name. He could cum untouched if he was patient enough, something he only seemed to be able to do when thinking about you.
You’d been running from him, he remembers that bit clearly, his breath harsh and loud behind the mask as he spat obscenities at you. The rest was a blur and he let his imagination take over.
**
He knew you'd fight back, not just beg for your life and cry and wail like the others, but he'd been taken a back by just how violently you'd reacted. He’s proud and irritated at the throb of pain in his temple, the blood trickling down his cheek to his chin.
**
He shudders, unable to resist the urge to touch himself any longer. Patience lost at the thought of you, afraid and angry and just begging to be shown your place. He gripped himself, stroking slowly down the length of his cock. Already wet, dripping, precum smearing around his fingers, his balls aching for release. A low grunt escaped him as he stroked once more, the slick sound too loud in the quiet of his bedroom before he had to stop, feeling like he was going to burst before he got far enough into his fantasy.
**
----- You’d ran, of course you had but you’d been smart about it and he'd lost track of you for just a moment.
"Bu-Baby," He half hoped you would notice his almost slip up. "Come out, come out where ever you are!"
You wouldn’t run upstairs, or try to squeeze out the doggy door like an idiot, you’d have a plan, you'd be hiding, waiting for your opportunity to strike.
It made him almost giddy with anticipation. But you weren't as used to this as he was, weren't as quiet. The smallest creak of the floorboards behind him had him tensing, turning just in time to narrowly miss the heavy poker swung at his head. That pissed him off, and he forgot momentarily that the goal wasn't to kill you. The knife he swung managing to get a good slice in as you tried to dodge him, the blade cutting deep into your arm.
**
Your imagined little noise of pain had him gripping the sheets with a hiss, hips instinctively humping the air in search of friction, his breathing fast and shallow as he tried to calm down. He wasn’t going to cum yet, he hadn’t reached the good part.
**
----- The pain had thrown you off balance, made you stumble and that was all he needed to take you down.
Slamming you into the ground with a feral grin you couldn't see. He just wanted to show you that he was faster, stronger than you were. He’d let you up again maybe, if you didn’t manage to push him off with all the squirming and kicking you were doing, but first he wanted to make sure you knew he was toying with you.
He pressed the knife against your throat, watching you intently through the mask as he ground down a little, the panic and fear in your eyes kicking in to overdrive as you felt how hard he was.
"Get off!" You kicked out, trying to push yourself backwards and out from underneath him but he was far to strong for you.
"I'm about to," He laughed, the noise twisted behind the voice box, slightly disappointed you didn't respond to his joke. "No sense of humor huh?" He paused, blade tapping against your throat as he waited for a response. You didn't give him one and he sighed. "So boring." His grip tight as he wrenched you around, flipping you onto your stomach and straddling you, ignoring your stream of vitriol as rocked against your ass.
**
“Fuck.” He couldn’t take it anymore, the need to cum overriding his desire to ride out this fantasy. His strokes were fast, his grip tight enough to stray onto that delicious line between pleasure and pain. He imagined your breath catching in your throat as he pressed you into the ground, your fight finally turning into sobs and pleas for mercy .
**
"So now you want to entertain me?" He reached for his belt, his zipper, making sure you heard it as he pulled his cock free. "Too late, we're going to play another game now."
The noise made you panic even more, snapping your head back in an effort to smack him in the face but he was too quick for you. One hand shoving your head back down, you turn your face just in time to narrowly avoid smashing your nose into the hard wood floor, his knife slamming down into the floor next to you. The blade just slicing along your cheek and you go still, your sobs turning into little quiet hiccups.
"You'll like this game, I promise," He toys with the hem of your nightshirt. "Just be a good little doll for me ok?"
**
He spat into his hand, the warm saliva doing little to ease the rough drag of his palm as his pace turned frantic. The mattress creaked beneath him, and he bit down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, a sudden crazed desperation to taste your blood switching his daydream into something more violent.
**
He yanked the nightshirt up, surprised to find you were naked underneath.
"You are a good little doll aren't you?" He shivered, the beautiful bare skin of your back just begging to be marked up by that shiny sharp blade. "Knew I was coming didn't you? Running around this house all naked, just for me."
**
His head was starting to throb, his hand starting to cramp at the rough pace as his fantasy completely devolved into a slew of violent twisted images.
Your blood smeared across his chest as he fucked you into the floor. The knife cutting across your tongue as he forced you to suck it off. Your cries growing louder as he pressed his cock against that unprepped hole. The confusing mix of terror and anger across your face as he shoves himself into your throat, watching you struggle and choke as you try to swallow his thick load around the blood and saliva. Would you know it was him just from the taste?
The groan that tore from his throat was guttural, his head pressing back into his pillow as his back arched. He was covered in sweat, hot and sticky as his thighs tensed, free hand gripping on to the sheet beneath him.
You’d break so beautifully for him, you’d make him work for it, but he would win. He’d break you down to nothing but a scared, begging little whore.
The thought pushed him over the edge, going silent as release tore through him. It was intense, a stab of pleasure that was over way too quickly as he spilled across his stomach, eyes squeezed shut so tightly he could see stars, a low buzzing noise in his ears.
When he came back to himself, it was to the sound of his own ragged breathing. his skin damp with sweat and an oppressive tightness across his forehead that was definitely the start of a painful migraine. He let out a low curse, arousal still simmering in his gut as he rolled onto his stomach, uncaring of the sticky warm mess he smeared into his bed, hips already rolling and humping mindlessly into his mattress as he closed his eyes again. Maybe this time he’d let you run a little further.
a Short Flirty/Horny Stu snippet. Nothing explicit.
Stu Macher x F!reader
Burger thief, mild voyeurism/exhibitionism
When Stu set his mind to something, there was little you could do to dissuade him, and right now his mind was set on stealing your burger.
He had noticed your discomfort immediately, and it was like a red flag to a bull. The way you had tensed when he said he wasn’t hungry at the counter and his adamant refusal to get anything leaving you with a weary sense of foreboding.
It had only got worse after you had sat down, almost curling over your plate in preparation of attack as you watched him out the corner of your eye, his every move far too casual as he settled back in his chair.
“Bunny.” Stu slung his arm over the back of your chair.
You tensed, keeping one hand hovering over your burger as you ate a few fries with other. “What?”
“So possessive.”
You clicked your tongue in annoyance, trying to lean away from him but he just grins back at you.
“Relax,” He snatching the fry out of your hand and throwing it in to his mouth. “Keep your damn burger.”
“I asked you three times and you said you didn’t want anything,” You sulked. Half-heartedly grabbing another fry and trying not to grimace at his noisy chewing.
“I didn’t.” He replied with a cock of his chin. “I want yours.” His fingers fluttered over your shoulder.
“You’re going to get us in trouble, stop it.” You gave a defeated huff, sacrificing your fries but moving the rest of your burger to the opposite side of your plate.
“Oh no, trouble,” The sarcasm was strong in his voice but he did remove his hand from the back of your chair, stealing another handful of your fries. “With who? Dewey?” He snorted.
“Yeah, Dewey. I know you saw him when we came in,” You tried not to snap, knowing he’d just up the ante if he realised you were getting annoyed with him. “He might say-,”
“Say what to who?” He didn’t say it but you could hear the ‘who cares’ in his tone. “He saw two friends sitting sharing some food? Big deal.”
There’s a pause, one that fills you with trepidation and has you glancing towards the bathrooms where Dewey had disappeared a few minutes earlier.
“You know, we could actually give him something to talk about?” Hand moving from your plate to brush over your leg.
“Do not.” You grimaced at the feeling of his salty fingers stroking up the inside of your thigh. “Your fingers are all greasy.”
He ignores you, keeping his hand tucked between your thighs even as you tried closing them, his pinkie stretched out so it could just press against you through the thin cotton of your panties.
“We’re in public, and Dewey will be back any second,” You protested, grasping onto his wrist as you tried to keep your hips still.
“Will he?” He said playfully. “He’s definitely into the voyeur stuff.”
“Stu.”
“Just spread a little wider. Just a touch, I wanna see how wet you are for me.” He held your gaze, but you didn’t budge and he clicked his tongue when you didn’t obey. “Spoilsport.”
You licked your lips, flustered and turned on but relieved when he let go of your thigh. A relief that was short lived as he lent forward, lowering his face until you could feel his breath over your lips.
“Thanks.”
“What?” It took you a second to realise what he was doing, his little smirk turning into a triumphant grin as he stood up, swiping the rest of your burger with him. It was in his mouth and down his throat before you even finished cursing at him, your annoyance overshadowed by the brief panic that he was going to choke on it.
“You’re such a dick,” glaring at him. “I’ve been craving that all day.”
He’s already slumped in the drivers seat when you catch up with him, teasing you with how full he is as you slip into the passenger side. He doesn’t move to start the car, not even after you’ve done your seatbelt up and you turn to face him with exasperation.
“You forgotten how to drive or what?”
“Open them now?”
It takes you a second, your face heating as you realise what he’s still fixated on. “Are you serious? can we at least go back to yours or something?” You’re reluctant, even as your thigh twitches a little with the desire to move when his hand settles on your knee.
“I just wanna touch you,” His fingers slip a little higher, you don’t move, watching as his gaze flicks back to the diner. “Just let me pet the kitty.”
You pull a face at his choice of words. “Are you sure they can’t see us?”
“Don’t think so,” He shrugs as you frown. “They could see us if they looked but they can’t see what we’re doing.” He pushes his nails into your skin. “Come on, open those legs bunny, I want to touch you while I can see them.”
“What kind of weird kink is that?” you tease, but you relent, relaxing your thighs and shifting your weight to open them a little more at his pleased hum.
“There you go,” He praised, wasting no time to slip under the edge of your panties. “Gonna purr for me?”
You got caught between rolling your eyes at his continued analogy and moaning under your breath when he dipped his finger lower, feeling lightheaded when he slipped the tip of his index finger inside you.
“Fuck I knew you were wet,” he groaned, hissing when you deliberately clenched down around him. “Always such a needy kitty cat.”
“You’ve touched,” you tried to close your legs, but he refused to move. He really was just touching you, petting you almost. It felt good but you knew if you let him continue you were going to go pass the point of wanting him to stop. “You can touch more later, now is driving time.”
“Touching and driving, bunny,” he murmured. “I can multitask.”
She ignores you, fingers tapping against the steering wheel as she stares at the house.
"Baby, promise me."
"You shouldn't have come."
"We've been divorced over a year. I've moved on, he's-," you waver, suddenly uncertain. "Moved on."
"You still shouldn't have come. I shouldn't have let you come."
You hum, a little hurt but you don't exactly disagree with the sentiment, you probably shouldn’t have come. Either way you couldn't let her walk into his home without you. You're not even too sure why, a little fear for her safety, and maybe a little paranoia that he'd tell her something about you, that he'd slip some little lie into her brain that would fester and grow and he'd manage to ruin something yet again for you.
She looks at you when you stay quiet and you give her weak smile in return.
"You need his research right? So we pretend he's nothing more than another history buff with much needed resources. It's a normal everyday activity for us. I always come with you on these trips." You think you over did the attempt at reassuring her with the way her frown deepens.
"Not when it's your psychopathic ex-husband," she hisses and you are momentarily taken aback by the venom in her words. "You shouldn't be here, this was a stupid idea. We should have gone with our usual plan B."
"You need it, and your plan B is-," You trail off when her fingers twitch towards the keys still in the ignition. "Babe, breaking and entering my "psychopathic" ex husbands house is an even worse idea you know." You force some levity in to your voice and try to relax as she lets her hand drop.
"How can you be so calm about this?"
You shrug, you're not. At all. Butterflies had been running rampant ever since she'd told you she needed to meet with him. Another horrid joke in a long list of running jokes that the universe insisted on playing on you. The one person she needed to help her with this expedition was the one person you never wanted to see again.
"I should be reassuring you, not the other way around." Her fingers intertwine with yours. "Are you OK? Be honest."
"I'll be fine." Unsure if you are being honest or not. "This is important to you and he's no longer a part of my life is he?" you tighten your grip, fingers squeezing her own. "It's an unfortunate fleeting passing of orbits, nothing more."
"You're important to me. You can stay in the car?" She breaks the grip you have on her to shove the car keys into your hands. "Or further down the road? It'll be quick boring pleasantries, a trip to his office and then I'll be out."
The mention of his office sends a chill down your spine, a flicker of well locked away memories that you shove quickly back down, and although your brain is screaming at you to agree with her you shake your head. "I'll be fine, really." you glance at the front door again before leaning in to press a quick kiss to her mouth. "Let's go."
Not much had changed, the decor was mostly the same, even the sickly smell of lilies was the same. The familiarity leaving you clinging to her hand and feeling rather nauseous as you followed the butler into the living room.
Although the sight of his mother sat on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand was enough of shock for you to immediately drop Her hand, clasping your hands in front of you as old repeated apologies tried to force themselves out of your mouth.
"Welcome, the Adventurers I presume?" She barely looks at the two of you, using her wine glass to gesture towards the sofa opposite her. "Take a seat, He'll be down in a minute."
Her gaze flickers between the two of you, although she shows no sign of recognition or interest in you, her gaze resting on Her instead. You know what comes next from the way her lips go thin, eyes narrowing as she raises one eyebrow. She's not impressed with what she sees and your mind struggles to come up with something to say to interrupt the icy insult that was about to be thrown in your lovers direction.
"Sorry to keep you waiting,"
Your heart feels like it's stopped dead and still beating at a hundred miles an hour at the same time. You thought you were prepared for this, you thought you could handle it, you were so so wrong. "Its a pleasure to meet you in person."
"Likewise," she stands, neatly sidestepping in front of you in an attempt to shield you. " although I regret this must be a quick visit, we have a flight to catch in an hour."
A lie, but he accepts it readily. "Of course." as much as you wanted to stay hiding behind her it was silly, childish but the brief moment granted to you while they briefly chat allows you to collect yourself. You could do this. You stood with a gentle touch to her elbow, his gaze flickering to you as your own automatically drops.
"It is wonderful to see you again, you are looking well."
There's nothing but bland politeness in his tone, but you still can't bring yourself to look him in the eye, one of his lessons you obviously haven't managed to force out of yourself yet.
"Thank you." Your tongue fails you then, unsure what to say next and unwilling to engage him in conversation.
There's a moment of awkward silence and you can feel his gaze on you. You know him well enough to know he's enjoying your discomfort even if he doesn't outwardly show it. The silence lingers long enough for her shoulders to tense, her head tilting slightly in that way she does when she senses a threat. "Shall we? We really are short on time."
You miss what he says in response, attention focused on her as she turn back to you with a whispered stay here. You're grateful but also don't want to, left in the silent room with his Mother of all people.
You sit back down slowly, ignoring her gaze and pretending to take in the various art work on the walls. Foolishly trying to sit so perfectly still that maybe she'd forget you were there, until you register what is hanging above the fireplace, a small hitch in your breath causing her to follow your gaze.
"Lovely piece isn't it?" She knocks back the rest of her wine in one swallow. "Shame about the artist though."
You can't help but look at her this time. It hadn't been that long really since you'd last seen her but she didn't look any different at all. "My sons ex-wife painted it. Hysterical type, unruly. Whorish." You flinch, and she smiles, too sharp and too cold. "told him he should have burnt it with the rest of your things but he wouldn't listen."
You stand up, trying not to react to her snort of hateful amusement and wander over to the French doors. You bite your lip as you look out over the garden, refusing to rise to her bait. 10 minutes more, maybe 15 if you were unlucky but you could do this.
You close your eyes, deep breaths and slow counting in your head.
"I always thought you had a thing for blondes," His voice again is like an ice cold shock to your nervous system. Flight fight and freeze warring. "But she's cute enough, or is the money?"
"Where is she?" You turn back around, the anger at his insulting tone giving you the confidence to look him straight in the eye this time. You don't like it, hate it even, the way his mismatched eyes seem to look straight through to the core of you.
"In my office, positively giddy over the sketches. I think she forgot I was there."
Shit. That was what youd been afraid of. "I'd best go hurry her along or we'll mis-"
"I have missed you."
"No." You don't know what you mean but it comes out your mouth before you can stop it.
You make a move to side step him but he copies you and you go still, fight or flight starting to give way to freeze.
"She's practically creaming herself over the chance to look at my research," He grins at your disgusted look, cutting you off before you have chance to defend her. "you don't want to ruin it for you do you?"
He's not wrong, you know how absorbed she can get when she's knee deep in research, when she gets close to solving something. "Fine, but maybe you should stay with her, she does tend to have sticky fingers."
You feel a little guilty about the lie but you just want him away from you. You force yourself to feign nonchalance at his presence, turning back towards the garden in an attempt to dismiss him. It was a foolish move, stupid, naive, turning your back on a predator in his own territory.
"What a horrible thing to say about your girlfriend," it's spoken in a mocking tone and too close, way too close. You try to turn and put some distance between you but he is as he's always been, too fast for you. His arm moves, gripping your wrist and pushing your palm up against the cool glass in a vice like grip. His body is warm against your back, not quite touching you. "All those manners I taught you already lost."
"Let go." The bones in your wrist threatening to snap as you try to pull away from his hold, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from whimpering lest in encourage him.
"You know this is my favorite spot in the house?" He is unmoved against your attempts to push him away. "Want to know why?"
"Let me go or i'll scream." You arch your back in a teempt to get a little space enough to wiggle sideways out of his grip but he steps forward instead, pressing you more firmly against the glass.
"Do not let her scream," his mother's voice makes you jolt, you'd forgotten she was there, not that she'd help you now, she never did before. You can just make out her reflection in the window, lying across the sofa as she watches the two of you. "I've only just got rid of this migraine."
"Ask me why Bluebird."
"No. And don't call me that." You want to cry. You should have listened to her and stayed in the car. You feel like an idiot. Willingly putting yourself in this situation. Ypu knew you knew it would happen what he is like
"Ask me or I'll snap your fucking wrist."
"Get off."
He sighs. A deep disappointed sigh that has the instinctive need to apologise flickering back to life in your gut. You won't. You're not that person any more.
"Ask me why I like this spot so much or I'll go back into my office and I'll make sure your pretty little girlfriend cant go travelling again without a wheelchair and a fucking nurse to help her shit."
"Why is this your favorite spot?" The question is out your mouth before he finishes the threat. You can't let him hurt her.
"Disappointing." Its murmured into your hair, his nose running over your ear. The rage and violence in his voice gone in an instant.
"I like this spot because," he pauses, slotting a foot between yours to kick your legs a little further apart. "This is the spot where I fucked you in that tight pretty ass of yours for the very first time."
"You said you were going to take this slow," The tut of disapproval from behind the two of you awakens more locked away memories. His mother, always there, always complaining, disapproving but never helping or leaving. "You'll just break her."
He ignores her and she quietens, the pop of another bottle of wine being opened the only other sound from her that you hear.
"Do you remember bluebird? All those tears, the crying and begging?" He groans. "The memory of it still gets me hard." The hand on your waist slides forward, fingers brushing over the zip of your jeans before resting against your lower abdomen.
18+ Dubcon/noncon Poly relationship. Billy x Stu x F!Reader.
Vaginal sex, fingering, PWP, abusive relationships, emotional manipulation.
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“Stay,” Billy’s arms are tight around your waist, keeping you firmly pinned in his lap. “Stay here with me.”
“Bill c’mon,” you thread your fingers through his hair, trying gently to tug his head away from where he’s buried it in your chest. ”It’s only for a few hours. I won’t be out that late.”
“No. You didn’t ask permission.” There’s definitely a pout in his tone and you bite back a smile. “Did you ask Stu?”
“Why do I need to ask either of you?” You huff, your smile dropping. “I’m not a kid. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want you know. Like an adult.”
He doesn’t speak and you feel a flutter of embarrassment at your attempt to tease him. “No I didn’t tell Stu,” You emphasize the word but you don’t think he cares about the distinction. “You know what he’s like I-,”
Billy gives you a questioning hum, amusement clear as he mumbles into your shirt. “Scared of the big bad Stu?”
“No.” You pause, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. “Just after the party last week he’s been-,”
“He was hurt, you got angry at him.”
“Oh come on! He was hurt?? He was flirting with someone right in front of me!”
“He was only flirting with her because she looked like you.”
“That’s,-“ You don’t know what to say to that. “We’re not talking about this again.” You blink, pushing the memory back down. “Can I go now?” You tug at his hair again, a little more forceful this time. “Billy seriously let go.”
“Stay in with me,” he buries his face back into your chest, arms tightening around you like he’s trying to fuse the two of you together. “Please.”
Guilt churns in your stomach, making you feel slightly nauseous. “I’ll be an hour tops.”
“Fine,” he says, arms dropping from around your waist and leaving you feeling a little cold. “You can do what you want, right? Whatever, whenever.”
“Don’t be like this.” Wincing slightly as he throws your words back at you.
“Like what?”
“I’m not choosing them over you, you know that.” You lean in and kiss him on the cheek, he responds with a slight tilt of his head but doesn’t speak.
You try again, desperate to have some kind of positive response from him, kissing next to the corner of his mouth. He tilts his head a little further and you accept the offer, trailing you lips over his jaw down to his neck, nipping gently at his skin.
Billy pulls your hair firmly, detaching you from his neck with a slight frown. “Do not give me a hickey bunny.”
“Sorry.” You hold his gaze. “I-,” Shit. You don’t want to go, not with the way he’s looking at you but you know you should. You were getting the feeling that you weren’t making the best impression with the rest of your co-workers despite Randy’s reassurances. Tonight was supposed to be an opportunity for you to try and get to know them better.
“Billy-,” He flinches, just the barest hint of movement but it’s enough for you to change your mind in an instant. “I don’t really need to go I guess.”
Billy searches your face before his grip softens, keeps his fingers loosely looped around the back of your neck.
“Thank you,” Billy murmurs, letting his eyes flutter shut as you kiss tentatively across his mouth. “but not sure I forgive you yet.”
“No?” You press another flurry of kisses across his face, ignoring your disappointment in favour of trying to cheer him up. “How about now?”
He hums and you take that as a yes, moving your hands to cup his face as you lean forward to lick the tip of his nose.
“Bunny and Billy sitting in a tree…-, ”
Billy pulls back at Stu’s singing and you slump down into the sofa beside him with a disappointed sigh, only just catching the bag of popcorn that’s thrown at your head.
“Where you going looking all Julia Roberts?”
You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not. “It was a work night out, but I’m-,”
“On your own? in the middle of the night?”
“It’s not even half 6 yet but I’m no-,”
“Not allowed.”
You clenched your jaw. “Jesus If you’d let me finish,” Stu half bows, hand out in front of him waving you on to continue. “I’m not going, so we don’t need to argue about it.”
“Don’t get snappy with me, I just go here.”
“I’m not-,” You take a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m just hungry, we were going for a meal so I’ve not eaten yet.”
Stu is still, watching you silently with a slight tilt of his head like he’s looking for something. “That time of the month again?”
You bite back your words, aware he was deliberately needling at you. “Yeah it is, so what?”
He grins at you, bending down to rest his hands on the back of the sofa, caging you in. “Liar.”
“How do you know I’m lying? Are you saying you know my cycle?” You’re impressed and a little unnerved but still accept the clumsy kiss he presses against your mouth.
“I know everything about you bunny.”
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You stretched your legs, sliding your toes under Stu’s thigh, shifting your weight to get comfier on Billy’s lap. The movie had ended a while ago but none of you had moved, a mixture of lethargy and contentment in being entwined together on Stu’s couch keeping you all held in place.
“Stop moving.”
“Sorry, sorry.” You look up at him but his eyes are closed, half dozing as his fingers run idly through your hair.
You let your eyes close too, content and cosy enough to let yourself drift into a light doze between the two of them, the sound of Stu flicking through a comic book oddly soothing.
“Bunny, bunny,” Stu’s fingers tap incessantly over your calf, interrupting the comfy doze you found yourself in.
“I’m sleeping.”
“But are you?”
“What?” You forced yourself to open your eyes as he crawled up over you, his body heat making it difficult to keep them open. “Am I what? Sleeping?”
With a sigh, he leaned down, the shirt you’d borrowed from him was too big, constantly hanging off one shoulder, and he buried his face into the bare crook of your neck.
He stifled a throaty groan, ignoring the way his cock twitched behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants, instead he focused his attention on you, pressing a couple of kisses across the side of your neck.
“No dumbass,” He rolls his eyes. ”You never answered Billy’s question. Are you scared of the big bad Stu?”
You give a little halfhearted huff of amusement, but it fades quickly. He doesn’t sound amused, but he doesn’t sound upset either. There’s nothing in his tone at all.
“No?” you slowly told him. “I’m not scared of you.”
“I think you’re lying to me,” he interrupted, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Do you get scared of Billy?”
“I-,” your mind ran rampant, trying to figure out if it was better to lie or not. “I just-,” You close your eyes, letting your fingers fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, hoping the touch will placate him a little. “I’m not scared of you,” you slowly told him again, voice quiet, deciding a little truth might appease him. “Just sometimes you’re a little overwhelming.”
That’s the wrong thing to say, you know it as Billy’s thigh tenses under your head.
“Uh oh bunny, you’re in trouble now.” Billy half singsongs as he tugs lightly at your hair. “Overwhelming?” His eyebrow raised as he shares a look with Stu. “Isn’t that just another word for scared?”
Stu shrugs, letting his mind wander as he watches your expression. Wonders if you’ve ever thought about what he could do to you if he cared less than he does. You’re like his dolls, so easily broken and you don’t even know it.
“I’m not-,” Your denial gets cut off as Stu's lips meet yours in a rough kiss, his hand moving to hold the side of your face. You could feel him, half hard already as his hips ground down against you, making you whimper in response.
It turns him on and annoys him with how much you trust him, how he can step over your boundaries so easily and know with a hundred percent certainty that you’d still forgive him. Somehow he has managed to wrap you completely around his little finger. When he’s fucking his fist to the most depraved thoughts about you, imagining that look of betrayal turning back into one of trust and forgiveness gets him off so fucking fast it's embarrassing.
“Desperate,” Stu murmured into the kiss as you whined again. “That why you wanted to go out? Find someone to fuck?”
You broke the kiss, hurt by his words. “You have to ruin it every time.”
“Hey don’t pull away,” He tries to kiss you again but you turn away. “Bunny, it’s not nice to tease me, running your foot up and down my thigh, getting me all riled up and then wanting to stop?” He grabbed your chin, turning you back to face him, grip firm enough to make you wince as he forced your head back down against Billy’s thigh.
“I wasn’t teasing you.” You hadn’t been teasing him, not like that, You had wiggled your toes a couple of times sure but that was hardly suggestive. A choked sound escaped you as you pushed against his chest to no avail. “Get off.”
“You always tease me. But you can do whatever you want, whenever you want,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear. “Wasn’t that what you said? So can I.”
“Fuck off.” You spat the words, torn between keeping him happy and just getting him off you. “I don’t want to play this game tonight.”
Billy hadn’t said anything, and you felt frozen as Stu completely caged you in, his gaze running over your face before breaking into a grin. “Just kidding.”
“Get off Stu,” you push against his chest again, hurt fresh by Billy’s huff of laughter. “This is not fucking funny.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t hurt you bunny,” He leaned back down to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek, completely unphased by your attempts to push him away. “you’re cute when you’re scared.”
“Wow thanks so much.” You wanted to cry. This was no longer feeling like one of their games, albeit the usual unfair ones where they never told you the rules or that there was even a game being played. “Billy help me out here,” you turned to look up at him, desperate for some backup.
“Give it a rest both of you,” Billy frustratingly groaned and you felt a flutter of hope. “You two have been bickering all night.”
“Come on I’m sorry,” Stu nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses pressed against the column of your throat. “Just a bad joke.”
You tried to turn away but Billy was quick to catch you, his thumb stroking the side of your jaw as he lifted your chin a little. A tilt of his head that had that one lock of hair falling over his eye.
“bad joke bunny, that’s all.” His fingers stroke through your hair softly. “Just kiss and make up so I can go back to sleep.”
You didn’t particularly want to, but as was happening more often you felt outnumbered and so confused that you kissed Stu back without hesitation when his lips pressed to yours again. With Billy seemingly so nonchalant you were starting to doubt your awareness of the situation, maybe you had been more touchy and teasing that you thought you’d been. You had been half asleep after all.
As uncomfortable as you are, your body works against your mind as Stu touches you. He knows where to touch, to kiss, to press his teeth to have your arousal flickering to life. thighs relaxing and letting him press flush against you as he hooked your leg around him.
The heavy make out didn’t last long, Stu as ever too eager to be inside of you to stop at just kissing. His hands slipping under your t-shirt and pushing it up over your hips, giving a small hum of approval as Billy let go of your jaw to slide underneath the fabric, warm hand cupping your breast. It makes you shiver and his thumb gently brushing your nipple distracts you away from the sight of Stu struggling with his zipper until the sound of him harshly spitting and the clumsy brush of wet fingers as he shoves your panties to the side draws your attention back to him.
He spits again, catching it between his fingers before stroking down his cock, leaning forward to press against you.
He doesn’t ease his way inside, he shoves, impatient. Left over arousal from making out with Billy made it only slightly less painful but it still hurt enough to make you hiss in discomfort. “You’re so tight, you know that?” he groaned, and you parted your legs more, muscles clamping down around him as he drove himself even deeper. “C’mon bunny, let me in.”
You whined as he kept going, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he shuddered. “Don’t squirm bunny, shit.”
Billy huffed at his words, but he didn’t make any comment as his hips rocked slightly up against the back of your head. You shuddered at that, your nails digging into Stu’s arm and he paused only a moment before he withdrew with a curse.
“Stay still bunny,” He’s hunched between your legs, and you can’t do anything but watch as strokes himself vigorously, groaning and bucking into his own hand to the sight of you limp and still beneath him.
“Gonna cum to you,” he pants, his palm twisting and squeezing around his cock so tightly it looks painful. “good little doll.”
The last word is moaned, and he shudders around it. He’s unusually quiet when he cums, white, milky streaks splattering over your stomach and trickling down your sides. He keeps a hand on his cock as he rests back on his thighs, keeping the other lightly on your shin, his fingers tracing up over your skin. It takes a moment for you to register what he’s doing, his fingers smearing through the cooling cum on your stomach as he writes his name.
“That was fast.”
“Tight squirmy little pussy dude,” Stu shrugs. “You try not busting too early.”
Billy snorts, pushing him backwards by the shoulder while sitting up and forcing you to move with him. “I like taking my time,” He licks his lips as he drops to the floor, on his knees between your legs and the arousal grows tenfold despite the growing feeling of disconnection. “Make her wet and dripping for me.”
“Billy,” His name is more of a moan as he pushes you back down into the sofa. Unsure if you want him to touch you or not, everything had happened so fast you felt like you were not entirely present, the sudden thought you were dreaming looping round the forefront of your mind.
“Relax I’ll look after you bunny.”
You nod as he brushes his knuckles over your inner thigh. He always had and there felt no need to doubt him now, holding your breath as he lent in. He draws his tongue along your slit and your whole body jerks. He’s slow, methodical, savouring you as his tongue swirls almost idly around your clit.
You bite your lip, torn between watching him and just closing your eyes and letting your mind drift and losing yourself to the pleasure.
Fingers brush over you before just barely pushing in, thumb replacing his tongue as he presses firmly against your clit. The sudden increase of pleasure overrides the embarrassment at the loud wet sucking sound as he crooks his fingers.
“Hear that? That’s the kind of pussy you want to fuck,” Billy mouths at the skin on your inner thigh as he talks, feel him smile at Stu’s answering grunt. But you can’t do much other than moan as his fingers flex quicker, finding that spot that makes you cry out his name. “C’mon Bunny, give it to me.”
He fingers move faster as you moan, pleasure building quickly under his practised fingers, hips bucking and grinding as you fuck yourself on them.
“Is he better at that than me?” Stu moans, he has one hand around his cock, the other under your t-shirt squeezing at your breast. You’re not sure you could answer that even if you had an answer. Their techniques were vastly different. “Maybe we could make a competition out of it, see who can make you make the bigger mess.”
You're close, so so close, and his words help push you over the edge as Billy sucks hard at your clit with a twist and flex of his fingers. One hand grasping into his hair as your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. Clenching around him as he fucks you through your orgasm until your almost sobbing for him to stop, grabbing on to Stu’s hand under your shirt and forcing him to squeeze you so tightly you know you’re going to have bruises.
You're over sensitive as he finally stops, hips jerking as his fingers slip wetly out of your cunt. He looks smug, and you keep Stu’s hand pressed against your breast like some kind of anchor as you watch him offer Stu his wet glistening fingers. The way Stu groans as he sucks the taste of you has you clenching hard around nothing, a roll of your hips that has Billy looking back down at you.
“See, worth the effort right?” Billy he tugs at his zipper, finally pulling his wet hand away from Stu’s mouth to wrap around the base of his cock.
He strokes his hand up and down as he steps closer and you lean forward instinctively, hand reaching out with the need to touch him. He shakes his head at the exact same time Stu playfully slaps your hand down.
I'm tagging @angrelysimpping @angrelysimpping because i'm pretty sure the whole drug AU and Whit/Harper/Wren are brothers idea started on their blog.
I've had this sitting in my wips for ages, and need to get rid of it! Not perfect and not proof read, no real ending either.
M!Whitney x M!Wren x F!Reader
M!Harper x F!Reader
A PWP check in with your brothers.
18+ INCEST, Dub con, hint of medical kink, a little age play
“Dr. Harper is ready for you honey.”
Your head perks up, the words pulling you out from your half-asleep daze. You’d been waiting for nearly an hour, no doubt mostly as punishment for avoiding him for the past 2 weeks.
“Thank you.” You follow the smiling nurse down the long, twisting hallway into an exam room that you’re pretty sure is farther away than last time.
“No parent with you?” She looks at you with a sympathetic smile. She must be new, you think, makes you wonder if she actually knows who you are.
“My brother is outside,” You gesture backwards pointlessly, she’s not looking at you, her interest in you gone as she eyes her watch. “He doesn’t like hospitals.”
“Not many people do honey. Doctor will be with you shortly.”
You nod at the dismissal but she doesn’t look at you again, and your smile fades when she closes the door behind her. The butterflies in your stomach multiplying as you stand in the middle of the room. Harper’s desk is cluttered as usual, and there’s a small framed photo of you that you look away from quickly once you register exactly what it’s a photo of.
The exam table sits just to the side of his desk, your heart being to race as you take note of the fresh lining on it, the way the stirrups seem to taunt you.
“Hello angel,” Harper clears his throat, and you look up, startled. You hadn’t heard him come in and feel a little shaken to see him nonchalantly standing there with a medical gown in his arms. “Put this on for me and we can begin.”
“I thought this was a therapy session?” You’re being defensive already, forgetting your promise to Wren that you’d behave, that you wouldn’t give Harper even the tiniest of reasons to have you stay.
He’s smiling at you, a patronising soft smile. The kind that makes you feel like you’re 10 years old again. It makes you want to stamp your foot and tell him no.
“You have missed two of our scheduled appointments; I feel it would be in your best interest to have a full physical.” He leaves no room for argument, and you know you shouldn’t but you try anyway.
“I don’t think-,”
“Wre-, your guardian, signed the permission slip so what you think doesn’t really matter right now.” He cuts you off, the way he adjusts his glasses was always a tell tale sign of his irritation so you bite your tongue despite the sting of betrayal. You know that there’s no point in protesting. The quicker you submit the quicker you’ll be out of here. He holds out his arm, the gown folded neatly in his hand. “There’s no need to tie it up.”
You take the gown and pause, but he doesn’t turn away. You nod meekly refusing to meet his eye as you strip down to your underwear, pulling on the gown as quick as you can. screwing your clothes into a ball and dropping them onto the chair in front of his desk.
He tuts at you, reaching out to pick them up and fold them for you, a gesture that has some half formed memory tugging at the back of your mind.
“Underwear too. Then sit on the bed for me.”
He does look away this time, picking up what you presume is your medical file. He reads over it as you sit awkwardly on the edge of the exam table, humming and nodding before looking up at you. “It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been suffering from mood swings? Have you been-,”
“I’ve been taking the pills.” It’s hard not to let your frustration show, but your medication was always the first thing he asked you about.
His eyes narrow at your interruption.
“Pills I have prescribed you or pills your guardian has been giving you?”
You shrug, a little annoyed with his reluctance to call Wren by his name.
Wren had been giving you pills every morning, from the bottle Harper had prescribed you on your last visit, but you guess you couldn’t really be sure.
“I’d prefer if you answered verbally angel, I’m not a mind reader.” Harper raked his gaze over you slowly. “Have you lost weight?”
You shake your head but stop when you see the irritated twitch of his brow. “I don’t think so.”
He nods, pulling a stethoscope from the first drawer in his desk. He motions for you to sit up straight as he opens the back of your gown wider, and you reluctantly do so, flinching slightly when the cold metal pressed against your back. “Are you not happy to see me? I’ve missed you.”
“I-, I am, I missed you too.” It doesn’t sound very sincere, but you hope he knows you mean it. You have missed him, but being with Harper was unlike being with Wren or Whitney, there was always an undercurrent of something that made you uncomfortable in his presence.
“How’s school? Keep still please, you’re squirming.” He moved the stethoscope lower, one hand dropping to rest on your hip and sliding under the side of your gown to press against your stomach to keep you still, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast. “Breathe in.”
You drew a deep breath, conscious of the way his thumb pressed a little firmer into your breast at the movement. “Are you having trouble focusing? I asked how school is.”
“It’s fine.”
“I can’t help you if you lie to me,” He dropped the stethoscope back onto his desk as he moves back in front of you. “I’ve heard you’ve been skipping classes, swimming in particular.”
“Not really skipping, just once or twice maybe.”
“Why is that? Not self conscious I hope,” He lets his gaze sweep over you again. “you may have lost some weight but you still have a beautiful figure.”
There’s a pause, like he’s expecting you to reply but when you don’t he sighs. “How many alcoholic drinks do you have in a week?”
“One maybe two.”
“Are you smoking?”
“No.”
“No?” He clearly doesn’t believe you and you’re not surprised, both Wren and Whitney were heavy smokers.
“Open up,” He says and you do, as he shines a light into your mouth, cupping the side of your throat with one hand. “Hmmm, you have some bruising in here, does it hurt?”
“A little.” You flinch, feeling your face heating in embarrassment as he moves away to write something on his clipboard.
“Whitney I presume? He always was the careless one.” He looks at you and you drop your gaze. Refusing to meet his eye as he continues looking you over with touches and pokes that you’re sure were not in any way telling him anything useful about your physical health.
“Harper -,” You blurt his name before you can stop yourself and he stops a rather painful exploration of a bruise on your collarbone to look up at you seemingly surprised. “I-,”
He says your name softly as he turns back to his cabinet. “Relax angel, I’m nearly done.”
You don’t say anything, it’s pointless but not for the first time in these visits you eye the door, wondering if you could make a run for it. Would Wren take you home or escort you back into Harper’s office? You were never sure and not yet been brave enough to find out.
"hmmm," He clicks his tongue. “Mood swings.” He whispers it half under his breath. “Perhaps you should stay a few days, maybe some hypnotherapy to help you cope with some of this stress you’re evidently under.”
“What? No.” Wren promised. Wren promised you wouldn’t have to stay.
“I’m only trying to help you.”
“I’m not, I just don’t think I need to stay, there’s no need,-,” You draw in a quick breath, you’re babbling but you can’t stay. You can’t.
“Breathe angel.” He rests a hand on your knee. “I just want to help you. Despite what the rest of our little family seem to think I want.” You shake your head and his hand moves a little higher. “Can you use your words for me? Are they looking after you?” His tone has shifted in to that condescending baby voice he likes to use, the one that has hazy memories of your childhood bedroom springing to the front of your mind along with a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Do you want to stay? I will take care of you.”
“No,” You feel sick, the sharp sour tang of bile at the back of your throat. “Thank you. They-,” You frown at yourself. “I can take care of myself.”
His thumb strokes your skin. “Always so quick to grow up. Do you remember-,” He blinks stopping himself with a small smile. “Do you remember how you got this?” He traced the faint scar over your knee, a look of adoration across his face. You swallow hard, trying not to flinch away from him as you waited for his hands to inevitably wander. “Perhaps we should revisit some of your childhood treatments? They were always effective in relieving you of your… moods.”
His nail presses into the scar, then slides up your thigh. You part your legs automatically and he murmurs praise as his hand slides up under the hem of the gown to disappear between your legs.
“Even after all these years you still have such a wonderful reaction to my touch,” He was losing his Doctor persona quicker than normal, perhaps your prolonged absence
had affected him more than you thought. “Your breathing becomes shallow, your pupils dilate,” He raises a hand, trailing one finger down your neck to pull the front of your gown until it slid down your shoulders, his gaze dropping to your chest. “and you flush beautifully.”
His fingertips brushed your slit, and you knew he could feel how wet you were. “This was always my favourite reaction of course.”
You sighed as his fingers stroked you, feather-light touches stroking up until they circled your clit, he was always so gentle with you.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispers, his eyes boring into you.
“I do,” It’s an unsure half whisper, you don’t know if you do or not, it’s apart of your life, always has been. “Harper.”
“Say it Angel,” he urges. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” You start, lump forming in your throat as you hold his gaze.
“Do you love me?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
he circles idle fingers across your slit before just barely pushing in, thumb sliding across your clit. It's almost too much, the way his fingers crook and bend, slow and purposeful as you moan.
“Who fucked you this morning?” His voice, strained and breathless along with his question had you tensing, his whole body shuddering as you inadvertently tightened around his fingers.
“Was is Whitney? He always was so impatient to be inside you. Is that why you’re so sensitive? Did he leave you wanting?” Harper didn’t slow, forcing his fingers to curl against your tightening walls. “I do miss him. Perhaps I should schedule a family session? You two were always my favourite patients.”
You could do little more than whine as he curled his fingers more and shifted his thumb to press harder against your clit.
“You’re doing so well, sweet thing. A little more now,” Harper was panting, soft little grunts escaping him and his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in, cheek resting against yours. “You can cum, Angel.”
You shook your head, a weak denial as you cried out, your hands curling into the paper mat and tearing it into shreds. Your orgasm roll a slow roll of pleasure that has your toes curling and your eyes squeezing shut. He keeps moving his fingers, peppering soft kisses over your cheekbone and forehead, only stopping when tears start to prick at your eyes, fingers slipping wetly out of your cunt.
“Look at me.”
You tried to pull yourself together, swallowing thickly and fighting back tears as your thighs trembled beneath his touch.
“Look at me Angel, please.” His voice was gentle as you opened your eyes slowly, squinting a little against the bright light as you took in the flush on his cheeks and the smile on his lips.
“Good girl,” His hand is still stroking up and down your leg, the gesture grounding and soothing in one. “Do you need a moment?”
You nod, and he sits, pulling you gently forward and giving you no choice but to awkwardly slide off the bed and into his lap.
“You can take as long as you need,” his hand runs through your hair and you can’t help but melt into him. “You’re safe here.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” He pauses and you feel guilty at the hurt in his voice. It makes you curl a little more into his side. “It’s not your fault. I know the things they say about me.”
The apology slips from your lips again and he just hums softly in response. You feel fuzzy, warm, as his nails scratch over your scalp gently.
“You’ll come see me next week wont you?”
You nod, too lulled and calmed by his affection to really register what you’re agreeing too.
Arriving home had been an immediate adrenaline shock to your relaxed sedate mood. Not even two steps in the door before Wren had tugged you into a frantic kiss, and only as far as the kitchen before he was tugging at your clothes.
Your lips tremble, parting ever so slightly as your body involuntarily arches toward Wren. He pushes you further back against the table, forcing you to prop yourself up on your elbows as his fingers trace a path up your thigh, a soft whine escaping you as he finally dips between your legs, almost mirroring Harper’s previous touch.
“You were a good girl for Harper then?”
The question was punctuated with the heel of his palm pressing into your clit as two fingers pushed into your soaked cunt, going still when he was knuckle deep. “You were in there for ages.”
“It wasn’t,” you whine, frustrated at his lack of movement.”I-, please move.”
Whitney tsks. The noise startling you, You’d forgotten he was sitting there. “Lazy little slut aren’t you?” Whitney cups the side of your face, making sure you face him.
You opened your mouth reflexively, ready to tell him that you were sorry, but his thumb slipped past your lips before you could make a sound, pressing against the flat of your tongue. He pushes until you gag, pulling back with a grin.
Wren takes pity on you, free hand moving to his belt, and you watch as he pulls himself out. You feel exposed, vulnerable. The only one naked, spread wide on the the kitchen room table.
Wren slides his cock back and forth against you, coating himself with your arousal. Your hips buck impatiently, seeking more friction.
"Look at you, so desperate for my cock. Were you desperate for Harper’s too?”
Whitney huffs, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and Wren’s smirk grows. “Cute when he’s jealous isn’t he?”
“Fuck you.”
“Later.” Wren winks at him as he pushes into you and you let out a cry as you take in his length. His immediate pace catches you off guard, fingers scrambling at the edge of the table as he moves, your breath caught in your throat. The fabric of his jeans irritates the inside of your thighs, his belt buckle hitting you with every thrust, and although it feels good you know this is about them reclaiming you, not your pleasure.
Whitney seemingly grown bored of waiting, slots a hand into your hair and tugging you round enough to press his lips against yours.
“Slut.” He mutters as he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.
He presses a hand to Wren’s shoulder and he stills.
Whitney waits until you stop squirming, one hand slipping down between you and Wren to press against your clit.
He waits, and you swallow your pride. “Please.”
Whitney’s fingers move to your surprise. He keeps one hand against Wren’s shoulder, fingers playing idly with the ends of his hair as the other dances across your clit, fingers moving in slow, lazy circles. One more breathy gasp for forgiveness has Whitney seemingly have mercy on you, pushing his fingers harder against you as he presses his lips roughly to Wren’s.
The kiss draws a surprised moan from your older brother, and he starts to rock his hips into you again, his movements jerky and erratic, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs and then suddenly he stills and you’re surprised by a stream of heat filling you as Wren finishes, thick ropes of himself lining your walls.
You try not to fidget, to behave as they finally break their kiss. Mumbling something to each other as Wren pulls out and Whitney takes his place, his hands on your thighs to keep you spread open.
He kisses your stomach before moving over to your thighs. He nips at your skin and you brace yourself for him to bite you harder, like he usually does, but he doesn’t, his lips pressing gently against your cunt instead. His tongue laps at you, dipping inside you with a low moan and your eyelids flutter as you look down at him, only dimly aware of the way Wren moves, positioning himself behind Whitney.
He caught your eye as his arms snaked around Whitney’s waist. There was the distant, muffled sound of fabric rustling, and then Whitney jerks and hisses but he doesn’t stop. His fingers spreading your folds apart as he sucks on your clit.
You can’t see it, but you can imagine it, you’ve seen it enough times. Wren’s soft, slim fingers wrapping around the head of Whitney’s cock, stroking him. The way Wren’s thumb swirls over the head, cock leaking and throbbing as he starts a steady rhythm.
Wren refuses to break eye contact with you as he strokes him, the image and the feel of Whitney’s lapping at your clit has the tension building again, the heat coiling deep in your core.
You're not going to last long. You can feel Whitney’s breath hitch as Wren leans in closer to press a soft sucking kiss to his jaw. Then another pressed just under his ear. Whitney shudders, an awkward jolt of his hips and Wren sighs. “Good boy.”
Whitney moans against your cunt and the vibration is enough to push you over the edge too and you come undone with a strangled cry. He pushes away from you before you want him to and slumps down into the chair, pants still undone and his cock half hard against his denim clad thigh.
You’re trembling, thighs shaking as Wren helps you sit upright, one hand resting on your waist to hold you steady on the edge of the table as two fingers are held up to your mouth and you accept them without hesitation.
Short flirty drabble. No smut, no plot. Poly!Ghostface mentioned
Billy Loomis x F!Reader
“Boo!”
“Fuck sake Billy,” you hissed, heart leaping in your chest and eyes flicking behind him for any sign of Stu, wary of another attack. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He’s smiling, happy, and you can’t help smiling with him as he downs the rest of his drink despite the pounding of your heart. His eyes sweep over you, lingering in places that has your skin heating.
“You know I think I understand Stu now,” he says with a slight smile, stepping past you to place his glass on the counter next to the sink, a move that even after your jump scare gives you a flicker of annoyance. ”The apron is cute.”
“Don’t start,” You roll your eyes, the teasing you’ve endured for your choice of attire when doing chores was never ending.
“You’re cute,” He cuts you off and you shiver a little at the compliment. “making us dinner, taking care of the house.”
“I didn’t make dinner, I ordered-,” You stopped, frowning at his little smirk. “Shut up. And I’m cleaning up the mess you made in my kitchen.” You picked up his glass, dropping it into the sink with a huff. “Taking care of the house my ass. And dirty stuff goes in the sink.”
“Yes Mom.”
“Go away, go back to Stu.” There’s no heat to your words, not with the way his hands reach out to rest on your hips.
“The apron was necessary then?” He tugs the string and you reach behind you to slap his hand away without turning around. “You didn’t put that on hoping Stu would come in?”
You open your mouth, hands tightening on the edge of the sink but the no doesn’t come out. Maybe maybe you had been hoping for that. They’d been so wrapped up in each other all night you were feeling a little left out.
“Bunny?”
You turn around, hoping your face is not as red as it feels and Billy smirks. His hands stay on your hips, and once you face him he moves his fingers, dipping under the sides of the apron to try and slip under your shirt.
“If you guys didn’t make such a mess I wouldn’t have to wear protective gear,” You try to sound annoyed but it doesn't seem to bother him. “It is necessary, I’m not just indulging Stu’s little house wife fantasy.”
"Not just? So you are wearing it for him?" The smug grin on his face flounders you for a second, embarrassment at being caught out twisting your tongue. “What about for me?”
You froze. “You don’t have a housewife fantasy.”
It came out a little abrupt, harsher than you meant. He was being a tease, he was horny, and the realization had taken you off guard, made you feel defensive for some reason.
“\Where is Stu anyway?”
Billy looks annoyed for a brief second, not liking you brushing him off but it's quickly gone. “Still engrossed in Caligula,” He pauses, clicking his tongue in frustration. “If he breaks it from rewinding too much I’m not paying for it again.”
“Yeah you will,” you quipped, turning away to avoid looking at him, too aware of the heat his gaze inspired in your belly, aware that he was following you so closely you could feel the warm hard press of his cock against your backside.
“Bunny.”
The pout in the pet name made your insides churn as you placed the glass onto the draining board.
“You like doing things for Stu but not me?”
His voice was closer; and you turned instinctively, breath catching in your chest as he caged you in with his arms.
“What? No I-,” You inhaled sharply as he nudged his thigh between yours. “I like doing things for you.”
You try to sound teasing but it comes out as a near whisper, and you feel your mouth go dry as he raises an eyebrow.
“Mmmm? What do you like doing for me?” Billy matched your tone, his voice a bare whisper as his lips brushed over yours. “What, Bunny?”
You whimpered, unable to trust your voice with an intelligible answer. Billy laughed under his breath, pressing his thigh into your core. “Don’t you want to do something for me right now?”
You nodded, melting into him when he finally kissed you and you whined as he ground his thigh into you a little harder. He grabbed your hips, holding you tight and stopping you from grinding down onto him.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you with hunger in his eyes. “Then turn around.”
What do you think it would be like if Billy and/or Stu found out you were pregnant somehow? You wrote a while ago hat Stu had the fantasy of having you as a pregnant house wife for him but would that really be how he feels?
Oh absolutely not. Imagining you all fat and round, vulnerable, needy and dependent is kinda hot but the reality would set in quick.
People knowing that he fucked you and came inside you? hot. But an actual kid at the end of it? Hell no. For one things it's going to steal your attention away from him.
You are being talked/manipulated/pushed into going to that clinic. But they will spoil and pander to you afterwards. In their own selfish way.
Do you think Billy and stu would continue to kill if they survived and got away with it?
Oh for sure. Stu doesn't need a reason, he'll happily go off on his own spree.
Billy for all his bitching about motives, does need, maybe not a reason but definitely a trigger. Whether that's a real trigger or something he gaslights himself into believing is another thing. He has a huge ego and sense of superiority I think about his killings whereas Stu, who definitely has that ego too, just fucking loves it.
aaaaay, have this old wip that i apparently scraped and picked back up, added onto, gave a wee polish, and now we're here! this is for the old killer au, where Whitney and Kyalr are both murderes, working as a team, in a weird fucked up relationship with eachother and PC
contents: AMAB Whitney (he/him); AMAB Kylar (he/him); GN PC mentioned; murder; drugs; implied non and dub con; knives; toxic relationships
word: 579
Whitney knows Kylar is developing a …crush? Is that what it would be called with Kylar? Crush, obsession, something like that, anyway. He's always been able to tell when people are attracted to him. It's not hard, he's had plenty of practice over the years.
It's why the freak is developing feelings that bothers Whitney.
It's because Whitney is listening to him. Let him take the lead when it comes to picking the victims, in deciding how they die. At first it was because the freak had more experience; knew how to follow someone without anyone noticing, how to slip drugs into food during broad daylight without arousing suspicion.
Knew exactly where to cut to disable but not kill, to let Whitney play with them.
But it's become their routine, Kylar leading and Whitney following. One that seems to excite the little creep.
Like the last time. It had been…it’d been amazing. Kylar had been leaning over his shoulder, hot breath on his neck, watching Whitney toy with their victim. Whitney hadn’t noticed at the time, the intimacy of it. Not even when thin arms had snaked around his middle, cold hands laid over his. He’d been too far gone, lost in the high of the kill, to truly realize how Kylar’s hand’s had guided his own, press into strained neck, ending the game Whitney had come to crave.
Kylar had been the one to end it, call the night to a close. And Whitney had let him.
If he was being honest, he might be able to tolerate, even appreciate, Kylar taking control while on hunts, but it's starting to affect the rest of his life. He'd seen Kylar trailing him through the halls, spotted the loner breaking into his locker. He's pretty sure the fucker stole a pair of his underwear.
He’d bet money on the fact that Kylar had followed him home on more than one occasion. Whitney had thought himself paranoid that first time, the burn of eyes on the back of his neck making him take extra turns on his walk, looping back on himself, trying to shake the imaginary tail to soothe his own frayed nerves. But, then he’d seen the little shit, scampering back around a corner, and he knew.
Kylar. It was fucking Kylar. It wasn’t paranoia, wasn’t some new threat. It was Kylar. A known quantity. Something he could handle with ease.
But, Kylar is getting worse. Bolder.
Whitney can't have that, can't have Kylar trying to claim him in public.
So, he slips him something. Just a little. He's seen Kylar spike enough food and Whitney's a quick enough study. It's almost too easy.
Kylar moans low as he starts to twitch awake. It doesn’t take long for Kylar to panic, Whitney can see the exact moment where it registers where he is. He must know instantly that it’s his own basement, stripped and strapped to the ratty mattress that had only recently been vacated.
Their slut was taking a nice little vacation, drugged up and snoozing in Kylar’s bed. Whitney had packed enough garlic in there to keep the freak’s parent’s from investigating. Wait…their slut? No, no, his slut. His. When had he started thinking like that? When had he started considering him and the loner a unit?
Doesn’t matter. He’d fix this, he was fixing this.
And if he can train Kylar to be his dog, then why not? Why not have another pet to play with?
I have a feeling I posted this or sent it as an ask somewhere but I just refound it in my WIPs!
I'm having Briar brain rot. So you're either Briar's new, sweet, innocent dancer, one he wants to take time to corrupt himself or his high earning favorite. Not sure which I like more! But -
Sitting next to Briar in the brothel, watching a show. It's dark, the two of you in his private booth, his arm around your waist. You're dressed in something fitting for the brothel, the only difference is it's something he choose for you. His fingers starting to roam over your thighs, making you squirm. You know you can't protest, he's your boss and he's scarily mean if crossed. So you let him feel you up, whispering filthy things in your ear as you watch some dancer get gangbanged on stage. His fingers getting higher and higher until they're dipping inside your panties and before you can even dream of saying something he's two knuckles deep inside you.
Shushing your whines and whimpers as he fucks you with his fingers as you don't want to ruin the show do you darling? Best keep quiet for him.
If you get too squirmy he tugs you into his lap, spreading your thighs over his so your spread obscenely wide and on show if anyone turned round to look. one hand squeezing your breast while the other continues to tease between your legs.
Probably whispering some dirty filthy commentary in your ear about the show in front of you. How he knows you could suck cock better than they can. Tutting in disappointment about the mess they're making up there, that you'd be a good girl and wouldn't waste a drop would you? You'd take all those creampies without a fuss.
If you're his innocent newbie then he'll make you cum gently. Easing you over that precipice with a gentle caress. he's promising to break you in gently, you can dance only for him to start with, can perform only with him for now.
If you're his highest earner, he's getting you to cum hard around his fingers. Probably fucking you in time with the brutal pounding the girl on stage is getting. Before he shoves you to your knees to suck him off while he watches the rest of the show. Stroking your hair as you gag around his length. Lighting a cigarette and ordering another drink as he tells you to go slower. He's in no rush, just enjoy his cock darling.
Posting this little blurb on behalf of my sister @glassshrew because I've read it so many times and I thought it deserved to be shared!
Characters are yandere ocs from @love-toxin
Makoi, Hayao and F!MC. Abusive relationships, a little public, nothing explicit.
"You've not been dismissed yet puppy." Hayao's grip is tight, painful, as he grabs your wrist, halting your exit from Makoi’s bedroom and pulling you roughly into his side. You don't try and pull away from him, despite your gut telling you to, instead your gaze flickers towards Makoi, fear fluttering to life in your gut when you catch his eye.
He looks annoyed, you thought his dismissal from his lap had meant leave. It usually did. "Sorry, I thought-," you glance back at Hayao, wincing as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I-,” Shit. “Sorry Makoi, I thought you wanted me to leave."
You bob your head slightly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giving in to the sudden urge to cry, aware that indirectly apologising to Hayao first was going to get you in a lot of trouble later.
“Thinking isn’t one of your strong points is it.” Makoi’s head tilts as he stares at you, and your gaze drops, not brave enough to hold eye contact. You swallow hard, another almost whispered apology escaping you. He sighs, his hips raising slightly as he shift his weight, adjusting himself in his chair and you can’t help the way your body warms in response.
He speaks rapidly, the only words you can make out are Hayao’s name, call and quiet. You hate it when he purposefully cuts you out like this, but there’s also a little smidge of pride that you managed to understand even those few words.
“Get all that?” Hayao’s lips brush over your ear, it makes you shiver and you turn your head slightly to try and avoid the contact as his hand shifts from your wrist to your hip. “You’re already in trouble, don’t want to make it worse by disobeying now do you?”
“I got some of it.”
“Did you now?” He’s laughing at you, tone patronising as his arm tightens around your waist, palm skirting across your stomach to pull you firmer against him. “You’ll know exactly what to do then won’t you?”
His warm palm curls around your jaw, forcing your face forward to meet Makoi’s gaze. “Tell him you understand then.”
“I-,” You hesitate. You did get some of it, something about a phonecall but you didn’t understand enough to know what Makoi wants from you. When you say nothing Makoi rolls his eyes, turning his attention to his phone.
“Uh oh. Think he’s mad at you now?” You hate this side of Hayao, the mean side. It doesn’t show itself that often. you’ve seen it though, and been at the hands of it once as one of Makoi’s punishments but usually he’s just a flirty tease. Hayao always draws you into a false sense of security, and it hurts everytime reality comes crashing back in.
The fingers on your jaw tapped once against your skin before they moved, hand sliding up the back of your neck. You could feel his breath over your skin as he tugged your head to the side, the sensation making your stomach tighten in anticipation. his teeth graze harder over your skin, lingering just shy of marking you and You flinched back against him, your brain short circuiting as you realized you could feel him, his cock hard against your ass. Your breath hitches and he shushes you, chin hooking over your shoulder.
“Quiet, don’t ruin the game.” He slides his hand a little lower, down the side of your thigh and under the hem of your skirt. “Do you think I could make you come without him noticing?”
A little whimper escapes you before you can stop it, fear and arousal rolled into one. Hayao freezes and Makoi finally looks at you. His eyes narrowing in annoyance but you can't tell if it's because you interrupted him or because Hayao is touching you so blatantly.
You feel sick. Is this a test? Should you be making a fuss? Pulling away? Or did he want you to be pliant? A reward for Hayao? A punishment for you?
A lump starts to form in your throat, and you once again bite the inside of your cheek, hard enough this time to taste the coppery tang of blood. You're starting to hyperventilate, the nausea growing stronger. It doesn’t help that Hayao chuckles in your ear.
“Calm down puppy, breathe.” He doesn’t move his hand, doesn’t pull away from you and Makoi drops his phone on to the small table beside him with a look you can’t decipher. “Oopps. I think someone’s in trouble.”
“You such a slut that you can’t go without something inside you for 5 minutes?” This is a game you decide. A cruel game. As Makoi speaks to you again in a flurry of clipped Japanese, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back now start to spill over as he obviously waits for an answer to a question or command you couldn’t understand.
“Oh baby, baby, don’t cry,” Hayao’s fingers curl under the edge of your panties, the quiet tears turning into a sob as you’re filled with desperate indecision. You don’t know what Makoi wants from you, and getting it wrong always hurt. “I’ll help you out. I’ll give you 2 choices ok? A 50/50 chance of getting it right.”
do you think the boys would be into period sex? billy i can see being kinda weirded out at first but easily swayed by all the blood. stu… well, you know hes down, but they’d both have to hide just how much theyre into it
(also pardon me if you’ve talked about this before n im misremembering!!)
18+ Period sex/oral, dubcon toeing the line of noncon, anal sex, toxic relationship
Stu x Billy and Stu x Billy x F!reader.
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The desk was smacking against the wall almost violently, and Stu felt an odd twisted sense of glee that his mother would probably notice the damage. The wood was warm beneath him as Billy fucked him over it, papers and pens still clattering to the floor with every thrust. Stu had lost the chase but he couldn’t really find it in himself to be disappointed about it.
“Caught you fair and square,” Billy panted. He kept a hand firmly planted on Stu’s back, nails digging into his skin and keeping him pinned down against the desk. “Thought you knew how to survive a horror movie?”
Stu clenched his teeth biting back the whimpers that threatened to escape his throat. It was too quick, too much, with not even close to enough prep, but Billy’s needling about him failing to escape was hurting him more.
“Even bunny lasted longer than you,” Billy’s breath was heavy, his voice strained. “But gotta admit I do like your ass better.”
Stu choked down a whine as Billy’s hips pressed hard against his ass, cock pressing deep, too deep, his nails scratching in to the varnish of the desk.
“Shame I dropped the knife, really want to mark you up right now. Did I tell you I fucked her with it?” Billy leans down, his chest flush against Stu’s back as he whispers and Stu feels his balls tighten and throb at the memory. “came around that fucking knife like she’d never had anything better.”
“Fuck Bill,” He knew, of course he did. Billy had recounted the story to him numerous times, the first time he’d heard it Billy had his cock buried so far down his throat he’d nearly blacked out.
“So quiet baby, you not enjoying yourself?” Billy pulls back and thrusts forward hard. “rather be on your knees? Want me to make you choke on it instead?”
“You talk too much,” Stu groaned, his breath was quickening just at the thought of it. “Monologuing while getting fucked is kind of a turn off you know?”
Billy didn’t seem to appreciate that, a series of abrupt thrusts forcing a cry from his throat.
“Aw there we go. You moan so pretty for me,” Billy’s hand smacking hard across his ass at his displeased sound. “You lost the game. If this had been real you’d been gutted and bleeding out right now.”
The moan Stu let out was loud, his momentary annoyance lost at the thought of it. Caught, covered in blood, bleeding out while Billy fucked him, his cock throbbing painfully with the image.
“You cheated.” The lack of control is starting to niggle at him, as is Billy’s smugness at catching him. Stu slips one hand between his legs, half expecting Billy to tell him to stop, the relief when he doesn’t sending shivers down his spine. Forehead dropping to rest against the desk as he stroked his hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes as he jerked himself in time with Billy’s thrusts.
“Cheated? You ran upstairs dumbass,” Billy’s thrusts turning slow and so deep that Stu felt like he could feel it in his stomach. “Stupid mistake, I’m embarrassed for you.”
“Totally my plan,” Stu pants, nails scratching deeper into the varnished desk as he tries to control his breathing, the slow deep roll of Billy’s hips starting to cross the line into genuinely uncomfortable. “Had to get you active. You've been moping after bunny all week. It’s boring.” There's a touch of genuine bitterness to his words that he's a little annoyed with himself he couldn't hide.
“You don’t miss her too?” Billy asks and Stu shakes his head automatically before the question truly registers. “Really? You don’t miss our pretty pliant little bunny? The way she squirms and whimpers?”
“Fuck-, shut up,” Stu’s cock jumps and twitches hard at Billy’s words. “Miss that pussy maybe.” He forces himself to answer, although he doesn’t sound as convincing as he’d like. Because he does. He does fucking miss you and he hates it. Even breaking in to your house and railing Billy in your bed had done nothing but make him miss you more. He wants to bend you over his knee and spank you for every day you’ve been gone, force you down onto his bed and eat you out until you scream for him. His spiraling thoughts about everything he wants to punish you with pushing him close to the edge too fast and too hard, his hand tightening around his cock, squeezing himself tightly and forcing himself to calm down.
“You sound a little bitter,” Billy sighs, words breathless and almost slurring together in that way that Stu knows means he’s getting close. “You jealo-,”
“I’m not jealous.” He answers too quick, the words tumbling out of his mouth before Billy’s finished speaking. He's not jealous. He’s just a little annoyed at the lack of attention he’s being getting, that’s all.
Billy slows even more, his pace faltering and shallow. That annoys him even further because he doesn't want Billy to notice how he’s actually feeling.
“Tired out already? Need me to take over?” He tries to fuck back against him but Billy grips his hips and pulls slightly away.
“You don’t need to be jealous,” Billy drags his fingertips down Stu’s spine. “you're mine Stu,” digging his nail into his skin to scratch along the faint white B that lived at the bottom of his spine. “You’re marked as mine.”
Stu wants to respond, wants to snap back but all that leaves his throat is a desperate moan. It’s embarrassing how quickly that word can unravel him, and he’s pretty sure Billy knows it too. As Billy’s hips start to move again Stu’s mind goes blissfully blank, the pleasure finally reaching snapping point and his back arching as he came, hand tight around his cock and shooting white ropes across the carpeted floor.
“Fuck me.” He mumbles, he feels shaky, a slight tremble in his legs that has him glad Billy hasn’t pulled away from him. “Jesus Bill.”
“All right?” Billy murmured, in that soft oh so quiet tone that Stu loathed and loved in equal measure, the tone that seemed to be reserved for him and bunny alone.
Shut up. Shut up is what he wants to say but he just grunts, burying his head in his hands. He shifted his hips and winced, somewhere during his mind blinding orgasm Billy must have cum too, he feels wet and sticky, even though Billy is still buried deep.
Billy murmurs something softly again as he pulls his cock out slowly, although he doesn’t move away completely, keeping his pelvis flush against Stu’s ass as his thumbs stroke idly across his hips.
“Still can’t believe you ran upstairs.”
Stu shrugged, not bothering to try and stand up from his bent position, lifting his head to rest on his palm with a sigh. “Panicked.”
“Panicked?” Billy sounds incredulous, he moves away and Stu bites down the urge to drag him back, instead turning his head to watch as Billy leans back against the desk, close but not quite touching him.
“Plead the fifth,” Stu mutters. He doesn’t want to talk anymore and Billy doesn’t push it. He stands slowly, stretching his arms high above his head with a groan. He can feel Billy’s gaze on him and he’d be lying of he said he didn’t flex, just a little. Tilting his head and cracking his neck, definitely not showing off the smooth column of his throat as he does so and defiantly not enjoying the definite hitch in Billy’s breathing as he watches. The one place Billy so desperately wanted to mark up and the one place he absolutely couldn’t. Neck and collarbones. A weakness in Billy that he took great joy in teasing and tempting him with.
“Wanna shower with me?”
Stu doesn’t answer, the sudden invading thought of what would his mother think if she came home and found the two of them naked in her office making him pause, his gaze lingering on the mess he’d left on the carpet. Billy would never let that happen, but the chaos that would ensue would be fascinating to witness.
“Stu?”
“Yeah, sure,” He kills that thought before he feels too tempted to try and let it happen, turning his head so he can look at the mask lying in the corner of the room where it had been haphazardly thrown. “And next time you’re leaving it on.”
The sounds of voices from your kitchen takes you a little by surprise. You recognize Stu’s voice immediately, dread pooling low in your gut. You weren’t supposed to see him or Billy until later that evening, and You had long ago made him promise not to turn up unannounced. You really should have known better than to trust he’d stick to that promise.
You take a deep breath as you enter your kitchen, stopping as you see Stu chatting animatedly with your dad. your gaze lingers warily on the open can of Jolt sat next to him, seems like the lazy afternoon you were hoping for was not going to happen.
Your dad looks disinterested and is focused on the paperwork in his hands with a barely concealed look of annoyance that Stu seems oblivious to. perched on the edge of the kitchen stool with one knee bouncing quickly up and down, he seems filled with more hyper energy than usual, making you wonder just how many of those drinks he’d actually had.
You both want and don’t want to interrupt the conversation, in all honesty you want to cancel your plans with Stu and Billy and just go to bed, even though it had been a week since you’d seen either of them, and you know full well that they are going to be sulky about the fact that you had to work on your first morning back. You shift awkwardly, gripping your keys a little harder as another cramp tugs and pulls low in your abdomen. Your period had taken you by surprise this morning during your shift, having no choice but to use one of the cheap uncomfortable pads from the women’s restroom. You take a deep breath, entering the kitchen and your heart skipping a beat in mild alarm as Stu instantly swivels in his seat to look at you.
“You kept in touch?” Your dad asks, he hasn’t acknowledged your hello and you try to not let that sting, the conversation you’re interrupting apparently one about your recent trip. “She was only gone a week.”
“I had one phone call.” Stu’s gaze is fixated on you, and you don’t miss the blatant disappointed emphasis he puts on one.
“Oh good.” Your dad is obviously disinterested in the whole situation, already focusing back on the papers and files in front of him.
“Yeah she rang pretty late, but woo boy was she-,”
“Sorry I’m late, we should get going right? The others will be waiting.” Embarrassment flares, your face heating to an unbearable degree as it dawns on you what Stu is talking about. The need to get him out of your house overriding your desire to make yourself more comfortable first.
“Aw but I was just telling your dad what-,”
“He’s busy, and we'll be late.” You tug at his arm and he immediately tries to intertwine your fingers with his. You pull away quickly, giving him a small shake of your head as you glance back at your Dad, who thankfully is still riveted to the paperwork in front of him. “I’ll be back late ok?”
Your dad gives you a distracted wave goodbye and thankfully Stu follows obediently behind you.
“You dick.” You smack his chest with the back of your hand as you pull the front door closed.
“What?” He rubs his chest before his hands are reaching out for you again, skimming down your sides to hook into the waistband of your jeans. “Just wanted your dad to know how sweet it was.”
“Can you stop with the touching?” You bat at his hands again, sighing when he ignores your request.
“Can’t control my hands,” He tugs hard on your belt loop, pulling you back into his chest and leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. “You’re looking foxy as hell right now.”
It takes an immense amount of willpower to pull away from him, but the first lick of his tongue across your skin does make you move. “We’re outside,” You dodge his attempt to touch you again. “And what was sweet?”
“You being away but still thinking about me. How you missed me. And my di-,”
“You better not have said that to my Dad!” You glare at him and he laughs.
“C’mon it was hot, hearing you get off like that. I could hear how we-,” He trails off with a grin as you hiss at him to shut up, giving him the finger over your shoulder as you start to walk down the road. “Fine fine.”
His arm snakes around your waist, hand dipping into the back pocket of your jeans and giving you a quick squeeze. You don’t immediately pull away this time. It’s risky but it does feel good to have him touching you, to have him so obviously wanting you. “Glad youre back though bunny, Bill been driving me crazy with his moody ass.”
“He’s always moody,” You tease but Stu just shrugs, and you smile drops slightly. “Did something happen?”
“Yeah, you left us.”
You blink, a little take a back. “I didn't leave you, I went on holiday.”
“Left, holiday, Whatever,” He waves his free hand in the air, dismissing your words. “You left, he crashed. He's gone all tortured artist, sulky, wont play with me, reading shit about men turning into bugs.”
“I- what?” You frown. “Bugs?”
“I mean it's hot, it suits him but fuck it’s boring.”
You don't know what to say, concerned and confused in equal measure, but Stu doesn't seem to care .
“So you gonna tell me about this Trevor?”
You frown up at him, the angle a little awkward with him so close, a little thrown off by his abrupt subject change. “What about him?”
“Curious who my babygirl hangs out with.” There’s a hint in his voice, something that sounds a little annoyed, even jealous as he speaks. “Your dad said you spent a lot of time with him.”
“You’re not serious?” It hits you the wrong way, and adds fuel to something you’d been noticing for a while, Stu’s seemingly growing possessiveness. Possessiveness you didn’t think he deserved to voice considering he was the one with the girlfriend. Hypocrite you think but don’t say it out loud. He looks disappointed when you step away from his side, the groping of your ass getting a little too over the top for walking in public. “Werent you just worried about Billy?”
“Bun bun,” He pokes your cheek, making you flinch. “You’re back, he’ll get over it, so tell me all the gory details.” His teasing tone feels a little flat, the shortened version of your nickname also only making an appearance when he was upset with you but trying to be subtle about it.
“Don’t do that Stu,” You swat his hand away as you fight to keep your tone calm but it doesn’t quite work, frustration lacing into your words. “There’s no details to share. He’s practically family.”
"Not actually family though."
You sigh, wincing as another cramp stabs at your insides; you thought they had finally eased. “No, not actually.”
“So? What did you to get up to?”
"Are you really being serious right now? He's my Uncle’s friend.” He nods but doesn’t comment, his raised eyebrows letting you know he’s expecting more. “He gave me a ride a couple of times, he came to family dinner. Family dinner. Because he is family.”
"I bet he wanted to give you a ride alright," Stu waggles his eyebrows. It feels wrong. His attempt at teasing you not matching the glint in his eye. It feels vaguely threatening.
“For fucks sake," You fight to keep the annoyed tone out of your voice. You don’t want to deal with this. You want a hot shower aand to curl up under a ton of blankets. “If I want to hang out with someone then I will thank you very much.”
“Two dicks not enough for you anymore?”
"Wow, ok,” His words hurt, you can’t tell if it’s an ill judged attempt to tease you or if he’s actually accusing you of something. “Fuck you too. You’re not seriously jealous?" The accusation escapes you before you have time to think it through. “You really want me to spell it out for you again? He’s family.” You finally snap, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. He shuts his mouth with a look of surprise at your outburst.
“Jeez relax, overreaction much? I’m only teasing,” His eyebrows raise and you can tell he’s trying not to roll his eyes. “Sorry for taking an interest.”
“Interest? You were just accusing me of-,”
“I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Stu shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes wide. “I was only asking what you got up too.”
“You-, whatever,” You wave your hand dismissively, trying not to wince as another cramp makes your insides twist painfully. “I had a good time, I’m glad to be home, let’s just drop it ok?”
It lapses into silence again, and you try not to make eye contact with him but you can feel him watching you intently, his surprised look replaced by that carefully blank mask that Billy is so good at. You hate it on both of them.
“You ok bunny?” He pokes at your cheek, grinning wide when you swat him away. The sudden flip in his attitude throwing you for a second. “You seem a little grumpy.”
“Fu-,” You click your tongue. “I’m fine. Can we just go? I want to see Billy.”
Stu stares at you for a beat longer before he shrugs. “Sure,” he bows low, arm sweeping out in front of him as he holds that infuriating grin. “Lead the way.”
“You’re early.” Billy rubs a hand over his face as he sits up from his place on the bed, rubbing his palm across his face as he scoots to the edge of the bed. He looks exhausted and his slow clumsy movements hit you with a sudden rush of affection. You smile softly at him as you come to stand between his knees. Billy glances up at you with slight tilt of his head, he doesn’t look particularly happy to see you and a little knot of guilt starts to form in the pit of your stomach.
“I wanted to see you,” You falter slightly when he doesn’t respond. “How’s the bug man?”
“What?” The look of confusion that flits across Billy’s face has you biting back a laugh, his eyes narrowing at you before he glances over to Stu. “What have you been telling her?”
“Nothing man, not a thing, just you know, about the whole Eric Draven vibe you’ve had going on.”
Billy tenses.
“I missed you.” You cup his face, drawing his attention back to you and interrupting their bickering before it can escalate. You did miss him but his reserved welcome has thrown you off a little. You lean down and kiss him on the cheek, but it doesn’t get the reaction you were hoping for, moving to press a tentative kiss to his mouth instead. “I missed you a lot last week.”
It seems to work, his hands finally reaching up to rest on your waist with a soft sigh.
“I missed you too,” Billy murmurs. His tongue darts across your bottom lip before dipping slightly into your mouth. Its an odd kiss, feels more like he’s tasting you than kissing you, but you let him do what he wants. Humming contently as he flicks across your bottom teeth, he tastes like beer with a hint of cigarette smoke. You grimace slightly but bite down the urge to tell him off fro obviously smoking when he'd promised you he wouldn’t anymore.
"I missed you so damn much," He repeats, the kiss switching into something a little rougher as he nips at you, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, a move you try to stop before it goes too far. You break the kiss, gently pushing against his arms, straightening up and moving slightly out of his hold. The argument with Stu has left you feeling a little bitter, has soured your mood and reunion with them more than you thought it had. Billy picks up on your unease, he always does, and his face shutters, going blank as he shifts his weight, giving you no choice but to take a step back from him.
“I didn’t get that kind of welcome,” Stu moves up behind you and loops his arms round your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder and one hand dipping under your t-shirt to rest over your ribs. “Where’s my kiss?”
“Don’t,” You grip his wrist, stopping him from touching you any further. The cramps were getting worse; you didn’t want things to escalate, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Sure looked like it. You’re so snappy today,” Stu huffs into the side of your neck, annoyed at your reluctance, even Billy looks a little offended. “Is it that time of the month?”
“You’re just annoying.”
“See, snappy.”
Billy’s gaze briefly flickers over you, you know him well enough to know that he’s perceived your reluctance to go further than kissing him as a rejection, his gaze a little cold before he focuses on Stu. “What did you do?”
“Hey, I did nothing. Our moody girl here jumped down my throat,” Stu rest his chin on your shoulder, one hand trying to dip inside your panties and you dig your nails into his wrist in an effort to stop him. “I was only asking her about her holiday.”
“You were not-,” Your look at Billy makes you pause and the guilt flares in your chest, he looks hurt and tired and you just want to start this whole day over. “Ok fine I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. Can we drop it now?” You wince as another cramp hits you, body curling back against Stu like you could move away from it. “And you know what? Yes. I am on my period and it fucking hurts ok?”
It’s silent for a few seconds, for some reason expecting them to withdraw from you but Stu’s grip tightens rather than lets you go. “You’re in pain?” He sounds a little too excited as he asks you that. “Orgasms are supposed to help with that you know,” He takes your momentary surprise to slip his hand out from your grip to press tightly against your abdomen. “I could make you feel better?”
“No.” He gives in to your attempts to escape his hold, letting go of you only long enough to grip you hips and spin you round to face him.
“C’mon, I missed you,” He presses a kiss to your lips that you refuse to return. “And you snapped at me. You hurt my feelings bunny.”
“Because you’re a jealous asshole,” Your words are muffled against his mouth but he hears you, nipping sharply at your bottom lip in retaliation. Hard enough for you to jerk back out of his hold and straight into Billy’s chest.
He grunts softly as he loops his arms round your waist, holding you firm against his chest.
“Don’t be mean, she’s in pain,” Billy mumbles as he speaks, you can tell how tired he is but you can feel how hard he is too, pressing against you as he holds you tight.
“Can we take a time out?” You thread your fingers through Billy’s but he seems less inclined to let you go than Stu had. “I am in pain and you’re making me a little uncomfortable here.”
“Uncomfortable?” Billy repeats dully and a little weight of dread drops in your stomach. “You were all over me a minute ago.”
The atmosphere is off. It’s not the ‘welcome home we missed you’ meet up you’d been hoping for. Between Stu’s amped up hyperness from earlier and Billy’s coldness, they seem unhappy with you and its putting you on edge. Stu softly grips your jaw, guiding your chin up to look at him before you can explain yourself.
“You’re really bleeding?” Stu keeps hold of your jaw but lets his free hand rest against your hip.
You nod reluctantly. “That’s what a period means genius.”
“Explains your moodiness.” Stu mutters, sliding his hand across your abdomen, and tugging at your jeans zipper, you move quick, latching onto his wrist with a firm grip that he ignores.
“Can we stop now?” You arch a little against Billy’s hold, freezing when you brush back against his cock. “Seriously I don’t-, I don’t like this.”
“I missed you though,” Stu pauses in his exploration of your zipper. “and I want to make you feel better.”
He tugs at your jeans again and you let go of his wrist, against your better judgement, trying to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head and the little voice that was helpfully pointing out that you were outnumbered here. hoping that maybe when he sees the unsexy sight of your old underwear that he’ll give up.
It doesn’t, he looks completely fascinated as he lets your jeans pool at your feet, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and you squeeze you legs together before he can pull them off too. “Don’t.”
“It’ll help. Let me help you,” Stu’s fingers tap impatiently on your thigh. “It’s been a week, a whole week without you. I really really need you right now.”
“It’s ok. It’s just a little blood bunny,” Billy whispers into your ear, his hands sliding down your thighs and pushing gently, encouraging you to spread your legs. “Let Stu help you out, it’ll make you feel better.”
You don’t want to, but the want to not upset Billy further has you giving in. You can’t look at Stu as you reluctantly relax your legs, letting him pull your panties down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. It looks wrong, and you feel so embarrassed as Stu kicks them away but neither of them seems to pay your underwear any further attention.
“Stu please,” Your plea descends into a quiet moan as he circles your clit with his index finger, sliding further down against you and you panic, squeezing your legs tightly shut before he can do what you think he’s going to do. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” He pauses, fingers still against your skin. “Don’t what? Use your words, baby bunny, otherwise I don’t know what you don’t want.”
“I don’t want that. It’s-, I’m on my period.” You feel a bit foolish saying it again, but the need to stress that you actually are bleeding is too strong to ignore, embarrassment making you feel like maybe they don’t quite understand that fact. Billy sighs, and you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes in the sound, his breath against your neck making you shiver.
“We know. Open your legs sweetheart,” The pet name takes you by surprise, murmured softly against your ear as his fingers stroke over your hips and across the tops of your thighs. “I want you to feel good, alright? I don’t like you being in pain. Open them for me.”
You shiver; his soft whispers sending goose bumps over your arms and down your spine and you’re obeying him before your mind registers the movement, Stu wasting no time in sliding his hand back between your legs, his index finger slowly stroking up and over your clit where he rubs gently before he slips two fingers inside of you easily and makes a sound low in his throat that sounds a mixture between a groan and a whine. “Fuck bunny, you’re wet.”
“Does your stomach hurt?” Billy asks.
“Yeah,” you whisper, not bothering to correct either of them before you screw your eyes shut, your insides clench, a wave of cramps so hard that it makes you want to cry, head falling back against his shoulder. “Everything hurts.”
“Want him to stop?” It sounds like a sincere question but even as Billy asks it Stu shows no sign of stopping. You want to say yes but don’t want to be proven right, but then Stu crooks his fingers, thumb stroking over your clit and the brush of pleasure is all you can think about. It does feel good, and it does seem to be helping. You watch Stu’s face as he glances down at his fingers as he pulls them out of you, and his groan is enough to have your insides clenching hard in need rather than pain. You could see the fascination written all over his face as he slowly dipped his fingers in and out of you.
“"I'll be really gentle bunny, I will make you feel good,” he whispered, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and holding his hand up to show Billy. “What a fucking mess.”
Billy’s quiet groan in your ear makes your breath hitch.
“Let me take this off.” He tugs at your tshirt and this time you raise your arms obediently. A small murmur of approval in your ear as Billy lifts and removes your shirt as Stu slides his hand back between your legs, cupping you tightly before moving upwards, smearing your blood and wetness up over your hip.
You feel torn between revulsion and desire, your breath hitching in alarm when you catch Stu’s gaze, his eyes are dark as they lock on yours in a way that feels borderline predatory. “Need you to lie down.”
“No.” You speak without thinking but before you could continue or backtrack Billy has a hand curling softly around your throat.
“No?” he squeezes gently, “Bunny. Don’t say no,” sliding his hand down to cup your breast. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Do they hurt too?”
“Yeah," You suck in a sharp breath when he teasingly pinches your right nipple. “They’re sore.”
“Yeah? Stu’ll make it feel better. Come lie down with me.” Billy shifts to your side and you reluctantly follow him back to his bed, conscious of the way Stu is watching you like a hawk.
“I-,” You shift awkwardly; they don’t seem to be taking your reluctance seriously so you try a different tactic. “Probably gonna make a mess of your sheets you know. How about we swap roles?” Billy just smirks; drawing you into a kiss as he gently pushes you backwards, following you down onto the bed.
“Wanna swap Stu?” Billy keeps one hand on your shoulder, as if he’s expecting you to try and bolt as he turns to look back at him. You watch as Stu shrugs off his jeans, his eyes never leaving your blood smeared thighs as he starts to crawl up over your body, giving you no choice but to lie down.
“No fucking way,” He grins above you, leaning down as if to kiss you but moving at the last second to bite down on your earlobe. “I’m going to eat you out.”
You glance cautiously between him and Billy at your side. “Stu that’s- it’s-,” What you really want to say again is no, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “Messy.” You finish lamely.
He ignores you as he begins to kiss and nip his way down your body, his fingers tugging at your bra strap but Billy’s little whispered Leave it on has him moving on to sucking little kisses down your stomach. His mouth lingering on your hip as he nips gently at you, your body arching into him just a little and making him shiver. he would never get over how eagerly you reacted to him, especially when you obviously didn't want too. His tongue soothing over the bite before he positioned himself between your thighs.
“You’ll feel so much better bunny,” Billy was sitting patiently beside your head, hand idly stroking your hair and for one brief second it’s what you had actually wanted this morning. A soft, affectionate gentle reunion, but then Stu dips his head and licks his tongue through the wet folds of your cunt, making your head fall back with a loud moan.
“You taste like blood,” His voice was hoarse and strained and as you looked down at him, you could see him stroking his cock with his free hand. “So sexy, bunny.”
You opened your mouth to respond with something sarcastic but the words died in your throat when he buried his face back between your thighs. You hissed at the contact but couldn’t move away from him even if you were brave enough to try. Billy shifted closer, his attention seemingly fixed on Stu’s head between your thighs.
One finger stroked through your folds up to your clit, gentle and testing. It was slow, gentle, so unlike what you were expecting from Stu. The barely there stimulation was a kind of torture, leaving you squirming and eager for more. But it feels good, warm building pleasure easing the pain slowly.
"Stu," you gasped, arching your back. "Please."
"Please? You want it now?" His smirk was clear in his tone, even as he teased the very tip of one finger into you.
"Stop teasing," you grumbled. “Thought you were going to help me?”
“I am helping you.” He sighs, alternating between greedily dipping his tongue inside you and sucking gently at your clit. His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers, hips rocking up into his mouth. He shifts one hand from your thigh to press flat against your stomach, holding you still as he fucks you with his tongue.
“Is it helping?" He eases off, two fingers slipping into you with a lewd noise and without even thinking about it, you attempted to close your knees, shrinking a little in embarrassment.
Billy murmurs your name in warning. “Don’t.”
You force yourself to relax, Stu pumping his fingers steadily, thumb grazing over your clit.
"Fuck," you breathed, arching your back and rocking your hips down onto his hand. You squirm and Billy sighs as he strokes his thumb across your forehead.
"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "He’s trying to help you bunny, just look at me ok?”
Stu’s nose brushes your clit as his tongue delves inside of you and you cry out, your back arching as you break Billy’s gaze, eyes squeezing shut as you feel sparks of pleasure running all through your body.
"Stu, please.”
“Look at me,” Billy repeats, his fingers grasp your chin, pulling your face towards him. He wants your attention and you’re not giving it to him, you can tell he’s amused and a little annoyed by your inability to keep eye contact.
"You like it like that?" Billy asks as Stu crooks his fingers, rubbing up against a spot that had pleasure rising embarrassingly quickly. "Slow and gentle? You gonna cum for me?”
“For me,” you can feel Stu’s breath across your skin, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he speaks. “I’m the one doing all the work here.”
“I-yes-,” It’s all you can manage as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of your inner thigh and you hissed, arching into him as you clenched and fluttered around his fingers, thighs tightening around his head as you ride out the slow warming wave of pleasure. You felt uncomfortably wet and sticky between your legs and thought of the mess you must be making on Billy’s sheets briefly crossed your mind.
Stu slows as your moans turn into whimpers, his tongue lapping over you softly once more before he sits up. It’s hard to look at him, blood smeared all over his lips, chin and nose, somehow more but not as much as you were expecting, but the way he is staring at you makes you shiver. He looks scary, feral, but he's also got a shit eating grin on his face because he knows he made you feel better. “Gonna fuck you now.”
“Greedy.” Billy finally speaks up and Stu freezes. Something passes between them; a brief silent conversation that you know you’ll never be a part of but whatever was said Stu was obviously getting his way, as he moved his hips between your thighs.
“You’re going to be a good slut and suck him off while I fuck this bloody little pussy.” He stroked the head of his cock along your cunt and you heard him swallow hard as he watched your blood coat the head. “Fuck that’s hot.”
he shuddered hard as he let his cock rub against your cunt, nudging your clit and teasing you as he glides through your wet folds. He moved to kiss you and you tilted your head, trying to avoid his mouth and he tuts, obviously displeased with the movement. “I want my kiss.”
It’s a sulky, childish complaint but the puppy dog eyes and pout he gives you looks terrifying combined with the blood smeared across his face. You don’t want to but you don’t move away when he leans into kiss you again. Grossed out by the taste of your blood on his lips, coppery and sticky, you forced yourself to relax as Stu grips your jaw hard, holding you still and digging his fingers into your cheeks until you open your mouth for him. He swipes his tongue in to your mouth once and then pulls away with a low groan. Your chin felt sticky but Billy was quick to grasp your wrist tightly as you tried to wipe your hand across your mouth, Stu poking you on the nose at your grimace.
“Don’t ruin it bunny, let Billy fuck that bloody mouth of yours.”
You nod your head in defeat, biting back a moan when the head of his cock presses at your entrance, your breath stuttering as he begins to push inside. The stretch of him is unfairly divine, and you try not to think about the messthe two of you are going to make.
“Fuck, look at that.” He draws out slowly, not even half way inside you, his pupils blown wide as he stares between your legs. “You’re beautiful, bleeding all over me.”
Billy murmurs your name, his patience at being ignored obviously run out as he tugs your hair to draw you attention back to him, his cock hard and ready in front of your mouth. You open slightly reluctantly and circle your tongue lightly over the tip, but he inhales sharply, a breath that turns into a needy plea when he abruptly pushes forward. "Just a bit more, bunny."
He starts slow, letting you accommodate to the intrusion, and then slowly begins pushing further down your throat, forcing you to take him until you retch, but before you can pull away his hand grips the back of your head, holding you in place.
“Hold it there for me, breath through your nose.” His fingers wind into your hair and Billy shudders, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him. Your eyes are swimming with tears as you try not to choke. The look of adoration he’s giving you is making you want to try your best to please him, but its difficult trying to forcing yourself to breathe through your nose without panicking. “Fuck, bunny, been thinking of this the whole time you were away. You choking on my cock.”
You hum in response making his breath hitch but a sudden thrust from Stu makes you jolt, makes you gag hard around Billy’s cock, instinctively reaching out one of your hands to press against Billy’s stomach as you tried to push him away, to give you some breathing room.
“Don’t.” One of his hands quickly finds yours, giving it one you think is supposed to be a reassuring squeeze but it feels vaguely threatening instead, but he still takes pity on you, drawing back just enough to give you some breathing room. “relax.”
You try, but although he’s encouraging you to relax he’s not stopped moving, his hips unable to stay still as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. "That's it. Fuck-"
Encouraged by his praise, you try to take him deeper, swallowing around him as the tears started to slide down your cheeks. you must look a mess but Billy glances down at you with such adoration it makes your heart soar.
"Are you crying?" Billy groans, a thumb swiping under your eye. "Cute."
There’s a hum of approval from Stu, his pace not slowing for a moment as he slid his hands up to your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your nipples as he leant down, biting and sucking hard at your skin with each roll of his hips. It was all overwhelming in the best and worst way. Delicious pressure was curling low in your gut, and you couldn’t stop your hips moving in time with his thrusts, chasing after your release. Stu groaned at the movement, reaching a hand between you to push his thumb to against your clit.
“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he stutters out. “I know you can cum for me.” You were close, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly, but you could tell from Stu’s faltering thrusts that he was close too.
"m’close," Stu mumbles against your neck, tongue wet and sloppy over your skin as he strokes over your clit. “I can feel you squeezing my cock, bunny. Come on, come on." He shudders, sounding a little desperate but his frantic fingers slick and clumsy against your clit gives you just the right amount of stimulation to do as you’re told. Another slow roiling wave of pleasure that draws a strangled cry from your throat as Stu fucks you through it. You could barely breathe as Billy started to fuck your mouth harder, his own moans getting louder as he watched your back arch.
Stu hissed, the feel of you spasming and clenching around him and the sound of you gagging around Billy’s cock enough to make him reach his own peak. His hips bucking into yours one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go as a flood of warmth settled in your belly and he came with a low hoarse moan.
Billy’s movements become rougher as he curses, dragging your face to his pelvis and holding it there as he bottoms out, cumming down your throat with an eager moan. Stu’s fingers fluttering across your throat as you swallow and Billy withdraws from your mouth, leaning back on his hands with a contented sigh, eyes closed and heaving chest as he catches his breath.
You’re coughing hard, retching almost, cum and saliva dribbling down your chin, and Stu wipes his fingers through the mess, rubbing it into your skin as he continues to trail his fingers over your throat.
“Missed you.” Stu whispers. He’s still inside you, his cock twitching and softening sending little pleasurable shivers through your body.
You don’t bother saying anything, just wince as Stu finally pulls out of you, the rush of fluids immediate and all three of you stare at the redness coating his cock. He swirls his fingers along his shaft in fascination, coating his fingers in the mixture of bloody fluids.
“Shit,” he sounds dazed, and there’s a soft grunt of agreement from Billy as he slumps down beside you, a hand resting across your thigh as you both watch Stu stroke himself. It is hard to look away from, even in your exhausted state and you feel yourself zooming out as you watch, lulled into a dreamy relaxed state as Billy’s fingers trace up and down your thigh.
Stu’s hand tapping against your jaw makes you jump, forcing yourself to look up at him. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek as one hand still languidly strokes his cock.
“Clean me up?”
Billy can't help the gentle smile as he glances at you over the curve of Stu's shoulder. Curled almost against the edge of the bed, half covered by the blankets and the hot water bottle Stu had found you held tight against your abdomen even in sleep. Your hair is damp still and he knows for a fact you're going to be annoyed about that in the morning. Annoyed further when he tells you how adorable you look. It had taken him quite a lot of effort to tempt you into the bath with him earlier, which had surprised him, and hurt, but you’d caved eventually, you always did.
He hugged Stu closer, letting the sting of hurt disappear with the warmth of Stu’s skin before giving into the temptation to press a flurry of soft kisses across his shoulder blade. “You awake?"
It’s quiet for a minute, long enough that Billy thinks he might actually be asleep until Stu shifts with a sigh.
"No," Stu said slowly, sleep making the word more of an inarticulate grunt.
Billy tightened his arm around Stu’s waist, pulling himself closer until he is flush against his back . Stu makes a noise that he interprets as probably irritated, a noise he ignores and instead slides his hand up Stu’s hip and over his ribs.
"You doing?" Stu mumbles.
“Touching you?” Billy’s breath is warm on his skin and Stu shivers when another kiss is pressed to his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, and Billy’s roaming fingers reach higher up his chest, only pausing when Stu still doesn’t respond. "You want me to stop?"
"No. kinda." Stu whispers, trying his best to keep his breathing even, failing completely when Billy scratches a nail lightly over his nipple, only just catching hold of the whine that wants to escape. "sleep."
"Oh." Billy’s amused huff sends goose bumps down his spine. “Sleep.”
It’s tempting. Very tempting, to let his fingers roam over Stu’s chest. A few more tweaks and caresses over his nipple and he’d give in, he knows it. It’s one of Stu’s major weak spots but instead he smooths his hand down Stu’s torso, letting his nails scratch teasingly over his skin before relenting, wrapping his arm around his waist and smothering his face into Stu’s back. He smells like you.
do you think the boys would be into period sex? billy i can see being kinda weirded out at first but easily swayed by all the blood. stu… well, you know hes down, but they’d both have to hide just how much theyre into it
(also pardon me if you’ve talked about this before n im misremembering!!)
18+ Period sex/oral, dubcon toeing the line of noncon, anal sex, toxic relationship
Stu x Billy and Stu x Billy x F!reader.
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The desk was smacking against the wall almost violently, and Stu felt an odd twisted sense of glee that his mother would probably notice the damage. The wood was warm beneath him as Billy fucked him over it, papers and pens still clattering to the floor with every thrust. Stu had lost the chase but he couldn’t really find it in himself to be disappointed about it.
“Caught you fair and square,” Billy panted. He kept a hand firmly planted on Stu’s back, nails digging into his skin and keeping him pinned down against the desk. “Thought you knew how to survive a horror movie?”
Stu clenched his teeth biting back the whimpers that threatened to escape his throat. It was too quick, too much, with not even close to enough prep, but Billy’s needling about him failing to escape was hurting him more.
“Even bunny lasted longer than you,” Billy’s breath was heavy, his voice strained. “But gotta admit I do like your ass better.”
Stu choked down a whine as Billy’s hips pressed hard against his ass, cock pressing deep, too deep, his nails scratching in to the varnish of the desk.
“Shame I dropped the knife, really want to mark you up right now. Did I tell you I fucked her with it?” Billy leans down, his chest flush against Stu’s back as he whispers and Stu feels his balls tighten and throb at the memory. “came around that fucking knife like she’d never had anything better.”
“Fuck Bill,” He knew, of course he did. Billy had recounted the story to him numerous times, the first time he’d heard it Billy had his cock buried so far down his throat he’d nearly blacked out.
“So quiet baby, you not enjoying yourself?” Billy pulls back and thrusts forward hard. “rather be on your knees? Want me to make you choke on it instead?”
“You talk too much,” Stu groaned, his breath was quickening just at the thought of it. “Monologuing while getting fucked is kind of a turn off you know?”
Billy didn’t seem to appreciate that, a series of abrupt thrusts forcing a cry from his throat.
“Aw there we go. You moan so pretty for me,” Billy’s hand smacking hard across his ass at his displeased sound. “You lost the game. If this had been real you’d been gutted and bleeding out right now.”
The moan Stu let out was loud, his momentary annoyance lost at the thought of it. Caught, covered in blood, bleeding out while Billy fucked him, his cock throbbing painfully with the image.
“You cheated.” The lack of control is starting to niggle at him, as is Billy’s smugness at catching him. Stu slips one hand between his legs, half expecting Billy to tell him to stop, the relief when he doesn’t sending shivers down his spine. Forehead dropping to rest against the desk as he stroked his hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes as he jerked himself in time with Billy’s thrusts.
“Cheated? You ran upstairs dumbass,” Billy’s thrusts turning slow and so deep that Stu felt like he could feel it in his stomach. “Stupid mistake, I’m embarrassed for you.”
“Totally my plan,” Stu pants, nails scratching deeper into the varnished desk as he tries to control his breathing, the slow deep roll of Billy’s hips starting to cross the line into genuinely uncomfortable. “Had to get you active. You've been moping after bunny all week. It’s boring.” There's a touch of genuine bitterness to his words that he's a little annoyed with himself he couldn't hide.
“You don’t miss her too?” Billy asks and Stu shakes his head automatically before the question truly registers. “Really? You don’t miss our pretty pliant little bunny? The way she squirms and whimpers?”
“Fuck-, shut up,” Stu’s cock jumps and twitches hard at Billy’s words. “Miss that pussy maybe.” He forces himself to answer, although he doesn’t sound as convincing as he’d like. Because he does. He does fucking miss you and he hates it. Even breaking in to your house and railing Billy in your bed had done nothing but make him miss you more. He wants to bend you over his knee and spank you for every day you’ve been gone, force you down onto his bed and eat you out until you scream for him. His spiraling thoughts about everything he wants to punish you with pushing him close to the edge too fast and too hard, his hand tightening around his cock, squeezing himself tightly and forcing himself to calm down.
“You sound a little bitter,” Billy sighs, words breathless and almost slurring together in that way that Stu knows means he’s getting close. “You jealo-,”
“I’m not jealous.” He answers too quick, the words tumbling out of his mouth before Billy’s finished speaking. He's not jealous. He’s just a little annoyed at the lack of attention he’s being getting, that’s all.
Billy slows even more, his pace faltering and shallow. That annoys him even further because he doesn't want Billy to notice how he’s actually feeling.
“Tired out already? Need me to take over?” He tries to fuck back against him but Billy grips his hips and pulls slightly away.
“You don’t need to be jealous,” Billy drags his fingertips down Stu’s spine. “you're mine Stu,” digging his nail into his skin to scratch along the faint white B that lived at the bottom of his spine. “You’re marked as mine.”
Stu wants to respond, wants to snap back but all that leaves his throat is a desperate moan. It’s embarrassing how quickly that word can unravel him, and he’s pretty sure Billy knows it too. As Billy’s hips start to move again Stu’s mind goes blissfully blank, the pleasure finally reaching snapping point and his back arching as he came, hand tight around his cock and shooting white ropes across the carpeted floor.
“Fuck me.” He mumbles, he feels shaky, a slight tremble in his legs that has him glad Billy hasn’t pulled away from him. “Jesus Bill.”
“All right?” Billy murmured, in that soft oh so quiet tone that Stu loathed and loved in equal measure, the tone that seemed to be reserved for him and bunny alone.
Shut up. Shut up is what he wants to say but he just grunts, burying his head in his hands. He shifted his hips and winced, somewhere during his mind blinding orgasm Billy must have cum too, he feels wet and sticky, even though Billy is still buried deep.
Billy murmurs something softly again as he pulls his cock out slowly, although he doesn’t move away completely, keeping his pelvis flush against Stu’s ass as his thumbs stroke idly across his hips.
“Still can’t believe you ran upstairs.”
Stu shrugged, not bothering to try and stand up from his bent position, lifting his head to rest on his palm with a sigh. “Panicked.”
“Panicked?” Billy sounds incredulous, he moves away and Stu bites down the urge to drag him back, instead turning his head to watch as Billy leans back against the desk, close but not quite touching him.
“Plead the fifth,” Stu mutters. He doesn’t want to talk anymore and Billy doesn’t push it. He stands slowly, stretching his arms high above his head with a groan. He can feel Billy’s gaze on him and he’d be lying of he said he didn’t flex, just a little. Tilting his head and cracking his neck, definitely not showing off the smooth column of his throat as he does so and defiantly not enjoying the definite hitch in Billy’s breathing as he watches. The one place Billy so desperately wanted to mark up and the one place he absolutely couldn’t. Neck and collarbones. A weakness in Billy that he took great joy in teasing and tempting him with.
“Wanna shower with me?”
Stu doesn’t answer, the sudden invading thought of what would his mother think if she came home and found the two of them naked in her office making him pause, his gaze lingering on the mess he’d left on the carpet. Billy would never let that happen, but the chaos that would ensue would be fascinating to witness.
“Stu?”
“Yeah, sure,” He kills that thought before he feels too tempted to try and let it happen, turning his head so he can look at the mask lying in the corner of the room where it had been haphazardly thrown. “And next time you’re leaving it on.”
The sounds of voices from your kitchen takes you a little by surprise. You recognize Stu’s voice immediately, dread pooling low in your gut. You weren’t supposed to see him or Billy until later that evening, and You had long ago made him promise not to turn up unannounced. You really should have known better than to trust he’d stick to that promise.
You take a deep breath as you enter your kitchen, stopping as you see Stu chatting animatedly with your dad. your gaze lingers warily on the open can of Jolt sat next to him, seems like the lazy afternoon you were hoping for was not going to happen.
Your dad looks disinterested and is focused on the paperwork in his hands with a barely concealed look of annoyance that Stu seems oblivious to. perched on the edge of the kitchen stool with one knee bouncing quickly up and down, he seems filled with more hyper energy than usual, making you wonder just how many of those drinks he’d actually had.
You both want and don’t want to interrupt the conversation, in all honesty you want to cancel your plans with Stu and Billy and just go to bed, even though it had been a week since you’d seen either of them, and you know full well that they are going to be sulky about the fact that you had to work on your first morning back. You shift awkwardly, gripping your keys a little harder as another cramp tugs and pulls low in your abdomen. Your period had taken you by surprise this morning during your shift, having no choice but to use one of the cheap uncomfortable pads from the women’s restroom. You take a deep breath, entering the kitchen and your heart skipping a beat in mild alarm as Stu instantly swivels in his seat to look at you.
“You kept in touch?” Your dad asks, he hasn’t acknowledged your hello and you try to not let that sting, the conversation you’re interrupting apparently one about your recent trip. “She was only gone a week.”
“I had one phone call.” Stu’s gaze is fixated on you, and you don’t miss the blatant disappointed emphasis he puts on one.
“Oh good.” Your dad is obviously disinterested in the whole situation, already focusing back on the papers and files in front of him.
“Yeah she rang pretty late, but woo boy was she-,”
“Sorry I’m late, we should get going right? The others will be waiting.” Embarrassment flares, your face heating to an unbearable degree as it dawns on you what Stu is talking about. The need to get him out of your house overriding your desire to make yourself more comfortable first.
“Aw but I was just telling your dad what-,”
“He’s busy, and we'll be late.” You tug at his arm and he immediately tries to intertwine your fingers with his. You pull away quickly, giving him a small shake of your head as you glance back at your Dad, who thankfully is still riveted to the paperwork in front of him. “I’ll be back late ok?”
Your dad gives you a distracted wave goodbye and thankfully Stu follows obediently behind you.
“You dick.” You smack his chest with the back of your hand as you pull the front door closed.
“What?” He rubs his chest before his hands are reaching out for you again, skimming down your sides to hook into the waistband of your jeans. “Just wanted your dad to know how sweet it was.”
“Can you stop with the touching?” You bat at his hands again, sighing when he ignores your request.
“Can’t control my hands,” He tugs hard on your belt loop, pulling you back into his chest and leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. “You’re looking foxy as hell right now.”
It takes an immense amount of willpower to pull away from him, but the first lick of his tongue across your skin does make you move. “We’re outside,” You dodge his attempt to touch you again. “And what was sweet?”
“You being away but still thinking about me. How you missed me. And my di-,”
“You better not have said that to my Dad!” You glare at him and he laughs.
“C’mon it was hot, hearing you get off like that. I could hear how we-,” He trails off with a grin as you hiss at him to shut up, giving him the finger over your shoulder as you start to walk down the road. “Fine fine.”
His arm snakes around your waist, hand dipping into the back pocket of your jeans and giving you a quick squeeze. You don’t immediately pull away this time. It’s risky but it does feel good to have him touching you, to have him so obviously wanting you. “Glad youre back though bunny, Bill been driving me crazy with his moody ass.”
“He’s always moody,” You tease but Stu just shrugs, and you smile drops slightly. “Did something happen?”
“Yeah, you left us.”
You blink, a little take a back. “I didn't leave you, I went on holiday.”
“Left, holiday, Whatever,” He waves his free hand in the air, dismissing your words. “You left, he crashed. He's gone all tortured artist, sulky, wont play with me, reading shit about men turning into bugs.”
“I- what?” You frown. “Bugs?”
“I mean it's hot, it suits him but fuck it’s boring.”
You don't know what to say, concerned and confused in equal measure, but Stu doesn't seem to care .
“So you gonna tell me about this Trevor?”
You frown up at him, the angle a little awkward with him so close, a little thrown off by his abrupt subject change. “What about him?”
“Curious who my babygirl hangs out with.” There’s a hint in his voice, something that sounds a little annoyed, even jealous as he speaks. “Your dad said you spent a lot of time with him.”
“You’re not serious?” It hits you the wrong way, and adds fuel to something you’d been noticing for a while, Stu’s seemingly growing possessiveness. Possessiveness you didn’t think he deserved to voice considering he was the one with the girlfriend. Hypocrite you think but don’t say it out loud. He looks disappointed when you step away from his side, the groping of your ass getting a little too over the top for walking in public. “Werent you just worried about Billy?”
“Bun bun,” He pokes your cheek, making you flinch. “You’re back, he’ll get over it, so tell me all the gory details.” His teasing tone feels a little flat, the shortened version of your nickname also only making an appearance when he was upset with you but trying to be subtle about it.
“Don’t do that Stu,” You swat his hand away as you fight to keep your tone calm but it doesn’t quite work, frustration lacing into your words. “There’s no details to share. He’s practically family.”
"Not actually family though."
You sigh, wincing as another cramp stabs at your insides; you thought they had finally eased. “No, not actually.”
“So? What did you to get up to?”
"Are you really being serious right now? He's my Uncle’s friend.” He nods but doesn’t comment, his raised eyebrows letting you know he’s expecting more. “He gave me a ride a couple of times, he came to family dinner. Family dinner. Because he is family.”
"I bet he wanted to give you a ride alright," Stu waggles his eyebrows. It feels wrong. His attempt at teasing you not matching the glint in his eye. It feels vaguely threatening.
“For fucks sake," You fight to keep the annoyed tone out of your voice. You don’t want to deal with this. You want a hot shower aand to curl up under a ton of blankets. “If I want to hang out with someone then I will thank you very much.”
“Two dicks not enough for you anymore?”
"Wow, ok,” His words hurt, you can’t tell if it’s an ill judged attempt to tease you or if he’s actually accusing you of something. “Fuck you too. You’re not seriously jealous?" The accusation escapes you before you have time to think it through. “You really want me to spell it out for you again? He’s family.” You finally snap, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. He shuts his mouth with a look of surprise at your outburst.
“Jeez relax, overreaction much? I’m only teasing,” His eyebrows raise and you can tell he’s trying not to roll his eyes. “Sorry for taking an interest.”
“Interest? You were just accusing me of-,”
“I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Stu shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes wide. “I was only asking what you got up too.”
“You-, whatever,” You wave your hand dismissively, trying not to wince as another cramp makes your insides twist painfully. “I had a good time, I’m glad to be home, let’s just drop it ok?”
It lapses into silence again, and you try not to make eye contact with him but you can feel him watching you intently, his surprised look replaced by that carefully blank mask that Billy is so good at. You hate it on both of them.
“You ok bunny?” He pokes at your cheek, grinning wide when you swat him away. The sudden flip in his attitude throwing you for a second. “You seem a little grumpy.”
“Fu-,” You click your tongue. “I’m fine. Can we just go? I want to see Billy.”
Stu stares at you for a beat longer before he shrugs. “Sure,” he bows low, arm sweeping out in front of him as he holds that infuriating grin. “Lead the way.”
“You’re early.” Billy rubs a hand over his face as he sits up from his place on the bed, rubbing his palm across his face as he scoots to the edge of the bed. He looks exhausted and his slow clumsy movements hit you with a sudden rush of affection. You smile softly at him as you come to stand between his knees. Billy glances up at you with slight tilt of his head, he doesn’t look particularly happy to see you and a little knot of guilt starts to form in the pit of your stomach.
“I wanted to see you,” You falter slightly when he doesn’t respond. “How’s the bug man?”
“What?” The look of confusion that flits across Billy’s face has you biting back a laugh, his eyes narrowing at you before he glances over to Stu. “What have you been telling her?”
“Nothing man, not a thing, just you know, about the whole Eric Draven vibe you’ve had going on.”
Billy tenses.
“I missed you.” You cup his face, drawing his attention back to you and interrupting their bickering before it can escalate. You did miss him but his reserved welcome has thrown you off a little. You lean down and kiss him on the cheek, but it doesn’t get the reaction you were hoping for, moving to press a tentative kiss to his mouth instead. “I missed you a lot last week.”
It seems to work, his hands finally reaching up to rest on your waist with a soft sigh.
“I missed you too,” Billy murmurs. His tongue darts across your bottom lip before dipping slightly into your mouth. Its an odd kiss, feels more like he’s tasting you than kissing you, but you let him do what he wants. Humming contently as he flicks across your bottom teeth, he tastes like beer with a hint of cigarette smoke. You grimace slightly but bite down the urge to tell him off fro obviously smoking when he'd promised you he wouldn’t anymore.
"I missed you so damn much," He repeats, the kiss switching into something a little rougher as he nips at you, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, a move you try to stop before it goes too far. You break the kiss, gently pushing against his arms, straightening up and moving slightly out of his hold. The argument with Stu has left you feeling a little bitter, has soured your mood and reunion with them more than you thought it had. Billy picks up on your unease, he always does, and his face shutters, going blank as he shifts his weight, giving you no choice but to take a step back from him.
“I didn’t get that kind of welcome,” Stu moves up behind you and loops his arms round your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder and one hand dipping under your t-shirt to rest over your ribs. “Where’s my kiss?”
“Don’t,” You grip his wrist, stopping him from touching you any further. The cramps were getting worse; you didn’t want things to escalate, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Sure looked like it. You’re so snappy today,” Stu huffs into the side of your neck, annoyed at your reluctance, even Billy looks a little offended. “Is it that time of the month?”
“You’re just annoying.”
“See, snappy.”
Billy’s gaze briefly flickers over you, you know him well enough to know that he’s perceived your reluctance to go further than kissing him as a rejection, his gaze a little cold before he focuses on Stu. “What did you do?”
“Hey, I did nothing. Our moody girl here jumped down my throat,” Stu rest his chin on your shoulder, one hand trying to dip inside your panties and you dig your nails into his wrist in an effort to stop him. “I was only asking her about her holiday.”
“You were not-,” Your look at Billy makes you pause and the guilt flares in your chest, he looks hurt and tired and you just want to start this whole day over. “Ok fine I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. Can we drop it now?” You wince as another cramp hits you, body curling back against Stu like you could move away from it. “And you know what? Yes. I am on my period and it fucking hurts ok?”
It’s silent for a few seconds, for some reason expecting them to withdraw from you but Stu’s grip tightens rather than lets you go. “You’re in pain?” He sounds a little too excited as he asks you that. “Orgasms are supposed to help with that you know,” He takes your momentary surprise to slip his hand out from your grip to press tightly against your abdomen. “I could make you feel better?”
“No.” He gives in to your attempts to escape his hold, letting go of you only long enough to grip you hips and spin you round to face him.
“C’mon, I missed you,” He presses a kiss to your lips that you refuse to return. “And you snapped at me. You hurt my feelings bunny.”
“Because you’re a jealous asshole,” Your words are muffled against his mouth but he hears you, nipping sharply at your bottom lip in retaliation. Hard enough for you to jerk back out of his hold and straight into Billy’s chest.
He grunts softly as he loops his arms round your waist, holding you firm against his chest.
“Don’t be mean, she’s in pain,” Billy mumbles as he speaks, you can tell how tired he is but you can feel how hard he is too, pressing against you as he holds you tight.
“Can we take a time out?” You thread your fingers through Billy’s but he seems less inclined to let you go than Stu had. “I am in pain and you’re making me a little uncomfortable here.”
“Uncomfortable?” Billy repeats dully and a little weight of dread drops in your stomach. “You were all over me a minute ago.”
The atmosphere is off. It’s not the ‘welcome home we missed you’ meet up you’d been hoping for. Between Stu’s amped up hyperness from earlier and Billy’s coldness, they seem unhappy with you and its putting you on edge. Stu softly grips your jaw, guiding your chin up to look at him before you can explain yourself.
“You’re really bleeding?” Stu keeps hold of your jaw but lets his free hand rest against your hip.
You nod reluctantly. “That’s what a period means genius.”
“Explains your moodiness.” Stu mutters, sliding his hand across your abdomen, and tugging at your jeans zipper, you move quick, latching onto his wrist with a firm grip that he ignores.
“Can we stop now?” You arch a little against Billy’s hold, freezing when you brush back against his cock. “Seriously I don’t-, I don’t like this.”
“I missed you though,” Stu pauses in his exploration of your zipper. “and I want to make you feel better.”
He tugs at your jeans again and you let go of his wrist, against your better judgement, trying to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head and the little voice that was helpfully pointing out that you were outnumbered here. hoping that maybe when he sees the unsexy sight of your old underwear that he’ll give up.
It doesn’t, he looks completely fascinated as he lets your jeans pool at your feet, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and you squeeze you legs together before he can pull them off too. “Don’t.”
“It’ll help. Let me help you,” Stu’s fingers tap impatiently on your thigh. “It’s been a week, a whole week without you. I really really need you right now.”
“It’s ok. It’s just a little blood bunny,” Billy whispers into your ear, his hands sliding down your thighs and pushing gently, encouraging you to spread your legs. “Let Stu help you out, it’ll make you feel better.”
You don’t want to, but the want to not upset Billy further has you giving in. You can’t look at Stu as you reluctantly relax your legs, letting him pull your panties down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. It looks wrong, and you feel so embarrassed as Stu kicks them away but neither of them seems to pay your underwear any further attention.
“Stu please,” Your plea descends into a quiet moan as he circles your clit with his index finger, sliding further down against you and you panic, squeezing your legs tightly shut before he can do what you think he’s going to do. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” He pauses, fingers still against your skin. “Don’t what? Use your words, baby bunny, otherwise I don’t know what you don’t want.”
“I don’t want that. It’s-, I’m on my period.” You feel a bit foolish saying it again, but the need to stress that you actually are bleeding is too strong to ignore, embarrassment making you feel like maybe they don’t quite understand that fact. Billy sighs, and you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes in the sound, his breath against your neck making you shiver.
“We know. Open your legs sweetheart,” The pet name takes you by surprise, murmured softly against your ear as his fingers stroke over your hips and across the tops of your thighs. “I want you to feel good, alright? I don’t like you being in pain. Open them for me.”
You shiver; his soft whispers sending goose bumps over your arms and down your spine and you’re obeying him before your mind registers the movement, Stu wasting no time in sliding his hand back between your legs, his index finger slowly stroking up and over your clit where he rubs gently before he slips two fingers inside of you easily and makes a sound low in his throat that sounds a mixture between a groan and a whine. “Fuck bunny, you’re wet.”
“Does your stomach hurt?” Billy asks.
“Yeah,” you whisper, not bothering to correct either of them before you screw your eyes shut, your insides clench, a wave of cramps so hard that it makes you want to cry, head falling back against his shoulder. “Everything hurts.”
“Want him to stop?” It sounds like a sincere question but even as Billy asks it Stu shows no sign of stopping. You want to say yes but don’t want to be proven right, but then Stu crooks his fingers, thumb stroking over your clit and the brush of pleasure is all you can think about. It does feel good, and it does seem to be helping. You watch Stu’s face as he glances down at his fingers as he pulls them out of you, and his groan is enough to have your insides clenching hard in need rather than pain. You could see the fascination written all over his face as he slowly dipped his fingers in and out of you.
“"I'll be really gentle bunny, I will make you feel good,” he whispered, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and holding his hand up to show Billy. “What a fucking mess.”
Billy’s quiet groan in your ear makes your breath hitch.
“Let me take this off.” He tugs at your tshirt and this time you raise your arms obediently. A small murmur of approval in your ear as Billy lifts and removes your shirt as Stu slides his hand back between your legs, cupping you tightly before moving upwards, smearing your blood and wetness up over your hip.
You feel torn between revulsion and desire, your breath hitching in alarm when you catch Stu’s gaze, his eyes are dark as they lock on yours in a way that feels borderline predatory. “Need you to lie down.”
“No.” You speak without thinking but before you could continue or backtrack Billy has a hand curling softly around your throat.
“No?” he squeezes gently, “Bunny. Don’t say no,” sliding his hand down to cup your breast. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Do they hurt too?”
“Yeah," You suck in a sharp breath when he teasingly pinches your right nipple. “They’re sore.”
“Yeah? Stu’ll make it feel better. Come lie down with me.” Billy shifts to your side and you reluctantly follow him back to his bed, conscious of the way Stu is watching you like a hawk.
“I-,” You shift awkwardly; they don’t seem to be taking your reluctance seriously so you try a different tactic. “Probably gonna make a mess of your sheets you know. How about we swap roles?” Billy just smirks; drawing you into a kiss as he gently pushes you backwards, following you down onto the bed.
“Wanna swap Stu?” Billy keeps one hand on your shoulder, as if he’s expecting you to try and bolt as he turns to look back at him. You watch as Stu shrugs off his jeans, his eyes never leaving your blood smeared thighs as he starts to crawl up over your body, giving you no choice but to lie down.
“No fucking way,” He grins above you, leaning down as if to kiss you but moving at the last second to bite down on your earlobe. “I’m going to eat you out.”
You glance cautiously between him and Billy at your side. “Stu that’s- it’s-,” What you really want to say again is no, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “Messy.” You finish lamely.
He ignores you as he begins to kiss and nip his way down your body, his fingers tugging at your bra strap but Billy’s little whispered Leave it on has him moving on to sucking little kisses down your stomach. His mouth lingering on your hip as he nips gently at you, your body arching into him just a little and making him shiver. he would never get over how eagerly you reacted to him, especially when you obviously didn't want too. His tongue soothing over the bite before he positioned himself between your thighs.
“You’ll feel so much better bunny,” Billy was sitting patiently beside your head, hand idly stroking your hair and for one brief second it’s what you had actually wanted this morning. A soft, affectionate gentle reunion, but then Stu dips his head and licks his tongue through the wet folds of your cunt, making your head fall back with a loud moan.
“You taste like blood,” His voice was hoarse and strained and as you looked down at him, you could see him stroking his cock with his free hand. “So sexy, bunny.”
You opened your mouth to respond with something sarcastic but the words died in your throat when he buried his face back between your thighs. You hissed at the contact but couldn’t move away from him even if you were brave enough to try. Billy shifted closer, his attention seemingly fixed on Stu’s head between your thighs.
One finger stroked through your folds up to your clit, gentle and testing. It was slow, gentle, so unlike what you were expecting from Stu. The barely there stimulation was a kind of torture, leaving you squirming and eager for more. But it feels good, warm building pleasure easing the pain slowly.
"Stu," you gasped, arching your back. "Please."
"Please? You want it now?" His smirk was clear in his tone, even as he teased the very tip of one finger into you.
"Stop teasing," you grumbled. “Thought you were going to help me?”
“I am helping you.” He sighs, alternating between greedily dipping his tongue inside you and sucking gently at your clit. His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers, hips rocking up into his mouth. He shifts one hand from your thigh to press flat against your stomach, holding you still as he fucks you with his tongue.
“Is it helping?" He eases off, two fingers slipping into you with a lewd noise and without even thinking about it, you attempted to close your knees, shrinking a little in embarrassment.
Billy murmurs your name in warning. “Don’t.”
You force yourself to relax, Stu pumping his fingers steadily, thumb grazing over your clit.
"Fuck," you breathed, arching your back and rocking your hips down onto his hand. You squirm and Billy sighs as he strokes his thumb across your forehead.
"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "He’s trying to help you bunny, just look at me ok?”
Stu’s nose brushes your clit as his tongue delves inside of you and you cry out, your back arching as you break Billy’s gaze, eyes squeezing shut as you feel sparks of pleasure running all through your body.
"Stu, please.”
“Look at me,” Billy repeats, his fingers grasp your chin, pulling your face towards him. He wants your attention and you’re not giving it to him, you can tell he’s amused and a little annoyed by your inability to keep eye contact.
"You like it like that?" Billy asks as Stu crooks his fingers, rubbing up against a spot that had pleasure rising embarrassingly quickly. "Slow and gentle? You gonna cum for me?”
“For me,” you can feel Stu’s breath across your skin, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he speaks. “I’m the one doing all the work here.”
“I-yes-,” It’s all you can manage as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of your inner thigh and you hissed, arching into him as you clenched and fluttered around his fingers, thighs tightening around his head as you ride out the slow warming wave of pleasure. You felt uncomfortably wet and sticky between your legs and thought of the mess you must be making on Billy’s sheets briefly crossed your mind.
Stu slows as your moans turn into whimpers, his tongue lapping over you softly once more before he sits up. It’s hard to look at him, blood smeared all over his lips, chin and nose, somehow more but not as much as you were expecting, but the way he is staring at you makes you shiver. He looks scary, feral, but he's also got a shit eating grin on his face because he knows he made you feel better. “Gonna fuck you now.”
“Greedy.” Billy finally speaks up and Stu freezes. Something passes between them; a brief silent conversation that you know you’ll never be a part of but whatever was said Stu was obviously getting his way, as he moved his hips between your thighs.
“You’re going to be a good slut and suck him off while I fuck this bloody little pussy.” He stroked the head of his cock along your cunt and you heard him swallow hard as he watched your blood coat the head. “Fuck that’s hot.”
he shuddered hard as he let his cock rub against your cunt, nudging your clit and teasing you as he glides through your wet folds. He moved to kiss you and you tilted your head, trying to avoid his mouth and he tuts, obviously displeased with the movement. “I want my kiss.”
It’s a sulky, childish complaint but the puppy dog eyes and pout he gives you looks terrifying combined with the blood smeared across his face. You don’t want to but you don’t move away when he leans into kiss you again. Grossed out by the taste of your blood on his lips, coppery and sticky, you forced yourself to relax as Stu grips your jaw hard, holding you still and digging his fingers into your cheeks until you open your mouth for him. He swipes his tongue in to your mouth once and then pulls away with a low groan. Your chin felt sticky but Billy was quick to grasp your wrist tightly as you tried to wipe your hand across your mouth, Stu poking you on the nose at your grimace.
“Don’t ruin it bunny, let Billy fuck that bloody mouth of yours.”
You nod your head in defeat, biting back a moan when the head of his cock presses at your entrance, your breath stuttering as he begins to push inside. The stretch of him is unfairly divine, and you try not to think about the messthe two of you are going to make.
“Fuck, look at that.” He draws out slowly, not even half way inside you, his pupils blown wide as he stares between your legs. “You’re beautiful, bleeding all over me.”
Billy murmurs your name, his patience at being ignored obviously run out as he tugs your hair to draw you attention back to him, his cock hard and ready in front of your mouth. You open slightly reluctantly and circle your tongue lightly over the tip, but he inhales sharply, a breath that turns into a needy plea when he abruptly pushes forward. "Just a bit more, bunny."
He starts slow, letting you accommodate to the intrusion, and then slowly begins pushing further down your throat, forcing you to take him until you retch, but before you can pull away his hand grips the back of your head, holding you in place.
“Hold it there for me, breath through your nose.” His fingers wind into your hair and Billy shudders, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him. Your eyes are swimming with tears as you try not to choke. The look of adoration he’s giving you is making you want to try your best to please him, but its difficult trying to forcing yourself to breathe through your nose without panicking. “Fuck, bunny, been thinking of this the whole time you were away. You choking on my cock.”
You hum in response making his breath hitch but a sudden thrust from Stu makes you jolt, makes you gag hard around Billy’s cock, instinctively reaching out one of your hands to press against Billy’s stomach as you tried to push him away, to give you some breathing room.
“Don’t.” One of his hands quickly finds yours, giving it one you think is supposed to be a reassuring squeeze but it feels vaguely threatening instead, but he still takes pity on you, drawing back just enough to give you some breathing room. “relax.”
You try, but although he’s encouraging you to relax he’s not stopped moving, his hips unable to stay still as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. "That's it. Fuck-"
Encouraged by his praise, you try to take him deeper, swallowing around him as the tears started to slide down your cheeks. you must look a mess but Billy glances down at you with such adoration it makes your heart soar.
"Are you crying?" Billy groans, a thumb swiping under your eye. "Cute."
There’s a hum of approval from Stu, his pace not slowing for a moment as he slid his hands up to your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your nipples as he leant down, biting and sucking hard at your skin with each roll of his hips. It was all overwhelming in the best and worst way. Delicious pressure was curling low in your gut, and you couldn’t stop your hips moving in time with his thrusts, chasing after your release. Stu groaned at the movement, reaching a hand between you to push his thumb to against your clit.
“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he stutters out. “I know you can cum for me.” You were close, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly, but you could tell from Stu’s faltering thrusts that he was close too.
"m’close," Stu mumbles against your neck, tongue wet and sloppy over your skin as he strokes over your clit. “I can feel you squeezing my cock, bunny. Come on, come on." He shudders, sounding a little desperate but his frantic fingers slick and clumsy against your clit gives you just the right amount of stimulation to do as you’re told. Another slow roiling wave of pleasure that draws a strangled cry from your throat as Stu fucks you through it. You could barely breathe as Billy started to fuck your mouth harder, his own moans getting louder as he watched your back arch.
Stu hissed, the feel of you spasming and clenching around him and the sound of you gagging around Billy’s cock enough to make him reach his own peak. His hips bucking into yours one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go as a flood of warmth settled in your belly and he came with a low hoarse moan.
Billy’s movements become rougher as he curses, dragging your face to his pelvis and holding it there as he bottoms out, cumming down your throat with an eager moan. Stu’s fingers fluttering across your throat as you swallow and Billy withdraws from your mouth, leaning back on his hands with a contented sigh, eyes closed and heaving chest as he catches his breath.
You’re coughing hard, retching almost, cum and saliva dribbling down your chin, and Stu wipes his fingers through the mess, rubbing it into your skin as he continues to trail his fingers over your throat.
“Missed you.” Stu whispers. He’s still inside you, his cock twitching and softening sending little pleasurable shivers through your body.
You don’t bother saying anything, just wince as Stu finally pulls out of you, the rush of fluids immediate and all three of you stare at the redness coating his cock. He swirls his fingers along his shaft in fascination, coating his fingers in the mixture of bloody fluids.
“Shit,” he sounds dazed, and there’s a soft grunt of agreement from Billy as he slumps down beside you, a hand resting across your thigh as you both watch Stu stroke himself. It is hard to look away from, even in your exhausted state and you feel yourself zooming out as you watch, lulled into a dreamy relaxed state as Billy’s fingers trace up and down your thigh.
Stu’s hand tapping against your jaw makes you jump, forcing yourself to look up at him. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek as one hand still languidly strokes his cock.
“Clean me up?”
Billy can't help the gentle smile as he glances at you over the curve of Stu's shoulder. Curled almost against the edge of the bed, half covered by the blankets and the hot water bottle Stu had found you held tight against your abdomen even in sleep. Your hair is damp still and he knows for a fact you're going to be annoyed about that in the morning. Annoyed further when he tells you how adorable you look. It had taken him quite a lot of effort to tempt you into the bath with him earlier, which had surprised him, and hurt, but you’d caved eventually, you always did.
He hugged Stu closer, letting the sting of hurt disappear with the warmth of Stu’s skin before giving into the temptation to press a flurry of soft kisses across his shoulder blade. “You awake?"
It’s quiet for a minute, long enough that Billy thinks he might actually be asleep until Stu shifts with a sigh.
"No," Stu said slowly, sleep making the word more of an inarticulate grunt.
Billy tightened his arm around Stu’s waist, pulling himself closer until he is flush against his back . Stu makes a noise that he interprets as probably irritated, a noise he ignores and instead slides his hand up Stu’s hip and over his ribs.
"You doing?" Stu mumbles.
“Touching you?” Billy’s breath is warm on his skin and Stu shivers when another kiss is pressed to his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, and Billy’s roaming fingers reach higher up his chest, only pausing when Stu still doesn’t respond. "You want me to stop?"
"No. kinda." Stu whispers, trying his best to keep his breathing even, failing completely when Billy scratches a nail lightly over his nipple, only just catching hold of the whine that wants to escape. "sleep."
"Oh." Billy’s amused huff sends goose bumps down his spine. “Sleep.”
It’s tempting. Very tempting, to let his fingers roam over Stu’s chest. A few more tweaks and caresses over his nipple and he’d give in, he knows it. It’s one of Stu’s major weak spots but instead he smooths his hand down Stu’s torso, letting his nails scratch teasingly over his skin before relenting, wrapping his arm around his waist and smothering his face into Stu’s back. He smells like you.
Is there any instance where stu would have to protect us from Billy?
It would have to be something extreme for you to actually need protecting from Billy. Like cheating on him, end of the world we're going down the suicide/murder path. And if it got to that point then Stu is definitely not on your side.
In arguments Stu is more or less happy just to be an observer or instigator. But he does care about you, so he would step in and distract/be a nuisance if he could see Billy genuinely losing control or you were getting very upset.
Billy is a slave to his emotions, he can act and speak without thinking in the heat of the moment and I think Stu would help you out. He doesn't want his two favourite people falling out. It ruins his fun and he doesn't like seeing the two of you actually upset. Maybe he wouldn’t blatantly defend you, because he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of that ire, but he'd step in some how.
