ft: threesomes, manipulation, sloppy seconds (idk the term for it lol)
w/c: 1.5k
SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '25
“You asshole. You got that far without me?”
The slurring of Stu’s words made you sick to your stomach. There he was, all of six-foot-something, eyes gleaming as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom, virtually trapping you between the pair.
“Shut up Stu,” Billy hissed. “This was never about you.”
“Uh, that’s not what you said to me earlier, dude,” Stu said matter-of-factly, his voice so flippant that it was practically mocking. “Stop trying to be mysterious…”
The blonde briefly glanced over at you.
“You made her cum yet?”
“Fuck you!” You yelled, nostrils flared as you pulled the discarded robe tighter around your body. With blurry eyes it was impossible to look at either of them, not to mention the inherent rage and embarrassment in spurring over into your speech.
“H-How could you do this to me?”
“Shh...” Billy cooed, snaking his hand around your waist. “I haven’t done anything, you’re not thinking straight —“
“—You said he was dead.”
“Wrong answer,” Stu announced, raising a finger as if he were in class, and began to make his way around your bed to join where you were stood. “Ol’ Billy-boy here must’ve been confused. I went out of town for some family thing. The first thing I wanted to do when I came back was check up on you…” he drawled, a toothy grin across his lips as he poked your nose.
“…And make sure that our friends were all still dead.”
Whilst a smile tugged at Billy’s lips, Stu’s raucous laughter was enough to make your blood run cold. Mentally, you kicked yourself, wondering just how it had been for you to have missed this; agonising on why they had such vendetta against Randy, Sidney and Tatum…yet also in complete denial about the fact that they’d go through all of this just to have you.
Your lungs felt as if they were on borrowed time, your chokes drawing the pairs attention to you. Billy’s hand was still around your waist, whilst Stu had found his position on the bed, wide eyes staring up at you both expectedly. The brunette was holding you up, pressing your back into his chest as he did.
He was still erect.
Stu pouted, eyes dancing over your form.
“I bet you wish you were dead, huh? Better yet, the both of us,”
Flashing Stu a knowing glare, he chuckled.
“That’s not very nice, doll. I certainly don’t wish you were dead right now…”
His hands snaked their way up your bare thighs, to which you flinched. Billy tutted at your reaction and flashed the blonde another knowing stare.
“Aw, Stu. You gotta be patient with her…Treat her nice.”
“Yeah, I bet you know all about patience Mr Prescott,” he teased. “I’ve got blue balls just sitting here.”
“You want Stu, don’t you?” Billy hummed, nuzzling his head into your neck. “I know Tatum used to talk about he good he was all the time…”
“—Sure was,” he interjects, lithe fingers creeping towards your exposed sex. He stroked along your raw folds, wet and sensitive from Billy’s touch as he traced the hood of your clit with his middle finger, causing you to let out an accidental moan.
You hated that it felt good. Much more that they got to enjoy this.
“You hear that, Billy? She likes me.” Stu says with glee, lazily palming himself through his trousers as he stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. “How’re we gonna do this?”
You ended up straddled on Billy’s lap, with Stu stood to your right. He hastily freed his cock from his trousers; it was long, a fresh pink colour and throbbing, jutting right out towards your lips.
Pushing at your robe, Stu groped your tits the moment the fabric hit the floor, large hands cupping the mound and tugging at your nipples.
He latched onto them, hungry, evoking a gasp as he unexpectedly used teeth, nibbling on the nub. Meanwhile, Billy adjusted himself under you, preparing to finish what he’d rightfully started.
Your thighs twitched as the brunette rubbed his tip along your folds, anticipating his re-entry, and suddenly you felt panic in once more.
“B-Billy…” you stammered, voice muffled as Stu’s fingertips danced across your lips, threatening to stick them in your mouth. “I can’t, I’ve never done this —“
“You’ll be fine,” he said, though it wasn’t very reassuring (or convincing). “Stu and I will take care of you, remember?”
His fingers gripped around your hips as he spoke, slowly pulling you down onto his cock. Even though he’d been inside you no less than five minutes ago, this position felt different; thighs aching as he stretched you open perfectly.
“Open wide…” Stu teased, squishing your cheeks together as he held you to the head of his cock, coating your lips in the sheer gloss of his pre-cum. He was bigger than Billy, and the fear of not being able to handle him was quickly replaced with a sickly sense of pride when he let out a large groan upon sliding his cock in your mouth.
“Fuck — Your mouth feels amazing…” he moaned, slowly beginning to roll his hips, the first couple of inches of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, sticky puckering sounds as it did. Billy rolled his hips too; only fucking up into your pussy at a leisurely place, giving you time to adjust. You grabbed onto the sides of Stu’s body to stabilise yourself, giving Stu leverage to pump further into you with each stroke.
Saliva began to pool around the edges of your mouth as he thrust faster, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Withdrawing momentarily, he watched in admiration as you spluttered.
“Sorry doll,” Stu said, voice thick with lust. “I guess I got too excited. I can’t help it. Here --”
In a swift motion he leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips, making sure his tongue explored every inch of your mouth before he reinserted his cock, this time with shallower thrusts. Taking your hand, he placed it around the exposed base, guiding it along his shaft as you jerked him off into your mouth.
Throwing his head back in pleasure, the blonde let out a deep, dragged-out sigh.
“How’s she feeling back there, Billy?”
“Fucking good,” he replies between clenched teeth, fingers digging into the fat on your hips as his bare cock dug up into your holds. The sounds and the image were beyond pornographic; slurping and skin-on-skin slapping of Billy’s thighs onto your own, all the while you were being stretched out from end to end oh-so perfectly.
The virgin, being defiled by the Woodsboro killers, the partners of your friends. You hated it – they'd won, and you’d never be able to look at yourself the same – and yet, deep within your core (perhaps the spot where Billy’s cock seemed to hit with every thrust) there was a sense of pride…and ultimately lust.
Stu’s large hands found their way back to your tits, eliciting a loud, unbridled moan. You’d been so caught up in your euphoria that you hadn’t realised you were grinding against Billy’s pelvis, desperate cunt eager to swallow his dick up.
His thrusts had since grown sloppy, and whilst he wasn’t nearly as loud as Stu you could hear him muttering under his breath.
“Randy’s girl was nothing but a dirty whore, huh? I knew you were all the same…”
It wasn’t long before he came; hair messy and pink lips parted as he spilled into you, excess cum running down his fleshy shaft and pooling at his balls. His cock twitched, savouring the warmth inside you – but you weren’t ready to come undone just yet.
Meanwhile, you’d found a strange kind of rhythm to sucking Stu’s dick, managing to take him further than before. He’d loosened his grip on your face, letting you take the reins, even whining as you licked a prominent vein on his underside.
“Fuck, Billy did you just fucking creampie her?” Stu says, practically bouncing. Billy raised his eyebrows in response, pushing back his brown locks from his face with one hand. “She’s getting good at this blowjob thing, but you gotta let me at it…”
Raising your hips just enough for Billy to pull out, Stu wastes no time in rearranging you on all fours. Weak; you grip the sheets of your bed, your full, hot pussy exposed to the cool air…only to be stuffed by Stu’s lengthy girth.
It’s an unholy concoction of fluids – your spit, Billy’s orgasm and Stu’s precum, squelching and lubricating the blonde’s cock as he drills you.
Soon, you’re beyond finding the words, eyes shut and mouth open as you bury your face in your pillows…only to be pulled up by Billy’s hand on the back of your neck.
“Shit — Your pussy might be better than Tatum’s…”
“Don’t get all shy on us now…” Billy cooed. “Tell us how much better we are than Randy could ever be.”
You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You loved him, dearly - just like you’d loved all your friends.
But if you had loved Randy as much as you claimed, then you wouldn’t have been clenching around Stu’s shaft, legs shaking as you neared your orgasm.
If you loved Randy, why did you have such a deep pleasure fucking the boys who tormented him?
Randy was dead, and nothing really mattered now.
That was why you spent the rest of the night screaming their names and not his.
feat. Billy Loomis & Stu Macher
ᯓ★ Who’s scared of a little blood? Certainly not these ghostfaces.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, canon divergence, ghostface!reader, violence, murder, very long intro whoops, groping (consensual), a lot of blood, unsanitary sex, sexual acts with blood, licking at wounds, they are not as concerned about their wounds as they should be, unrealistic wounds, dirty talk, wound fingering (I WARNED YOU), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, blood as lube, unsafe sex, blowjob, deepthroating, cum swallowing, spitroasting, billy x stu action, you go to paris wink wink, creampie
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
“Fuck you both!”
The door slams shut, the faint sound of Randy shouting and banging on it muffled, and you take that as your cue to boast your acting chops until the final confrontation.
“Sid?” You run your hands over your temple, the fake blood staining your fingertips. “The fuck happened?”
She cries out your name, running over to you and kneeling as you wince. “You’re alive!”
You let your eyes flutter open, just enough to meet hers. They were wide with shock and bloodshot from her tears. You know that look. You’ve seen it before. It’s the same one she gave Billy when she thought he was dead. And just like that, the power shifts. You fight back a smirk, knowing you have her in the palm of your hand.
“I—I thought they got you,” Sidney whispers, hand brushing over your fake wound with shaking fingers. She’s too amped up to notice there’s no actual cut present. “There was so much blood…”
You lean into her touch, giving her a weak, trembling smile. “I don’t know what happened. He just…came out of nowhere. I tried to fight back. Didn’t do much good.”
She swallows hard. Her eyes dart back to the door where Randy is still banging. “We need to get out of here. Now.”
You nod, wincing dramatically as you push yourself up. Every move is calculated, every flinch carefully rehearsed. You let her help you to your feet. She’s too distracted, too emotional to notice the knife tucked just under your shirt, itching to spill some blood.
Sidney grabs your hand, guiding you toward the kitchen. “Come on, we have to get out of here.” She brandishes her gun, and your eyes narrow. “We might have a chance.”
Before you can get any further, a loud thunk sounds from the top of the staircase.
Sidney gasps. “Billy!”
Billy is hunched over the railing, clutching his fake wound as he stumbles down the stairs, Sidney abandoning your side to rush over to him.
“I thought—”
“I’m fine.” He brushes her off with a pat on the shoulder. “Gotta get help.”
You chuckle weakly. “Knew you couldn’t be put down that easily.”
As he passes, heading towards the door, you share a silent smirk and a dark glint of excitement lights in his eyes.
Randy is still banging on the door, shouting to be let in.
“Wait!” Sidney stops Billy with a hand on his chest. “It’s not safe.”
Billy pauses for a moment. “It’s okay. Give me the gun.”
Sidney hesitates, her hand clenching tighter around the gun as her eyes dart down to the weapon and back up to Billy.
“Do it, Sid,” you coax, rubbing your hand on her arm. “You trust him, right?”
Sidney swallows hard, then nods, shaky hand outstretched with the gun. Billy snatches it and opens the door, met with Randy who has shock plastered all over his face.
He rushes in, grabbing Billy by the shirt. “Dude, you gotta help me. Stu’s gone mad.”
Billy pauses. His eyes light up with a vicious gleam, and you know it’s finally time for the big reveal.
“We all go a little mad sometimes.”
He points the gun at Randy’s head and fires.
Randy falls to the floor with a thud as Billy laughs. “Anthony Perkins. Psycho.”
Sidney looks absolutely shell shocked, hands quivering as she frantically surveys the scene, looking for an escape.
You continue playing your part. “Sid, the kitchen!” She tugs you through the house, but you’re both stopped as you run into Stu’s chest. He grabs you out of Sidney’s hands and pulls you to his chest, smirking into your neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His hands wander your body shamelessly as Sidney stares in shock, her eyes flicking between the two guys as she finally puts the pieces together.
You gasp as Stu squeezes your breast and you try your hardest not to lean into his touch—the touch that you desperately missed when you all were planning out this murdering spree.
Sidney narrows her eyes. “Let her go, you fucking asshole!”
Billy comes in behind Sidney, flaunting the gun as he blocks the entryway. The plan was in motion. She had nowhere to go.
“Sid…” you start, keeping your voice low and hesitant. But seeing her terrified face has you blowing your cover. You giggle, a smile forming across your lips. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
You reach your hands back and fiddle with Stu’s pockets to the voice changer.
Sidney looks at you, confused and cautious. “What are you doing?”
You raise the compact phone to your lips, clicking the button to activate it. “Dropping the act.”
She stares at you, her face slowly twisting from confusion to horror. “No…”
You take a step closer. “Yeah.”
Billy’s laugh echoes throughout the room as Stu’s grin widens.
Sidney backs up toward the island, trying to put some distance between herself and the three of you, to no avail. Her eyes dart around the kitchen. “Why? Why would you—?”
“Why?” You tilt your head. “Because watching you run around like a clueless final girl has been hilarious. But mostly?” You shrug. “Because I wanted in on the fun. And Billy and Stu…well, let’s just say we all realized we don’t mind sharing.”
Sidney's eyes widen as she stumbles back in disbelief, shaking her head. “You’re messing with me.”
You grin wider. Billy chuckles darkly, stepping closer to her.
“She’s not lying, Sid. Pretty good actress, huh? Almost had me fooled until I saw the complete joy on her face after getting all messy from Himbry’s blood.”
Stu bounces on his heels, unable to contain his excitement.
“Yeah, she’s awesome, Sid! I mean—plot twist, right? Two killers is something, but a third? And it’s a hot chick? Totally insane!”
You glance at him with an amused smirk. “Told you I’d be a fun addition.”
Billy eyes you with that intense, half-possessed stare of his. “You really sold the whole ‘concerned friend’ thing. Even had me wondering whose side you were on for a second. Real. Impressive.”
“Why, thank you. I’ve always wanted to be a scene-stealer.” You give a playful little bow.
Sidney looks between the three of you and her face drains of color, betrayal written in every line. “I trusted you,” she says to you, her voice cracking. “You were my friend.”
You shrug, almost sympathetically. “I know. That’s what made it so easy.”
“You’re psychos!” She sneers. She reaches behind her to grab a knife, unbeknownst to the three of you who are too occupied with your premature celebration.
Stu cackles, coming up behind you and resting his head atop yours. “Hear that, babe?” He lowers his head, licking your neck and stopping at your ear. “We're psychos!”
Billy leans against the doorframe, cocking his head and giving you a nod, one that tells you that he’s giving you the go-ahead. “You know how the story ends, Sid. Only this time, we made a few edits.”
“Fuck you!” Sidney lunges at you, taking you by surprise which allows her to slice at your arm that you held up in defense.
The blade cuts deep, a sharp, white-hot pain flaring up your arm. Blood blossoms instantly, warm and sticky, but adrenaline dulls most of the pain.
You scream with rage, lashing out with your own knife. The metal flashes in the light, catching her side, just enough to make her stumble back with a grunt.
“You fucking bitch! You’re dead, you hear me?” you snarl.
Stu steps in with a crazed laugh, still too high on the moment to register danger. “Whoa—Sid’s got claws! Let’s see what else she can do!” he grins, moving toward her—only to catch a wild elbow to the jaw that sends him reeling back into the kitchen island. He hits the marble edge with a sickening crack, groaning as he slides down, dazed and bleeding.
“Stu!” Billy’s voice cuts through the chaos, but you nor Sidney pay them any attention.
Instead Sidney charges you again, but this time you’re prepared. You sidestep, twisting your injured arm behind you and driving your knee into her stomach. She doubles over with a breathless wheeze but grabs your wrist as you try to bring the knife down, managing to slice a shallow cut at your stomach before you’re able to tear the knife out of her grasp and toss it across the room.
“You’re not gonna win this,” she hisses, coughing up some blood into your face.
Before you can answer, Billy is suddenly behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her backward. She screams, thrashing in his grip. He slams her into the wall, pinning her arms.
“Hold her!” you snap, limping toward them, every step slick with the blood that has trailed down your arm and onto the floor.
“Got her,” Billy grunts through clenched teeth, his face inches from hers. “Say goodnight, Sid.”
You stop just short of her, panting, injured arm holding at your stomach while the other grips the knife with a trembling hand. Blood drips from your fingers, making your grasp slippery. Sidney glares up at you, defiant even now.
“You could’ve just died quiet,” you mutter, eyes flicking down to the knife in your hand.
“Go to hell,” she spits.
You smile thinly. “Already there.” You raise the blade.
“Time to rewrite this ending.”
And bring it down.
The knife slices cleanly across her throat, blood spurting out and hitting you in the face. You laugh as Billy releases her and her body collapses below you in an unflattering heap, crimson blood pooling around her and staining your shoes.
“Holy fuck,” you hear him utter.
The next thing you know, Billy is kissing you.
His hand holds the back of your head with an iron grip, forcing you to remain in his embrace. He presses himself against you, and you feel the hardness of his cock rub against your stomach as his tongue enters your mouth. The unmistakable metallic taste of blood invades your senses and fuels you on, your hands tightly gripping his shirt. Blood from your wound stains the white material, soaking it further but you pay it little mind.
Billy pulls away, and you get a look at the blood that smears his face that was transferred from you. He swipes at some on your cheek with his thumb and sucks on it, all without breaking eye contact. You inhale deeply, the sight stirring up a fire in your gut.
“Yeah? You like all the blood?” Billy pulls you forward with your injured arm, holding it up as he watches the blood drip down it from your cut. Leaning forward, he licks at the dribbling liquid from elbow to forearm, catching most of the flowing blood. You bite back a moan as you keep your eyes trained on Billy, who licks at your skin like a dog who hasn’t drank in days.
“Get’s me all excited, too,” he murmurs against your skin.
Your fingers curl into his shirt as you pull him forward, capturing your lips with his again. Taking the lead this time, you push your tongue into his mouth, shoving more of the blood on your lips into his. He groans and hikes up one of your legs to rest around his waist, pushing you forward until your back hits the wall.
You kiss with vigor, breathing each other in with no care in the world, as if there isn’t a dead body right below your feet. Billy’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling your lower half closer to him so that his clothed cock can grind against your own arousal. His fingers brush against your sliced side, and you inhale sharply, the touch sending shockwaves through your system.
“Touch it,” you moan against his lips between kisses. “My stomach.” Your body is on fire, arousal burning brightly and coursing through your veins.
Billy laughs sharply, and his grin widens as you mewl and arch into him when his fingers ghost over your wound again.
“Dirty girl,” he whispers in his ear. “Knew you’d be perfect for this.”
His lips drop to your neck, where he begins to kiss and suck at the skin, no doubt leaving hickeys in his wake. His fingers begin to poke and prod at the wound, as if testing your reactions before fully committing. You gasp and melt into him, your hips bucking into his hardened member the more he plays with the injured skin.
You yelp and clutch onto him as his fingers finally penetrate the wound. He pistons them carefully, feeling around with purpose, acting as if he were fingering your pussy. You hear the squelching of the blood and instead of grossing you out, it only turns you on more.
Stu groans from behind Billy, finally coming to. “You doing freaky shit without me?” You crane your neck around as he begins to pull himself up using the kitchen island for stability. He rubs at the back of his head and you notice the blood on his palm as he does so. There’s blood dripping down his face and neck, coming from his nose, most likely broken from Sidney’s elbow earlier.
He blinks seeing you two across the room, looking seconds away from stripping all your clothes off and fucking.
Hearing his voice, Billy shifts to turn towards Stu, and the movement exposes the way his fingers are sunken into your stomach wound.
Stu’s jaw drops just a little in awe at the sight. “Oh hell yeah.”
Stu comes up behind Billy grabbing on his waist and watching the steady flow of blood pool out of you as Billy’s fingers. By the way his hands tighten around Bill’s waist, you’re almost positive that he’s already hard and making it Billy’s problem. The thought has you giggling to yourself.
“Aw man,” Stu pouts, watching you and Billy grind against each other. Billy’s fingers are still occupied with your stomach. “I’m feeling a little left out here. I wanna finger her too.”
Billy rolls his eyes. “You can finger her pussy, dude,” he says without skipping a beat.
“Oh.” Stu giggles. “Right.”
He kneels down and pulls your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. A soft squeak escapes from you as the cool air hits you unexpectedly, and your walls flutter as Stu’s fingers trail over your pussy.
“You’re so wet.” He begins to tease your entrance, his long fingers brushing along it before retreating. You whine at the loss, both him and Billy smirking. You soak his fingers when he finally pushes them back inside of you, curling up and hitting spots that have you mewling.
“Fuck,” you moan, your voice pitching higher and your breath coming out in hitched inhales. Billy smirks, aware of that being your tell when you’re about to cum.
“Shit, Stu.” Billy carries on with fingering your wound, his cock jumping at each gasp when they hit a new spot. “Pull my pants down, man.”
You whine when Stu’s fingers leave you, preventing your orgasm with it. He hastily undoes Billy’s jeans, pulling them down alongside his underwear. His cock springs free, the throbbing tip hitting your stomach.
“All nice and ready for you,” Stu says. His fingers spread open your pussy lips and your walls flutter as if begging to be filled.
“Fuck yeah,” Billy grunts. His bloodied fingers leave your wound and wrap around his cock, lubing himself up with your blood. Your chest heaves with need at the sight, your body unconsciously arching into his touch.
He lines yourself up with your entrance, seconds away from entering you before Stu pushes him back with a hand.
“Wait, wait!”
Billy huffs and mutters out a quick what now as Stu bends over and licks along your slit, blood on his tongue from his nosebleed acting as an additional lubricant for your already aroused entrance. Your hand flies down to tug at his hair, holding him securely in place as his tongue fucks into you.
“There we go.” He pulls away, his face covered in your juices and smeared blood. “Let’s get you into position.”
His large hand sprawls across the back of your neck, and he grips you as he turns you around and bends you over, face to him and your ass out to Billy. You settle on your knees and you’re eye level with his boner that strains against the front of his jeans.
You glance up at him, seeing his maniacal grin widen and his cock jump as he stares down at you, a hungry gleam in his eye.
“Now she’s ready.”
Billy laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. “Thanks man.”
His hands tighten around your waist and you gasp as he spears his cock into you, the force of it shoving your face straight into Stu’s bulge.
“Shit,” Stu groans. His hand reaches for the nape of your neck, pushing you against him. He fumbles with his belt for a bit as he manhandles you, subtly grinding his bulge into your cheek, the rough denim scratching at your skin.
Your breath comes out in short huffs as Billy ruts into you, the blood allowing him to easily slide inside of your aching pussy. Your walls stretch around him, tightening around his member as he buries himself inside of you.
“Open wide,” Stu quips, giving you no time to prepare as he shoves his cock inside of your mouth.
You cough around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as he begins thrusting mercilessly. His head flies back with a groan. “Yeah, that’s the stuff.”
From behind you, Billy’s rhythm remains as sturdy as ever, each hard thrust shoving you further down onto Stu’s cock.
He palms a handful of your ass before piping up. “Seeing you fight like that—” his words are interrupted by grunts as he fucks deep into you. “Looking all hot while covered in blood, God, I wanted to take you right then.”
You let out a faint moan of appreciation, unable to do anything more as you gag on Stu’s cock shoved down your throat.
“Keep making her do that, dude,” Stu says, his voice laced with pleasure, “feels real good around me.”
Billy continues to ramble. “When you stabbed Himbry, almost came in my pants.” He chuckles, remembering the way you brazenly killed the man, not a single bone of remorse to be found, but rather newfound excitement and exhilaration exuding from your figure.
“Yeah,” Stu chuckles, chiming in. “I definitely creamed them when you gutted Steve.”
You roll your eyes and Stu’s hold on you finally loosens slightly as he talks, allowing you to let up for air. “Glad I could add to your spank bank.”
You’re pulled back onto Stu’s cock, gagging around the long member as he fills every crevice of your mouth. “Babe, you are the spank bank.”
Billy huffs in amusement, his hands tightening around you as he shifts to get a better angle, pushing your stomach down and arching your ass up more. The new angle has him fucking you even deeper than before, and you moan around Stu.
“Stu, man, you’re dripping all over her.” You don’t even realize what Billy means until you feel another drop of blood land in your scalp, courtesy of Stu’s nosebleed.
“Oh shit.” Stu apologizes, but the mirth in his tone tells you that he’s anything but.
“No, don’t need to do that.” Billy responds, acting as if the apology was meant for him instead of you. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “It’s hot.”
Both guys thrust into you harder, spurned on by their brief conversation.
“Come here,” Billy says, and you feel the both of them leaning in over you.
Suddenly you hear the wet, sloppy sounds of Billy and Stu making out above you, a new wave of heat surging through your body as your pussy clenches at the sound. You wish you could see them, but each of them has an iron grip on you, preventing you from moving an inch.
As they each groan into the kiss, you feel Stu’s cock throb harshly in your mouth. You breathe in deeply through your nose, allowing yourself some semblance of air before deep throating his cock, trying your best to ignore your gag reflex.
Stu’s hips jerk irregularly, and the next thing you know you’re practically choking on his cum as he releases into you without warning, thick spurts entering your mouth. You swallow it in small amounts, but the taste of it continues to linger.
When they finally part, Stu giggles. “You taste like blood, man.”
“Nah,” Billy replies, “that’s from you.”
Your pussy squeezes tighter around Billy, enough so that he notices it this time. “I think she liked that too,” he points out, tone dripping with an air of smugness.
“Oh really?” Stu teases. His hands bury themselves into your scalp, pulling you off his cock and hoisting you up off the ground. Your frontside is practically soaked in the blood from the carnage around you, put you pay it little mind.
“Want a taste?” Stu asks, grinning widely, his teeth stained red from the blood.
You nod immediately, whimpers caught in your throat as Billy ruts into you from behind.
“Damn.” Billy winces in mock sympathy. “Doesn’t seem like she really wants it that much. Sorry, man.”
“Please!” You finally cry out. “I want to taste it.”
“There we go!” Billy shouts, slapping your ass as you gasp. “Kiss her, Stu.”
Stu obeys, tugging you towards him and slamming his lips against yours. The smell is familiar from when Billy kisses you earlier, but the heat of his kiss is different than the one with Stu’s. Stu is playful with it, his tongue flicking out to tease rather than to prove a point. He slides it into your mouth, probing the bloody appendage all around. You suck on it, relishing in the metallic taste of the blood. It invades all your senses, bringing you a type of pleasure you never really knew existed until this very moment.
As you and Stu battle with your tongues, blood and cum being passed between each other, you feel as Billy’s hand begins to coil around your front, leading all the way up to your stomach. A rush of heat floods your system as you bring one of your hands over it, almost as if to lead him to exactly where you want it to end up.
His fingers delicately trace the sliced skin of your open wound, so gently it almost feels as though he’s mocking you. Your hand hovers over his, following the movement so closely as if you were doing it yourself.
When his fingers finally enter it, you feel as though you’ve entered heaven, and you never want to leave. Practically all of your orifices are filled, each experiencing a different kind of pleasure that you’ve never had before.
With only a couple more thrusts your long awaited orgasm finally hits you, sending you over the edge with a shattered moan into Stu’s mouth. Your hands tangle themselves into Stu’s messy, blood-soaked hair and your body goes weak as you feel your juices rush out of you, soaking Billy’s cock.
Your legs go limp as you continue to cum, both men holding you up as they continue their ministrations.
Reaching down to tug on Stu’s cock, having already hardened again after his first orgasm, you feel yourself clench weakly around Billy’s member that continues rutting into you. Both actions are enough to make them each cum, a startled gasp leaving you as they fill you up with their releases.
Billy fucks you through his orgasm, the loud squelching courtesy of the blood and cum mixture filling the room.
When he finally lets go of you, fingers removing themselves from your wound and hands unlatching from their death grip on your waist, you pant heavily as you pull away from the two of them. You collapse onto the ground, uncaring about the pools of blood that will no doubt stain your bottom. You’re already covered head to toe in blood, a mix of your own, Stu’s and Sidney’s—what’s a little more?
Sidney’s body lays unmoving, eyes unblinking and skin paler than it was minutes ago.
Stu collapses next to you, holding a hand up to his nose. “Man, it’s really starting to hurt now,” he whimpers, wincing with every touch.
You give him a feeble yet comforting pat to the knee, your other hand holding onto your wounded side. “Tell me about it,” you mutter to yourself.
Billy is quiet, drawing his pants back up and sucking some blood off of his fingers, surveying the bloodied scene before him. He hums thoughtfully, smiling to himself.
He kneels down on the other side of you. “Beautiful handiwork,” he muses in your ear. “We’ve got a true artist in our midst.”
You chuckle weakly, your voice rasping from its earlier intrusions. “What now?”
Billy gives you a smirk that’s all wrapped up in confidence and amusement.
I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭
Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER
Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.
“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”
He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.
“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.
Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.
It hurt. Hurt so good.
Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.
It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—
Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.
It’s not a secret that he likes you. It’s frustrating to him how Stu is constantly teasing him about it, even pushing his boundaries by flirting with you in front of him. That’s what really got Billy to take control and ask you out. If you say no the first time he doesn’t stop there. He fights for your affection until he wins. Deeply rooted in mommy issues..
Billy doesn’t share. Once you’re officially his, everyone can easily get little phone call from him if they try taking what’s his. It can be a bit much at times, even someone staring too long can earn them a glare and nasty comment. He can be cruel with words, especially when it relates to you, his most prized possession.
Always touching you in some way. Hand on your thigh, arm over your shoulder, kissing your cheek, groping your ass/thighs, kissing your neck, the list goes on and on.
He likes to sneak into your room late at night and wake you up. he brings food, movies, and a few drinks if you’re down for it. Teases you if you can’t handle hard liquor. He doesn’t force you to get shitfaced though.
He can be.. too much sexually. He wants you nearly all the time, every day all day. Billy has a hard time controlling himself but not in a way that puts you in danger. He gets hard easily. One kiss is enough to make him horny.
Late night dates are his thing. He will text you to be ready at a certain time, then he picks you up and drives to wherever you want. He rarely chooses the place to eat or hang out, he prefers to leave that up to you. Not the biggest fan of shopping but on his good days he won’t mind spending a couple hours at your favorite store. Don’t worry about prices either. Get whatever you want. Sometimes he steals random things he knows you’ll like and surprises you later with it.
Deep emotional talks are nearly impossible. While he does love you, he doesn’t really have the ability to sit down and really talk about things, especially when it’s about something he did that upset you. He’s quick to argue and not take any accountability. Many, many fights and arguments throughout the relationship. It’s not easy being with him.
Billy apologizes with actions. It feels like razors going down his throat saying “i’m sorry/i was wrong”
Sex with him is rough, kinky, messy, and very loud. He has no shame with dirty talk or making noises himself. He often stops to ask what’s wrong if you’re not loud with him. He doesn’t like the shy act.
He can be gentle/slow if you ask. Only if asked, though. His default is rough and quick. But again, you’re never in danger with him. If you say stop, he stops. If you panic, he calms you down the best he can. He doesn’t want to force himself on you like that.
It’s extremely rare to have him show emotion like depression or sadness in front of you. He only cries in front of you if you’re wanting to break up. It’s not a manipulation tactic, to your surprise. He truly loves you, and hates the idea of you being with anyone else. He gets his shit together if you set boundaries and let it be known you’re tired of his behavior. It’s not instant but it does happen.
Billy is definitely the type to go through your phone. He needs to know your passwords for every little thing. He’s constantly paranoid about you cheating. He will flip out if you try to keep any privacy like new passwords or not letting him see your phone when he asks.
Won’t let you have any guy friends. He even gets irritated when Stu is around you. He has major trust issues that he needs to work on.
He actually loves to take pictures with you. He may have the “i hate my gf/bf” face but in reality he just hates showing emotion. He has your picture in his wallet. He doesn’t show it off but everyone knows he’s yours and you’re his.
don’t think about his pretty face, that gorgeous smile.
don’t think about how good he looks with his shirt off.
don’t think about his hands, how big they are.
don’t think about him dwarfing your bed.
don’t think about his hands trailing up your thighs while he’s trying to charm you.
don’t think about those lips, plush and full, telling you all the right things, ghosting over your jaw, your neck, your collar.
don’t think about his big hands on your waist, teasing the waistline of your bottoms, while he’s telling you what a pretty girl you are.
don’t think about him getting you off once on his fingers, and again on his tongue, still in those stupid grey sweatpants.
don’t think about his shit-eating grin when he looks up and down your body, proud of all the bites and the way your thighs are trembling delicately.
don’t think about the cadence of his voice dropping when he tells you what a good girl you are, or when he tells you to beg when you start pawing at his sweatpants.
don’t think about his dick, or the face he makes when you tell him it looks like it’s just too big. you can’t possibly take it.
don’t think about the way it sets you off when he assures you that you can take it, but he’ll just give you the tip.
just the tip.
a false promise. one that you’re willing to believe in once he lines up with your aching, dripping hole. it feels right when he tuts, mocking your little whimpers and moans as he begins to push in.
don’t think about the way it stretches your entrance open. just the tip. the way he holds you there so that you can’t move. he coos at you—just the tip.
and maybe both of you can’t take it anymore. he’s the dominant one, but it’s making him sweat. it’s making you cry—you just want him so badly. poor thing. he knows it. he wants it too.
so maybe he inches in. ever so slightly. and you cry out his name. so he keeps going. sinking in, stretching you out, making you feel every. single. inch. and maybe once he bottoms out, he grunts out your name, and maybe you lean up to kiss him.
don’t think about it.
don’t think about it at all.
(heh)
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𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ i had to write out this possessive billy bullshit, cuz the idea in my brain is like the fucking jaws theme song. i cannot escape and the brain worms won’t leave until i write. it. out. even tho this character is so wildly out of realm from what i usually write, i’m dipping my toe in.
𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ for me and the ten billy loomis fans on tumblr.
𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ cw ꒱ fem! reader, cursing, possessive billy, jealous billy — bro’s a little unhinged in this, billy who wants you to crawl inside his ribcage, consent is a turn on, fucking in the backseat of his car, choking, getting caught.
Talking to Randy Meeks is charity work. You’ve never met someone who talks so much bullshit and says absolutely nothing at the same time.
You should’ve made Billy come to the video store alone.
Randy caught you browsing the horror section, riding up on his dumb fucking movie cart and almost knocking you over. You pretended not to see him, fingers tracing along the spines of different classics like you’re studying for a test.
“And so, yeah, in 1978, Jamie Lee’s first horror movie role —,”
“Was in Halloween. Yes, I know Randy. You’ve told me this about a hundred times.” You roll your eyes and give up, finally facing him.
He grins, crossing his arms as he leans against the shelf, trying to seem cooler than he is. “Smart girl. Surprised you remember.”
You give him a unimpressed look, hoping your thoughts of “please hurry back Billy, for the love of god,” will reach your boyfriend telepathically. “Right. It’s not like I’m dating the biggest horror fan known to mankind or anything, idiot.”
Randy makes a face. “Gross. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“Whatever.” You turn to walk away but Randy catches your wrist, squeezing. You stare at him incredulously. “Randy, you don’t want to do that,” you warn.
“Oh I think I do. I wanted to ask if you’d study with me after I get off work tonight.”
“There’s not a chance in hell my girlfriend is doing shit with you, douchebag.” Billy steps up beside you, looking pissed beyond belief. You sigh in relief.
Randy drops your wrist as if it burns. “Why the hell not?” He protests, puffing his chest and raising his chin a little.
“Because you’re a spineless creep who’s too dumb to understand what goes on in class,” he bites. “She’d fail if she looked at your shit.”
“I’m smarter than you, asshole! She’s asked to borrow my notes before!”
Billy grins, a nasty twist of his lips. He steps closer, lowers his voice. “Oh yeah? Well she let me hit it raw the first time we fucked and I’ve done it every time since then.”
Your jaw drops. “Billy!” You hiss. “What the fuck!” Embarrassment eats you alive as you smack him in the shoulder so hard it hurts your hand.
Randy goes bright red. He sputters something about needing to restock candy upfront and vanishes, Billy sneering as he runs with his tail between his legs.
You’re pissed at Billy, of course. And, as pissed at yourself as you are for this, his blatant possessive behavior turns you on. Bad. Your pussy throbs.
You twist a hand in the sleeve of Billy’s flannel and drag him towards the door, pinching his side when he waves his fingers at Randy with a smug smirk.
At his car, you point to the backseat with a scowl. Billy laughs and opens the door, sliding in. You speed to the other side and join, slamming the door shut.
Billy looks far too amused.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Billy!” You smack him in the chest this time.
Billy rolls his eyes, still smiling. “A whole lot of shit, babygirl. But you already knew I wasn’t about to let that little prick flirt with you in my face.”
“What if I wanted to study with Randy, huh? You’re just not gonna give me a choice?” You challenge, looking him dead in the eye.
That wipes his smile clean off. His face darkens, brows pinching together. “You don’t get a fucking choice. You’re my girl, mine. You’re not hanging out with Randy so he can try and worm his way into your pants.”
You huff, staying silent. Billy sighs and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Just, c’mere,” he pleads, taking your hand and tugging. You slide into his lap, straddling him, the ache in your pussy becoming harder to ignore.
“You know I don’t want to be with Randy.”
“I know.” Billy holds your hips, thumbs rubbing over the bone. “Do you still love me?”
You smile softly, pressing your foreheads together. “Of course, dummy.”
Billy brushes his lips over yours, whispering, “then show me who you belong to.”
You groan. Nobody can judge you for how hot under the collar Billy’s jealousy gets you, or why you let him get away with so much bullshit. He’s just… Billy. And you’re in love with him.
His hands slide down your thighs, then up under your skirt, as you press hot kisses along his jaw, down the side of his throat. Sucking a hickey where it’s just this side of too high to cover without a turtle neck. Billy moans and grips your ass, tilting his head to the side.
Your hands run down to his pecs and stop to squeeze, then trail lower to play with button on his jeans. “Pull them down,” you demand.
Billy raises an eyebrow. “So bossy. You want my cock so bad, huh?” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them, along with his underwear, to mid thigh. His dick bobs and smacks his lower belly, the sound muffled by his shirt.
“Duh,” you tease back, eyeing his cock. “Now help me so I can ride you.”
Billy hums, sliding your panties aside with two fingers, taking his cock in hand with the other until his tip presses against you. “Bounce on me, baby. Let me feel the tight pussy that everyone wants a taste of. That’s all for me.”
You sink down slowly, head dizzy with Billy’s words. “You’re so fucking jealous,” you moan. His cock stuffs you so fucking well, and you let out a little sigh when your ass meet his thighs.
“You’re goddamn right I am,” he says through his teeth, lashes fluttering. He wraps one hand around your neck, applying pressure. The other smacks your ass hard enough to leave a mark, grabbing a handful. “Now fuck me, baby. I know you can.”
He keeps his hand on your throat as you ride him. Guiding you with it. You cling to the seat behind him, nails digging into soft fabric, and the harder he squeezes the more blood rushes to your face.
“Billy,” you wheeze, pussy clenching tight and relaxing over and over. “M’gonna cum! Feels so good, please make me cum!”
“Yeah? Anybody can see through these windows, ya know. Watching you take my dick like a good girl. So pretty.” He stares with such intensity a shiver rattles your spine. His cheeks are bright pink when he breathes, “I’d let you crack open my ribs and hide next to my heart if you wanted.”
Morbid words send heat flaring through your limbs. Billy frees your throat and the intake of air buzzes in your head. You bury your face in his shoulder, listening to Billy pant as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming with a whimper.
You never even notice Billy staring out the window with a shit eating grin, flipping Randy off as he stands frozen in shock not even ten feet away from the car.
Warnings: Stepcest, predetermined family, fingering, teasing, p in v, roughness, infidelity, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight degradation, mentions of Stu, age gap (middle aged Billy and reader in their 20s,) AFAB reader (no pronouns,) unedited
Your mother had never been shy with her love life. She's had multiple partners after your dad passed away. Random hookups with attractive older men happened pretty often too. You're sure it's all been to fill the void and drown the unwanted emotions.
You've never really had the best relationship with her, you bud heads a lot and have grown distant since your biological dad passed, not to mention the countless arguments about every little inconvenience.
For that reason and many others you haven't been secretive about the attraction towards your step father, Billy Loomis. You don't care if he actually loves her or not. You'll let any selfish thoughts cross your mind and oh boy, you want that man inside you as soon as possible.
He's been living with you and your mother for 2 years and as time went by it got more difficult to contain yourself around him, especially since he openly flirts with you and you swear that one of these days you're going to jump on his cock the second you find a chance.
One particular day your mother left for the weekend on a business trip. You were more than sure that she'd been cheating on Billy with his best friend, Stu Macher. They've worked together for years and it's so obvious that they've got something going on.
To be completely honest, you wouldn't mind having Stu as your next step father. He's just as hot as Billy and you never miss the way that he checks you out whenever you're around him. Gosh, if you could have both of them at the same time you know you'd cum the second they both lay hands on you.
Being alone with Billy for the weekend was going to be difficult. You haven't hooked up with anyone in so long and touching yourself isn't satisfying anymore. The way he shamelessly walks around shirtless with sweatpants that highlight his cock drives you crazy and you don't know how you'll survive around him.
Because of that you were feeling bold. You wanted to risk it all, and you did.
It was a Saturday morning and you wake up ready to take the day off to relax after a long week. After you brushed your teeth and showered, you went to the kitchen in just a thong, a thin cotton crop and knee high socks. You knew Billy would walk in the kitchen any second after hearing the water turn off in the shower and were ready to pounce at any moment.
"Well good morning to you too." The sound of his deep voice instantly sent shivers down your spine.
Billy was standing against the countertop behind you shamelessly looking at your exposed ass and gorgeous legs. His hair was damp from the shower and slicked back. No shirt on. Grey sweatpants. He was out to hunt and you were his easy prey.
Turning around, you smiled innocently at him and pointed at the stove, "You want pancakes? I'm making myself some."
Billy could see right through you and he wasn't playing your games.
At your question he chuckled and walked towards you. His hands instantly found your waist and his eyes captured yours, "I'm hungry for something else," he said and squeezed your flesh slightly, his eyes lingering on your tits before scanning your face.
He was driving you mad. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip to suppress a pathetic moan that threatened to come out of you.
Billy seemed to notice and smirked at your reaction, "I don't think your mother would like knowing you're walking around the house looking like that while I'm here," he said and it was your turn to chuckle at his nonchalant comment.
"I don't think she'd like to see her husband grab me like he is right now but here we are," you answered and he lost it.
Billy ran his hands down and under your ass cheeks before picking you up. He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. His large hands rested on your thighs and he occasionally squeezed them.
"Don't use that tone with me," he said half serious and you laughed teasingly as his words.
"Why? Is daddy gonna ground me? Hm?" you teased further and Billy grabbed your face with his right hand under your jaw, making you look into his eyes. You smirked at him and that was enough, the man crashed his lips against yours and kissed you hungrily.
You were desperate. Both of you were. Your hands were tangled in his hair and he was holding you impossibly close to his body. He groped your ass as you rocked against him slowly.
He was hard and needy before, but having you like this was going to make him cum right then and there if he wasn't careful.
Billy slid one of his hands from your ass to your hip, down your inner thigh and finally over your core. He felt the wetness through the fabric of your thong and he gasped at you mockingly, "I've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he said and you whined softly. So desperate to feel him inside you. Your body ached for his cock.
The man couldn't contain himself much longer. He was already pulling your panties to the side and playing with your cunt. Rubbing your sensitive bud in circular motions and running his fingers down to your throbbing hole, dipping them just enough to pleasure you but not enough to satisfy the craving. He was torturing you. Torturing himself.
"Mm... Billy please," you moaned and grabbed his big hand, pushing his fingers all the way inside you and whining at the feeling of finally being filled up. It still wasn't enough but fuck did it feel amazing when he started to fuck you with his fingers.
You throbbed around him and he groaned at the feeling.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good... I bet you'll feel better around my dick," he whispered in your ear as you fucked yourself with his fingers.
You grabbed his cock and felt how big he is. Gosh you were so right when you imagined him as you rode your dildo in your room alone at night.
"Mmphh... Please fuck me," you begged and Billy pulled his fingers out of your cunt, sucking on them teasingly and moaning at your taste.
He pulled you towards him by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively. He held your legs around his middle and carried you to his and your mother's bedroom.
After he released you, you crawled on the bed and positioned yourself on the edge on all fours, giving him a perfect view of your behind. You slowly removed your thong for him and revealed your glistening cunt.
Billy groaned at the sight and pulled his sweatpants down just enough to release his throbbing cock. He wanted to eat you up and taste your whole body but right then he couldn't handle the sight of your waiting hole. He'd been wanting to bury himself inside you for so long, and when he finally did you both moaned at the same time.
He didn't bother to wear protection and you honestly didn't give a fuck at that point. You didn't care if your stepfather knocked you up, as fucked up as it sounds.
"Ahh fuck... Harder Daddy, harder!" You nearly screamed, and to that he complied.
Billy grabbed your hips harshly and pounded you hard enough that you felt his cock all the way up your stomach. He pressed your head against the mattress, your back arched perfectly for him and the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing against him was nearly enough to make him cum inside you, but he was smarter than that of course.
"Getting fucked by your stepfather, who does that?" He shamed you and it made you throb around him. You were nearly going to cum just by hearing his words, it was a chase for release between the two of you.
After a few more thrusts the knot inside you finally broke as his tip brushed against your gspot. You came around him and screamed at the feeling of the intense waves that were coursing through your body. You had one, two, three mini orgasms after the big O and fuck you needed more.
Billy nearly bust his load inside your sweet pussy, but he managed to pull out and cum all over your back. He took a mental picture at how good your body looked covered in his seed.
"I'll clean up the mess for you," he whispered teasingly before giving you a lingering kiss.
As he walked into the bathroom you heard the front door open. Your mom and Stus voice echoed in the living room.
Fuck.
"I'll take care of it..."
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I know I know, we hate cliffhangers but I love teasing y'all :p ;)
