Scream, Swoon, Repeat
billy loomis & stu macher x gn!reader
sfw
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(ФωФ): established relationship, pure fluff, lots of kissing and affection. a few random ideas i had idk its just fluff
i love writing physical touch and fluff stuff omfg. haha how could you tell im touch starve-
⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･
A full day of doing absolutely nothing except smothering your two favorite psychos with affection? Yeah, that was the plan.
The problem?
Billy and Stu suck at being doted on.
Stu is the easier target. He wakes up a mess, limbs sprawled over the bed, half his face shoved into the pillow, mumbling nonsense about “aliens stealing his popcorn.” It makes him way too easy to attack.
You climb on top of him, pinning him down, pressing soft kisses along his jawline.
"Mmm," Stu groans, voice raspy with sleep, "’s too early for makin’ out, babe."
"Is it? Because I don’t care," you hum against his skin, trailing kisses up to the corner of his mouth.
His lips twitch, but before he can respond, you smother him completely, peppering kisses across his cheeks, nose, eyelids—everywhere.
"Jesus, get a room—"
Billy barely gets the words out before you pounce on him next.
"Oh, you’re not getting away either," you warn.
Billy scowls, but the second you cup his face and press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, he melts. His hands instinctively find your waist, grip tightening, like he’s about to flip you over and take control—
But not today.
You pull back just before he can deepen it, grinning. "Nah-uh. Today, I’m in charge."
Billy narrows his eyes. "Oh yeah? We’ll see about that."
Stu groans, shoving his face into a pillow. "Ugh, you guys are so hot. I hate it."
---
Dragging them outside was a challenge. Billy had no interest in leaving the damn house, and Stu—while willing—was easily distracted.
"Babe, let’s get ice cream!"
"Babe, let’s go shoplift some candy!"
"Babe, I dare you to kiss me in front of that old lady at the bus stop—"
Stu, unsurprisingly, had no shame. He loved public affection, wrapping himself around you like an overgrown golden retriever. At some point, he slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest dramatically. “Look at my beautiful, gorgeous partner. What did I do to deserve this? Am I dead? Is this heaven?”
You rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything, Billy—who had been quiet the entire time—leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
Casual. Effortless. Like it was nothing.
Stu nearly choked. “DID YOU JUST—WAIT, HOLD ON, DID YOU JUST—"
Billy, already walking ahead, didn’t even turn around. “You’re embarrassing.”
Stu gasped. “Oh, I see how it is. I get called embarrassing, but you get to be all suave and mysterious?”
You just laughed, grabbing Stu’s hand and pulling him along.
---
By the time night rolled in, Billy was done. The sheer amount of affection you had dumped on him today was practically overwhelming, and you knew he’d never admit how much he secretly liked it.
So when you cuddled up next to him on the couch, lazily playing with his fingers while a horror movie played in the background, you weren’t surprised when he grumbled, “You’re annoying.”
"And yet you’re still letting me do this," you mused, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.
Billy didn’t respond, but his grip on your hand tightened.
Stu, meanwhile, was half-dead on the other side of the couch, sprawled out across your lap. His head rested against your stomach, and every so often, he’d shift just to nuzzle closer.
"Man, today was amazing," Stu sighed dramatically. "I vote we do this every day. Just endless kissing. No murder. Just smooching."
Billy shot him a look. "We have priorities, Stu."
"Yeah, yeah, priorities, blah blah—babe, kiss me again," Stu whined, nudging his head against you.
Billy rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath, but he didn’t stop you when you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Stu’s forehead.
And later, when the lights were off and the three of you were tangled together under the covers, Billy was the one to initiate a slow, lazy kiss against your temple before whispering, "Go to sleep, dumbass."
You smirked in the dark. "Love you too, Billy."
From the other side of the bed, Stu hummed, half-asleep. "Love you both, man. Like… so much. Like, insane levels. Like, I’d literally—"
Billy shoved a pillow over his face.
"Go to sleep, Stu."
---
The next morning, you woke up sore.
Not from anything particularly wild—just the sheer weight of two grown men practically crushing you in their sleep.
Stu had draped himself across you at some point in the night, his leg slung over your waist like a human seatbelt. Billy, on the other hand, had an iron grip around your torso, his face buried in your shoulder.
Trying to move was impossible.
You groaned. "Guys, I love you, but you’re both insanely heavy."
Stu mumbled something unintelligible, nuzzling his face into your stomach like a content cat. Billy just tightened his hold, making it very clear that he had no intention of moving.
You huffed, wiggling your arms free. "Fine. Guess I’ll just be trapped here forever."
Stu yawned dramatically. "Forever sounds kinda nice… ‘s long as there’s breakfast."
Billy finally stirred, shifting slightly, but instead of letting you go, he pressed a slow, lazy kiss to your collarbone. It was so casual—so effortless—that it sent a shiver down your spine.
Oh. So that’s how it was gonna be today.
"Alright, nope—" you shoved at his chest, but he barely budged, "—you’re not getting away with acting like that after ignoring me all day yesterday."
Billy smirked against your skin. "I ignored you?"
"Emotionally, yes."
"Bullshit." He finally leaned up, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I let you kiss me all damn day."
"Exactly! I let you kiss me."
"Ohhh, someone wants Billy’s full attention today," Stu teased, grinning. He propped himself up on one elbow, his hair a mess from sleep. "I get it, babe. Billy’s a hard guy to crack. But lucky for you—" he leaned in dramatically, voice dropping into a whisper, "—I’m easy."
You snorted, pushing his face away. "That is not the flex you think it is, Stu."
"Hey, shut up and gimme a kiss."
Before you could react, he flopped onto you again, his lips pressing against your cheek in a series of obnoxiously loud, wet smooches.
"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!"
"Stu, oh my God—"
Billy rolled his eyes, but you caught the slightest twitch of his lips—amusement, barely there. Oh, so he thought he could just sit there and watch? Two could play that game.
"Hey, Billy," you called sweetly, tilting your head toward him, "why don’t you give me a real kiss? Show Stu how it’s done?"
Stu gasped in mock betrayal. "Oh-ho-ho, no way! You’re tryna make billy willy jealous? Babe, that’s evil. I love it."
Billy, unfazed, simply raised an eyebrow. "Jealous of him?"
"Ow," Stu mumbled.
You grinned, shifting so that you were leaning fully against Billy, your nose brushing his. His breath hitched, just barely, and that’s when you knew you had him.
"C’mon, Loomis," you murmured, voice low, "I’ve been kissing Stu all morning. Don’t you wanna—"
Billy cut you off with a kiss, Slow, deep, possessive.
Stu groaned dramatically. "Ugh, gross. Get a room."
Billy pulled back just long enough to mutter, "You’re literally in the same room."
"Yeah, and I don’t appreciate being left out!"
You barely had time to breathe before Stu yanked you toward him, stealing a kiss for himself. Unlike Billy’s, it was playful—teasing—his fingers tracing along your jaw like he was memorizing the shape of you.
"Mmm. Much better."
Billy scoffed. "You’re insufferable."
Stu grinned. "And yet, you’re still here."
Billy didn’t respond—just yanked you back toward him, kissing you again, like he was proving a point.
Stu gasped. "Oh, so it’s a competition now?"
You tried to protest, but it was too late—Stu tackled both of you onto the bed, smothering you with exaggerated affection, and suddenly, you were caught in an endless loop of soft kisses, dramatic whining, and playful bites.
The absolute audacity of these two.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you were pounced on, trapped beneath Stu’s ridiculous weight as he suffocated you in another flurry of wet, obnoxious kisses.
"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!"
"Stu—" you wheezed between attacks.
"What’s wrong, babe? Thought you wanted some real affection today?" he teased, his grin downright wicked.
Billy, unimpressed, leaned against the headboard, arms crossed. His dark eyes watched—half-annoyed, half-amused—as Stu continued his assault, peppering kisses across your cheeks, your nose, your forehead—
"Alright, that’s enough," Billy muttered.
Before you could blink, Stu was gone.
Correction—Billy had yanked him off you like a cat picking up an unruly kitten. Stu yelped as he was tossed onto the mattress, his limbs flailing, landing dramatically on his back.
"Dude, what the hell—?"
Billy didn’t acknowledge him. He was too busy shifting over you, pinning you in place with his knee between your legs, his hands framing your face.
And then he kissed you.
Not playfully. Not teasingly, just pure, slow, possessive intensity.
The kind of kiss that burned, that made your stomach flip, that had you clutching at his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to the damn planet. When Billy finally pulled back, your lips felt swollen, your breath stolen. (haha swollen stolen. sorry.)
He smirked. "That’s how it’s done."
Stu, from the other side of the bed, clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed. "Holy shit—did you guys just have, like, a full conversation without saying a single word? Babe. Babe, be honest—are you two psychic? Oh my god. I’m the third wheel."
"Oh my god, shut up," Billy groaned, flopping back onto the mattress.
You just giggled, still dazed.
---
Breakfast—or rather, lunch—was a complete disaster.
Billy, being Billy, refused to let either of you touch his damn stove. Something about “last time you nearly burned the kitchen down” and “I don’t trust you idiots”.
Stu, offended, spent the next five minutes whining. "C’mon, dude, it wasn’t even that bad! The fire alarm only went off, like, three times!"
Billy didn’t dignify that with a response.
So while he handled making the food, you and Stu took it upon yourselves to distract him. And by distract, that meant:
Clinging to Billy’s back like koalas.
Placing loud, exaggerated smooches to his cheek while he stirred the eggs.
Stu biting his shoulder for no reason other than to be a silly guy.
Billy barely tolerated it—up until Stu reached for the spatula.
With zero hesitation, Billy smacked his hand away. "Touch it and die."
Stu pouted, cradling his injured fingers. "Babe, Billy hit me."
You, still wrapped around Billy’s shoulders, hummed. "That’s crazy. What did you do?"
Stu gasped. "You’re picking his side?"
"I’m on the side that gets me food."
Billy snorted. "Smart choice."
Stu groaned, dramatically slumping onto the counter. "This is abuse. This is a toxic household."
Billy just shoved a piece of toast into his mouth.
---
Billy should’ve known that blocking you and Stu from the kitchen would come back to bite him in the ass. Because now? Now it was your turn to be..you.
It started small, innocent. You kissed Billy’s cheek. Just once. Quick. Simple.
Then you did it again, and again, and again.
After the fifth time, he sighed. "Alright, what’s your deal?"
"No deal." You grinned, leaning in to press another kiss to his temple.
Billy raised a brow. "You’re up to something."
"Me? Never."
From across the room, Stu was barely holding in his laughter.
Billy eyed him suspiciously. "What did you two idiots plan?"
That’s when you struck. A full-scale attack—kissing everywhere. His cheeks, his forehead, his jaw—rapid fire, one after the other, not stopping once.
Billy went rigid.
"Oh my god," Stu wheezed.
Billy tried to escape, but you clung to him like a damn barnacle, giggling as you relentlessly smothered him with kisses.
"Get off—" he groaned, trying to pry you away.
"Nope."
Stu, in between fits of laughter, jumped in next, trapping Billy in an inescapable hug from behind.
"Aww, c’mon, man, let us love you!"
Billy visibly considered murder, but he was stuck.
Defeated, he dropped his head back against Stu’s shoulder, exhaling sharply. "I hate both of you."
You beamed, pressing one last, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. "We know." Stu just grinned, squeezing Billy tighter.
Billy sighed. "Unfortunately."
And yet—despite his complaints, despite his glaring—Billy didn’t push either of you away.
If anything…
His grip tightened.
Just a little.
-----
The first time you hear the floorboards creak, your heart stutters in your chest. It’s late—too late for visitors, too late for anyone to be walking around your house except for you. The chill in the air seeps through your open window, rustling your curtains like ghostly fingers, and you swear you can hear the distant hum of something… watching.
Then, a whisper, soft and teasing:
“Boo.”
You barely get a chance to react before a gloved hand cups your cheek, tilting your head up. A white mask looms above you, glossy black eyes empty yet somehow brimming with mischief. The second figure appears just as quickly, pressing in from behind, their breath warm against your neck as they chuckle.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Stu drawls, dropping his mask onto your desk before wrapping himself around you, arms banding across your waist. “You should see your face right now—so cute. Terrified. Makes me wanna eat you up.”
Billy, still in his mask, tilts his head, fingers trailing along your jaw. “What’s the matter, baby? Thought you liked surprises.”
You huff, pushing at Stu’s arms half-heartedly, but he refuses to budge. "Surprises don’t usually involve breaking and entering, you freaks."
Billy finally removes his mask, revealing that sharp smirk that always makes your stomach flip. “Technically, we have keys,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your temple. “So it’s not breaking and entering. It’s just entering.”
Stu snickers, squeezing you tighter. “And we entered real good, huh?”
Before you can retaliate, Billy grips your chin, tilting your face up. His lips find yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—deep and possessive, like he’s trying to consume every breath you have left. His other hand slides down your side, settling against your hip, fingers curling into your shirt as he presses himself closer.
Behind you, Stu hums, nosing into your neck. “Damn, baby, you’re so warm.” His teeth graze your skin, not quite biting, just enough to make you shiver. "We should wake you up like this every night. Just sneak in, cuddle up, steal some kisses—"
"You always steal kisses," you mutter, breaking away from Billy just long enough to glare at Stu.
He grins. “Yeah, but you love it.”
Billy pulls you back before you can respond, kissing you again, this time more insistent, more urgent. His tongue teases against your lower lip, and you melt into him before you even realize what you're doing. His hands slide down, gripping your waist possessively, thumbs rubbing soothing circles.
Stu, ever the jealous one, makes a noise of protest and tugs you backward. "Hey, don’t hog ‘em, man. Sharing is caring."
Billy pulls away just slightly, his lips slick and pink, and raises a brow. “You’re not even trying. Just standing there, being annoying.”
Stu gasps, all exaggerated offense. "I’m literally holding them like my favorite teddy bear!"
Billy rolls his eyes, but his smirk softens. "Then act like it."
Stu doesn’t need to be told twice. He spins you in his arms, capturing your lips in a kiss so sweet it makes your knees weak. Where Billy is intense, consuming, Stu is playful, teasing. He hums into your mouth, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as his lips drag from your lips to your cheek, then down to your jaw.
Billy, not one to be ignored, presses up against you from behind, trapping you between their warmth. His lips skim over the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
You whimper, just a little, just enough to make them both grin.
"Awww," Stu coos, nipping at your cheek before kissing the same spot. "Is our baby feeling overwhelmed?"
Billy chuckles, his voice lower, rougher. "Good."
They don’t stop kissing you. Your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your neck—every inch of skin they can reach. Billy is methodical, his kisses trailing slow and deliberate, while Stu is chaotic, pressing quick pecks all over, whispering little praises in between.
"So pretty," Stu murmurs against your ear, his hands massaging slow, lazy circles into your sides. "So warm, so sweet. Can't get enough of you."
Billy's breath ghosts over your jaw before he presses another firm kiss there. "We should keep you between us forever.."
Something in his tone makes your breath hitch. Possessive. Protective. Loving.
You should be unnerved. But you’re not.
"You're both ridiculous," you whisper, though your voice lacks any real bite.
Stu grins. "Ridiculously in love with you, yeah."
Billy hums in agreement, brushing his lips over your temple. "Now, let’s get you back to bed, baby. You need sleep."
"After all that?" You scoff. "You expect me to just sleep?"
Billy smirks. "We'll make it up to you in the morning."
Stu wiggles his eyebrows. "Or we could keep kissing you ‘til you pass out. That’d be fun."
You groan, but you don’t pull away. You don’t want to. Instead, you let them guide you to bed, curling up between them as they continue peppering you with kisses—soft, slow, affectionate.
And as their warmth surrounds you, as their lips press lazy, lingering kisses against your skin, you realize something.
You don’t feel afraid anymore.
