In this AU, the two survived, and y'all are all in college
Billy is the main planner in the relationship
Billy gets jealous easily (not between the three of you)
Stu LOVES teasing you both
They both think you look pretty / handsome in whatever you wear
You all have horror movie marathons and go to the theaters to watch whatever new horror movie is coming out (you're professional horror movie critics atp)
Their kinks include cat-mouse chases (where they dress up as ghostface and try to catch you), knifeplay, sadism, and bloodplay
^ Stu is a switch and Billy is a top
Billy and Stu were dating before they met reader, and the two decided that they'd try an open relationship
Billy is bisexual with a preference for women and Stu is omnisexual (sexually attracted to all genders) homoromantic (romantically attracted to men), I'd say
Stu has a higher sex drive than Billy
Stu is chaotically unhinged, and Billy is very calm and charming, I'll let the reader decide who's energy they're matching or if they're bringing a whole new energy to the table
Billy does most of the financial stuff (taxes, bills, etc.), Stu does the cleaning and laundry, and reader does the other chores (cooking, helping Stu with the cleaning). (divide and conquer lol)
Woodsboro is in California, and since LGBT was accepted in the late 90s/early 2000s in the state at that time (I think; I could be wrong), Stu's parents would accept y'all. Billy's father wouldn't accept your relationship, but his mother would be tolerant
Your relationship is triangular, you all love each other equally
Stu is supportive of your hobbies and would love to join in on whatever you do (he likes learning)! Billy would be the equivalent of a little kid standing in the doorway watching a soap opera on tv and constantly saying that they don't like the show when their parents ask them to sit down to watch with them.
^ If you're a baker, Stu will ask to lick the spoon. Oh and he will start food fights.
Stu has most of the money, as his parents are rich af.
^ He will treat you both with expensive gifts and shopping sprees, only occasionally though. He may be unhinged and unpredictable BUT he is responsible.
Stu is the small spoon and Billy is the big spoon, meaning reader would end up in the middle (or Stu, depending on his mood lol)
Stu is more cuddly and affectionate than Billy is
You three live in a big lakehouse or in a big house in a rich neighborhood (you choose!) provided by Stu's parents
Stu would love any pets you have! Billy acts like he could care less about your pets, but he is affectionate towards them ("dad and the dog" meme coded).
You three sleep in a big Californian king bed, although you do have two guest rooms for when you're mad at each other OR want some alone time. (or whenever your AC breaks in the summer, from what I've heard, California heat is terrible) (you do rock paper scissors to see who gets the big bed to themselves)
The safest place to be during a break in is with your two boyfriends (god help anyone who breaks into your house looking for money)
I feel like y'all would stay unmarried (polygamy is illegal in the US) and wouldn't let anyone else into the relationship (I think its called polyfidelity?)
You have a bucket full of little pieces of paper with date ideas (written by everyone ofc) for when you three can't decide what to do for a date
Billy is terrible at communicating his feelings (in general, he does communicate, he's just really blunt and not specific on what's bothering him), while Stu is really emotional and theatric.
The house is decorated with a bunch of things Stu impulsively bought (look at that man and tell me he wouldn't impulsively buy a dog statue)
Billy and Stu love anything you get them
Billy is really prideful and will defend you and Stu if you get insulted
Stu makes morbid compliments, sometimes
In an emergency, Billy is the one contacted, as Billy is the only one who can drive (if you can drive, than you are also an emergency contact)
They're not as active as ghostface killers anymore (minus Billy, he is good at hiding bodies)
Y'all laugh at all the ghostface copycats that have popped up over the years
A/N: I did a lot of research on polyam relationships to make this, so I hope I wrote it right!
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Stuart Macher x F!reader, sexual abuse, abuse of vulnerability, sadism, strong language/swearing, +18.
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your house has been broken into by Ghostface (Billy), and your only chance of safety is to run to Stuart’s house, which is right next door. But it was all just a plan for him to fuck you and use your pretty little mouth. He knows you love strawberries, so to “calm you down” he offers you some — laced with poison.
Obs: you were wearing a sexy pajama ;𝐩
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Your night was going great. Low and calm music, the smell of a perfumed and organized house. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but you didn’t care much. Your dad would only arrive the next day, always caring only about work. It wasn’t something that affected you much; he had always been like that since you were little. The only thing that really bothered you was not having many friends, and your only best friend had simply forgotten you existed — well, that’s what you thought.
Stuart, your ex-best friend. You had been friends since first grade. Maybe you had even started to like him. But he was always playful and teased you, sometimes flirting “as a joke.” Deep down, you liked him, though you never really caught his attention. Or so you thought.
You were singing in the kitchen while swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music. Your food smelled amazing, and your stomach growled at the delicious aroma. So you reached over to turn off the stove — the food was ready. You moved to the cabinet to grab a plate. Then a sound of something breaking caught your attention. You turned to figure out where the noise came from, your eyes scanning the entire room. Your skin prickled and you got nervous, anxiety hitting you hard.
“Hello?...” you whispered, gripping the plate tightly. The silence sent shivers of fear down your spine.
Then a black shadow began to move. You trembled. The shadow was like a ghost slowly coming toward you, and in its hand was a dagger. He tilted his head, staring at you. Your legs shook, your heart pounding so hard it hurt your chest. And in seconds he lunged at you, the knife raised to strike. A scream tore from your lips, ripping through your throat. You threw the plate at him, shattering it against his head. Your legs moved fast. You ran to the door, flung it open, and bolted out as fast as you could. You kept glancing back, seeing that he was following you. Your bare feet burned on the ground, but you didn’t stop.
You noticed that Stu’s house had the lights on. He was your only salvation. You ran to his door, banging on it hard while screaming his name. The killer was getting closer, and just as he was about to lunge at you, the door opened, causing your body to collapse onto the floor. You groaned in pain but quickly got up, terrified. Your eyes scanned Stu, who was wearing loose pajamas. He stared at you.
“S-Stuart! T-the killer!” You pointed at the door, watching him look toward it.
“There’s no one here, doll.” He closed the door and turned his gaze back to you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your eyes wide and frightened like a scared little lamb. You were perfect, and he loved every single feature of yours.
“I swear! He tried to attack me, we need to call the police!” You walked to the window, leaning your body to look outside. There really was no one there. Stu probably thought you were crazy now. As soon as you turned around, you noticed Stu’s eyes on your body. You blushed. That’s when you remembered: you were wearing a very… sensual pajama.
Loose cropped top with thin straps. It had a little blue teddy bear print on the front. It also showed your stomach and waist. And to make it better—or worse—a very short pair of shorts that showed off your entire thighs and a bit of your ass. He noticed your red face and how you shyly covered your stomach.
“You need a glass of water… Go to the kitchen, I’ll call the cops.” He said, walking past you toward the table with the phone. You did as he said and headed to the kitchen, feeling Stu’s burning gaze on your body.
After grabbing a glass of water, you drank it, trying to recover from the scare. Your heart was still racing furiously, like it was about to jump out of your mouth. You closed your eyes, trying to calm down, breathing deeply.
The sound of a chair dragging caught your attention. You looked back and saw Stu holding a bowl full of juicy, bright red strawberries. You salivated. You loved strawberries—it was your favorite fruit. You could eat them without worrying about tomorrow or getting a stomachache. He popped one into his mouth, savoring it, almost teasing you. He took another one, pointing it at you, signaling for you to eat it. Without thinking twice, you reached for it with your fingers. Just as you were about to grab it, he pulled it away with a mischievous smile.
You laughed at his game and tried again, but you ended up falling onto his lap when he pushed the strawberry messily against your face. You felt something poking your ass. Your face turned even redder.
“What are you doing?...” you asked. He just smiled and brought the strawberry to your lips. You tried to take it, but he wouldn’t let you. He wanted to feed it to you. Your eyes locked on his before you opened your mouth and took a bite. And god, it was delicious—tart and sweet. You almost moaned in approval.
“Seeing you like this… drives me crazy.” He sighed, watching you savor the strawberry. You were so focused on eating it that you forgot you were sitting on your old best friend. His hands rested on your hips, sliding down to your ass. He slipped his hand under the thin fabric. He laughed wickedly: you weren’t wearing panties.
When you finished all the strawberries, you whimpered. You wanted more. They were incredible. He took the bowl from your hands and set it on the table beside him. Then he realized how intimate you were—too close, pressing too much.
“How are you feeling, doll?” He squeezed your ass, making you arch. A sigh escaped your lips. A warm sensation dripped down your thighs. You got aroused just from him squeezing you. Your body felt too hot, and everything around you seemed to blur. You moaned, feeling a throbbing between your legs. You lowered your head, embarrassed.
“My body…” You groaned, squeezing your thighs together. Your eyes squeezed shut when he massaged your ass. You became breathless and wet. A moan tore from your throat when he gave you a sharp slap—a hard smack that echoed through the kitchen. You buried your face in Stu’s exposed neck, inhaling his strong scent. Your legs trembled, and heat spread through your thighs.
“It’s hot here…” you groaned, your mind getting foggy. Everything was too messed up.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot…” he panted while grinding against you. His hands squeezed your ass hard, nails scratching the sensitive skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting. You started grinding against the erection in his pants. He groaned low, feeling your ass press against his hard-on.
“Ahw~ Stuart…” you moaned into his neck. Your eyes were half-open, a few tears slipping out. Your body ached with painful throbbing. You pulled back a little and braced yourself on Stu’s knee, grinding faster. His rough moans drove you insane. You had dreamed of this so much, and now it was happening. He bit his lip, gripping you tighter.
“I want to fuck you… Right now.” In one quick motion, he lifted you slightly. With his other hand, he pulled down his pants. His erect cock sprang free, big and thick. Pre-cum dripped along his length. You salivated, eager to feel him.
Your shorts were loose, so there was no need to take them off. He positioned himself between your legs, feeling your tight, wet entrance. It wasn’t hard to slide in. You took his entire length easily. He groaned low, feeling your walls clench around him. Your stomach showed a slight bulge. And when your ass finally met his hips, you let out a needy moan.
His cock pressed against your cervix, giving a pleasurable ache. He throbbed inside you. It felt incredibly good. Without delay, you started moving, lifting your body, sliding up and down his generous cock. He gripped your ass hard, helping you ride him. Your movements were slow and intense. Stuart groaned low. You looked at him: his face was flushed, and he never took his eyes off you. His gaze begged you to keep going. You never imagined seeing him like this—so… desperate for you.
“Stu… I want you.” You whispered, confessing your feelings, tears falling from arousal mixed with anxiety.
“You’ve always had me, my doll.” He leaned in, interlocking his lips with yours. The kiss was slow and wet. You brought your hand to his face, guiding the movements. Your leg tightened, feeling shocks between your thighs. “You’re mine.” He whispered between kisses. Small moans escaped your lips, mingling with his.
In one swift move, he grabbed your waist, lifted you, and set you on the table. You gasped as he hooked your leg over his shoulder. The view was perfect. Your dream was coming true. He fucked you with a perverted smile on his face, and you loved that smile.
“Ahw~ Stu…” You moaned, feeling your climax approaching. Your legs trembled as he sped up, getting rougher. His hips slammed hard against your ass. You choked on your own moans. You writhed as he hit your cervix. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
A loud moan burst from your sweet lips. Your body spasmed with your orgasm. Your head fell back, eyes squeezed shut. Stu gripped your waist, thrusting even harder. He groaned, feeling your walls clench around his cock. Your pussy became oversensitive after the climax. You trembled and cried beneath him. Your head spun, and you couldn’t think of anything except Stu’s delicious cock.
“I’ve a-always… wanted you, my sweet.” He panted low. His movements became sloppy. He was close to coming. You could tell. Your mouth hung open, chest heaving. The tension was thick. The kitchen smelled of sex, loud moans, wet slapping sounds coming from your pussy.
“F-fuck, it hurts…” You said, feeling discomfort between your legs. The drug’s effect was wearing off. Your pussy was too sensitive after the orgasm. Your walls squeezed Stu hard, as if trying to push him out. You hadn’t even recovered properly.
“Does it?... I know it does.” He smiled, licking his lips. A perverted grin spread across his face. Your awareness was returning. You shouldn’t be fucking him. He was your friend’s boyfriend. You hit his shoulder, trying to push him away.
“N-no, wait! We can’t.” You moaned when he slapped your face—a moderately hard slap. You stared at him, terrified. His hand slid to your throat, squeezing. You moaned softly.
“Shut that mouth, slut.” He smiled, watching you claw at his wrist, trying to pull him off. Your nails dug into his skin, drawing blood. He loved the burning sensation. You tried to close your legs, but he forced them apart, bringing his face close to yours. His hot breath hit your skin. “I’ve always liked you!! And you never gave a damn about me.”
“W-what— AHW! Fuck.” You screamed as he slammed his cock against your cervix. You could barely feel your legs anymore—they were trembling too much. The strength you had was fading. So you just gave in to his touch, to his brutality. Tears fell from your eyes as you hated yourself for enjoying it. His thumb slid over your lower lip, caressing it, feeling how soft it was.
“You… are perfect.” He whispered, before giving one final thrust. His thick cum spilled inside you. You felt nauseous, yet you loved the feeling of being filled. But it wasn’t over. He was still throbbing inside you. You moaned softly as he moved slowly, almost teasingly. His hand slid from your throat down to your breasts, squeezing lightly, playing with your nipple, then lower to your waist, gripping hard. His hand fit perfectly, like your curves were made for him.
“I-I can’t take anymore…” You groaned, feeling your walls heat up again. He lifted you easily, moved a few steps to the wall, and pressed your back against it. His large hand held your ass effortlessly. It felt like you weighed nothing.
“But we’re just getting started, my doll.” He smiled, licking the tears from your face. You realized he wasn’t normal—he seemed like a maniac. “I’m going to destroy you.”
“I-I… No! Ahw, God.” You clung to his neck, feeling him move again. Your face was buried in his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. Small kisses and bites marked your skin. You didn’t even notice you were tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to that area.
You don’t know exactly how it happened, but you simply surrendered to the moment. Your eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered. Your feelings were confused. The boy you had been so in love with was fucking you, but it wasn’t how you imagined—sweet, gentle. He was rough like an animal, starving. Even if you wanted to stop, he kept going, breaking your limits and ruining your sweet pussy.
When he finally came inside you again, your legs gave out. If he weren’t holding you, you would have collapsed. You hid your face in his neck, whimpering. He held you for a few seconds, stroking your ass cheeks.
“Don’t cry, it wasn’t that bad. I went easy on you.”
“L-liar…”
“I’m not lying, doll.”
“I hate you.”
“Now who’s the liar?” He laughed, then brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek. You stared into those wicked eyes—the eyes you used to adore, but now filled you with fear. He didn’t pull out of you. Instead, he hugged your body, panting.
“Don’t tell anyone about this…” he whispered in your ear, before carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you on his bed. His scent filled the place. For a few seconds, you closed your eyes, exhausted. He lay down beside you and hugged you while smelling your neck. After that night, your life was never the same. You were always being watched. He was always with you.
