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Hi there!! I was wondering if you could write Ghostface(s) reaction to falling in love with reader? Could this include; Billy, Stu, Roman, Mickey and maybe Dead by daylight’s Danny? You don’t have to write for all hdksjsjsjsj <3 also I hope you’ve had a great spooky month so far!

HI IM SO GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS HEHE I LOVED WRITING IT!!! I did Billy, Stu, Mickey, and Danny (I don't think I really have Romans character down enough to write for him so i hope that's alright!!) thank you for being so patient <3 and i hope you enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: 848

WARNINGS: none, few mentions of sex but that's it

BILLY

He doesn’t actually realize he’s falling in love first tbh

I hc him as demisexual so when he realizes that he likes you, you’ve been close friends for a few years

And he doesn’t know what to do

He’s going to distance himself at first and try to act like he doesn’t have a crush on you

Which fails because the second he realizes it he’s going to get so insanely jealous that anytime he sees you talking with another guy he’s going to get pissed off at you

“What no I’m not mad. Go talk to your other best friend” type shit

Drunken confession that’s all I’m gonna say

Wakes up with a headache and goes ‘oh FUCK…”

I don’t think he’d realize he’s like,,, in love with you until something happens that either makes him think he’s going to lose you or if you say it first

Once he realizes though he’s gonna be all sweet on you, still really possessive and have that same toxicity but he just puts it under a different umbrella, y’know?

STU

He’s the first one to fall in the relationship idc

Stu loves love fr and I don’t see him wanting to fight against his feelings like that

Especially if he’s in a relationship with you

If he’s not, and he fell in love with you while you two were just friends, he’s going to make a move regardless of if you’re in a relationship or not

Why be with them when you can be with him amirite

He’s also super possessive if you’re together, he hates the idea of you leaving him or someone else flirting with you

When Stu realizes he’s in love, he’s going all out in terms of gifts. Expect flowers, chocolates, love notes, hell I’m sure he’d do a fucking flashmob for you lol

This is the point in the relationship where you can tell his feelings have shifted tbh

Sex is more sensual and romantic (on occassion lol) instead of just a way for him to cum. There’s a lot of absentminded touches and kisses that aren’t meant to go any further than that.

When Stu falls in love with you, you’ll know <3333

MICKEY

First time writing for this guy i love him BUT that’s besides the point

So he’s the most vocal one about his love I think

He is also demisexual because I said so

But he can catch feelings so quickly lol but having sex is something that is waaaaay more intimate than he’d be ready to do.

A few months into the relationship is when he’d be ready and that’s how you know he really likes you

Like really likes you lol

I also see him dropping the l bomb the first time yall fuck lol

And he says it and pauses like “:0 oh my god… I didn't mean to say that… I mean… are you cool with it? Do you also love me? We can talk about it later”

He sticks with his word though so expect the conversation to come later

Mickey would be all nervous and shit, picking at his cuticles and all that, honestly really cute

And when you say you love him too???? You’re never getting rid of him

Like ever

He will kill you before he lets you leave him lol

Mickey is also very handsy and it increases by 100% when you both confess

I get the feeling that he’d be very… yandere in a sense

And his sexual appetite after the first time is going to actually shock you

And his tastes lol this man is into some fucked up stuff I love him

He’s going to be around you constantly, he doesn’t let you out of his sight basically

DANNY

OKAY first time writing for him too :p

Danny is not accepting it lol

Like, at all.

Get used to not seeing or hearing from him for fucking days if not weeks at a time

He’d pretty much fuck you and bounce I think

Danny doesn’t get close to people and he’s not going to let you be the first

Sorry babe </3

He’d also get really mean and try to push you away from himself by being a prick

He’s gonna say shit that he knows is going to hurt you and even though it actually hurts his heart to be cruel to you (in this particular instance) he’d going to do it out of his own necessity

But if you stick with him? If you don’t let him treat you like that and push you away? It’s gonna throw him for a loop

Danny expects you to throw in the towel and if you don’t it’s gonna piss him off and make him feel all fuzzy inside

If you can get him to get over himself, he’d apologize for once about how he treated you and would explain his feelings

Lots of excuses though, so bare that in mind

Once you two get passed that though, he’s going to constantly be up your ass

Goodbye freedom and personal space <3

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for the horror themed asks!! haunted house, grave robber, bloody mary >:)

OHOHOHOHO you picked some good ones!

Haunted House: (How much would it cost to get you to stay in a haunted house?) A whole lot less than it'd cost to get Zak Bagans to stay in one, that's for sure. I guess it depends on what it's haunted by, because typically I can be paid off in food but I wouldn't say no to cash depending on how bad the haunting is said to be.

Grave Robber: (Have you ever tried to talk to a ghost?) Technically yeah. I'm still convinced there was a poltergeist that haunted the laundry room of a house I once lived in, and I would just go sit in there when things got weird and just talk to it.

Bloody Mary: (Do you have any urban legends specific to where you’re from?) **rubs hands** So, there are a plethora of them, since I live in Ohio and we're said to be one of the most haunted states in the US. One of my favorites is the rumor about my alma mater, where a teacher was said to be killed. Supposedly her angry revenant still stalks the halls when less people are around, and she's especially cruel in tormenting female students, leading to the idea a female student was responsible for her death. Another is the woman of Little Sugar Creek; she was said to have carried the illegitimate child of the mayor of a nearby town, and when he refused to acknowledge her pleas for help, she drowned herself in Little Sugar Creek while cradling her child. There've been rumors of sightings and encounters with her ghost as she sings to her child, usually at night or on overcast days, and especially during the month of June. (There's also easily the fact that many people in suburban areas of the state debate whether or not Freddy Krueger is a tulpa. Certainly he's been treated largely as if he's a genuine thing since as long as I've been alive. I grew up hearing terrified whispers since I was little, and his rhyme/lullaby was everywhere.)

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Intimacy Doesn’t Have to be Violent (4+1 w/ GN! Reader)

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I thought you guys might like to read this, even if Jason isn’t your cup of tea. This is around 7k words, I’ve got my hat on backwards, and it’s time to fucking party.

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They’d been with Jason for a while, living at Camp Crystal Lake and enjoying their time together. Just the two of them as long as nobody wandered onto the campground. But even if there were, Jason took care of that rather quickly.

But over time they’d started to become restless. They knew that when they got together with Jason it would be difficult at times due to his mother’s influence on him, but it was only now really starting to get to them. Shifting in their seat only made it worse, accidentally providing stimulus where they wanted to be touched. Sex was a part of their love language, and lately they hadn’t been getting the kind of loving they craved.

Being the go-getter they were, they got up and went to go find Jason. He’d been out checking his traps, wanting to make sure they were still set and if he needed to move them then he would. Walking down one of the nature trails for about seven minutes out they ended up finding him setting up a bear trap in the dead center of the trail, covering it with fallen leaves.

Waiting until he was done and standing up again, they spoke up. “Hey Jason?” He turned and looked to see his significant other watching him from a few feet away, with a questioning look on their face. He gave a nod and grabbed his machete from the ground, ready to use it to write in the dirt. 

Well, here goes nothing. “We’ve been together for a while and I um...I was wondering if you’d want to take the next step with me?” they asked. What they hadn’t been expecting was the intense shake of his head in the negative. It wasn’t the answer itself that had them curious, but the ferocity that the answer came from. “No? Why not?” they asked, making sure to keep all judgement out of their questions.

Using his machete Jason wrote something in the dirt.

Mother says it’s violent.

“Violent?” they asked, eyes wide in concern. But then they thought about it. “Yes, I suppose it could be violent, but that’s not what I want from you. Sex shouldn’t be violent unless both partners agree to have it be that way, so they can practice their kinks safely. But I know that’s not always how things turn out sometimes.”

The air between the two was thick as the words stayed between them. Breaking the silence once more, they spoke again. “I can show you if you want. That sex doesn’t need to be violent.”

Jason’s hold on his machete tightened, uncomfortable and unsure of what to think. His mother had never been wrong about anything, but here his partner was saying they could show him that his mother was wrong about one thing. But he wanted his partner to be happy, and he didn’t want to hinder their happiness by saying no again. So instead he asked a question: If we were to, what would you have us do?

Happy that he was asking questions and not immediately shutting down the idea, they explained that it would be a slow process, that he would be able to dictate when they stopped if he was uncomfortable, and that they could establish a safe word for them and a safe action for him. Leading him back to their cabin, they continued to tell him all of the important things that came with sex and communication, what some of those things did, and how they would be able to help make the process easier and feel better for those involved.

After a full night of talking about the plan, Jason agreed.

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Tonight was the first night that they were going to initiate him into their version of intimacy. Making sure that everything was in its specific place in the bedroom, they undressed and then put on their silky black robe that just barely covered everything. Opening the door to the bedroom, they called out. “Jason, everything’s ready.” they called, and with anxious footsteps Jason wandered into the room. 

The room was lit with candles, there was soft music playing from his significant other’s phone, and there was an array of items on the nightstand next to the bed. Feeling a hand on his mask, it pushed his head to look at his lover. “First step is we get undressed.” they instructed softly before lowering their hand to grasp his and give it a comforting squeeze. Getting up the nerve to do so, Jason first took off his gloves, letting them drop to the floor. Then off came his jacket and his lover smiled, happy that he was willing to try this with them. He loved seeing that smile.

They helped him get undressed once his jacket was off, and once his skin was completely bare they had him lay down on the bed. Once he was laid down, they climbed up over him, sitting on his lap as they looked down at him. “Alright darling, the last thing is your mask.” they said, moving a hand to rest on the material. Reflexively he grabbed their hand and stilled it so they couldn’t take it off, but despite grabbing firmly, he didn’t hurt them. 

“Do you trust me, Jason?” they asked softly as they looked into his eyes. He slowly nodded, but didn’t remove his hand from theirs. Bringing his hand up, they pressed soft kisses to it. “I love you, and I would love to see and appreciate all of you.” they said gently. 

His eyes watered at their tenderness. He had been so luck to find a partner like them. Removing his hand, he closed his eyes and let them take off his mask. He opened them when he heard his lover speak. “There you are. You’re so beautiful Jason.” they said, placing their hands on his face, using their thumb to wipe away a stray tear. Jason noted that their hands were soft.

Once Jason was completely undressed, they got off of him and stood to the side of the bed, untying the ribbon that held the robe shut. It opened and they shrugged the soft garment off, exposing themselves to Jason as much as he exposed himself to them. Jason’s eyes grew wide with shock at how beautiful his lover was with their muscle and their body’s shape, and held his hands out so they could climb on his lap again. They gave a chuckle and eagerly made their way back onto his lap, sitting themselves down on it and his hands immediately resting on their waist to help steady them. 

“Tonight is about getting to know each other’s bodies, Jason. Touch me freely.” they said before moving their hands to rest at his torso as they gaze down at him. His chest and torso were covered in scars from all of the fights he’d been in, but seeing as his lover was able to see his face as beautiful he felt that they’d see his scars as beautiful too. His thoughts were proven to be true when they leaned down and pressed kisses to the scarred flesh.

His hands wandered up their waist, and touched his lover’s chest. He squeezed the flesh there lightly, testing out what to do, and when they gave a soft moan he knew he had done something right. The more he squeezed and massaged their chest the harder their nipples got until they didn’t get any harder, the nubs insistently poking at his hands. Just to test it out, he took one between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it. In return he got a gasp, and looking up at his love’s face he saw that their eyes were bigger. Or, not their eyes, but their pupils. They were wider.

They then ran their hands up to his own chest and started to play with his nipples in return, and he understood what it was they were feeling. It was odd, but he didn’t mind the feeling. He almost enjoyed it. Running his hands down they rested on his lover’s hips, seeing if squeezing those would give his love pleasure too. They moaned when he squeezed their hips, and instinctively moved them to grind against his thigh. His hands gripped them then, stopping their movement and it was then that they realized what they were doing.

“Sorry darling. I got caught up.” they apologized. Relaxing his grip, he gave permission for them to do so again if they wanted. Shaking their head, they moved off of his lap and positioned the both of them so they were both on their sides facing each other. 

“This is for us to get to know each other’s bodies, not about release.” they told him as they let their hands wander again, this time up and down his back. His hands followed suit and wandered up and down their back, stopping respectably at their hips which caused them to chuckle.

“You can touch me down there if you want. You can touch my butt too, I don’t mind.” they recommended. Taking them up on the offer, his hand moved forward and down to touch them where they wanted. His partner gave a pleased sigh at being touched, and he continued to explore, lightly pressing against some things, rubbing against others, all of which seemed to pleasure his lover.

“Can I touch you too Jason?” they asked, gesturing to his cock, which had grown to be half hard due to his exploration. Giving a nod, he watched as they wrapped their hand around his shaft, ran their fingers up and used their thumb to rub at the tip, then move down to fondle his balls. He enjoyed the feeling the touches gave, and he noticed that he got fully hard from it. Jason wondered if this was how his love felt when he touched them. Looking down it certainly seemed that they were also prepared. He knew what sex entailed, but he didn’t know how to go about it or anything like that. But knowing that his partner would be there to help him through the process quelled his anxieties.

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The second night came about two weeks or so after the first. The setup was the same as last time, but as he took off his clothes this time around he wasn’t as anxious about what they’d be doing. He trusted his partner and he knew that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt them either.

“Tonight we’re going to explore hand stuff.” they told him. He tilted his head. Hand stuff?

“It’s like what we did towards the end of our first session, but add more purposeful movement and release.” they explained, seeing that he seemed confused. 

Nodding, they both got into the same position as last night facing each other and laid in the bed. They put their leg up to wrap around his hips, and looked him in the eye. “You ready, honey?” they asked. He nodded again and then pointed to them. Smiling at his thoughtfulness, they nodded too. “I’m ready.”

Together they moved their hands down and started to fondle each other. Rubbing him until he was fully erect, and then starting to pump his shaft. It was large, and while it wasn’t the biggest they’d ever seen it had girth enough to still be very pleasurable. Lucky them, for it would’ve truly been tragic if the previously non-sexual man had been the owner of the perfect penis to be used by no one.

The room was filled with their moans, and the creak of the bed each time Jason bucked his hips into their touch or shifted a bit because of the pleasure they were giving him. “You’re doing so well, Jason. You learn very quickly.” they complimented, and since the mask was off of his face they could see that he was starting to blush under the praise. Potential kink, maybe. Definitely something to be saved for later to try out.

Deciding to spice it up, Jason leaned in and pressed a kiss to his love’s lips as he fondled them and used his thumb to stroke their sensitive spot. Moaning into the kiss, their leg moved higher on his hip and their own movements quickened. Feeling some fluid at his tip, they swirled it over his head and continued to pump him. 

Pulling away from the kiss, he let out a shakey breath as he felt himself clench, almost like a ball of something was building up and coiling. 

“You close, baby?” they asked him, noticing the signs his body was giving them. Jason nodded. Close to what, he didn’t know, but he was definitely close to something.

“Then let me take care of you.” they said before repositioning him onto his back and them straddling his lap again, continuing to stroke him and gazing down at him as they did so. 

The work his love was doing felt good. It felt so good. He didn’t know how long this feeling was going to last for, or what it would lead to, but if it felt anything like this he wasn’t going to complain.

His hands gripped the sheets as he watched his lover finish him off, and suddenly that clenching feeling released, and his eyes widened as pleasure overtook him. If his vocal chords had been in tact he would’ve cried out due to the pleasure he felt.

They stroked him a few more times to lengthen his climax, but when he started to fidget they stopped, instead looking at the white mess he made their hand and his torso. It was a rather impressive amount, but they supposed a first climax would do that. Bringing their hand up to their lips, they licked off some of the cum on it.

Tilting his head as he watched them, he felt both confused and proud. It was his cum that they were tasting, but why? Did it have nutritional value? Maybe it tasted good? He took a finger and ran it through one of the white streaks on his torso before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick...

...before promptly choking on it. He gagged before forcing himself to swallow it and shook his head. His lover chuckled and continued to lap up the cum on their hand. “It’s a flavor you have to get used to before you start to like it.” they said.

Moving his partner to his side again, he then went to work to get them off too. It wasn’t fair for only him to experience pleasure like that, especially when they worked hard to get him there.

“You know Jason, sex doesn’t always have to be a give and take situation. But if you’re so eager to please me, I’ll allow it this time.” they said, resting their now cleaned hand on their stomach as they watched him start to work them over. As the pleasure began, they closed their eyes and tilted their head back a little on the pillow. “There you go baby, just like that.” they complimented, deciding that doing so now while they still had the ability to speak coherent sentences would be best. 

Gasps, sighs, and moans were brought out of their mouth, and Jason lived for hearing them. They were beautiful strewn out on his bed like that, on display for him and only him, and providing him sounds that he didn’t want anybody else to hear ever again. One hand worked them over, and the other moved to help him sit on his knees before running it over his lover’s chest and playing with their nipples like last time. The moan they released was more than enough of a reward to keep doing it, so he did. Leaning down he pressed kisses to his lover’s body, tweaking their nipples and rubbing them the way they liked. 

They wrapped an arm around him to hold onto him as they got closer to climax. “Jason, don’t stop.” they whined. Ha, as if he would when he was bringing them as much pleasure as they gave him. He noticed their breathing quicken, their body twitch and stiffen up, and as they cried out in their climax he saw them fall apart. Jason quickly fell in love with seeing them fall apart, the sight ingrained into his memory as he kept rubbing them without realizing he zoned out.

“Nuh uh. No, stop.” they said, snapping him out of it. As their hand moved down, it stopped his, pulling it away from their genitalia. “It felt amazing, honey, but it’s too much now.” they told him before pulling him in for a kiss.

If sex was going to feel like that, Jason knew that he wasn’t going to be so afraid of it when they ended up going all the way. Especially if it meant that he could make his love feel like that again too.

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Jason’s third night started after he got out of the shower about a week later. He’d gotten bloody and dirty chasing after some campers, and he didn’t want to be seen by his love drenched in the blood and viscera. They deserved better than that. So having gotten out of the shower, now clean everywhere, he had gone into the bedroom to get dressed into some clothes that weren’t ruined. But he was surprised when he saw his love knelt down on the floor facing the doorway waiting for him. 

“Welcome back, honey.” they said with a smile on their face before crawling on all fours to him, sitting back on their knees again and looking up at him as they rested their head on his thigh. Instinctively his hand moved down to rest in their hair, gently petting their head affectionately. “I want to show you something tonight.” they said, to which the petting stopped and his head tilted in curiosity. 

“We’ve gotten to know each other’s bodies, and last time we explored hand stuff. I was thinking tonight I could show you oral stuff.” his lover explained, gently rubbing a hand on his other thigh. His dick twitched at the thought of being pleasured like he had been last week, and he nodded at their suggestion. To which they grinned. “Excellent.”

Getting up, they peeled off the towel he’d been wearing to reveal that he had started to get hard. Bringing him to the bed they had him sit up against the head board with some pillows behind his back so he’d be comfortable. “This makes it easier for me. I don’t get as much jaw pain this way.” they said before trying to move down to prepare him, only to be stopped by a hand on their cheek.

Jason looked at them, concerned when they mentioned pain. Wasn’t sex not supposed to be violent? Why would they be in any pain? Or allow and accept such pain?

Placing a hand over his, they leaned into his touch. “When a person has their mouth open it can cause the muscles there to ache when it’s done for a longer period of time than usual. I haven’t had to keep my mouth open for a while, so my muscles probably won’t like it too much. But I do.” they told him, moving their head to press a kiss to his palm. 

Hearing his partner out, he removed his hand after it was kissed and he rested it at his thigh, allowing them to do as they pleased. Using their hands they pumped his shaft until he was at full mast, then they pressed some kisses to the tip and his shaft. “I’m going to make you feel good Jason, don’t worry. I think you’ll like this.” they said before poking their tongue out and licking the underside of his cock. 

His eyes shut momentarily in pleasure, his dick throbbing under her simple lick. He felt their tongue lick all over his shaft, getting it wet with their saliva. It was an odd but likable feeling, but his eyes popped open as they took him into their mouth, the wet heat sliding down over him feeling really good. Jason looked down at his love, and saw them looking back up at him with his dick in their mouth.

He had to look away.

Oh fuck, was that hot. If he wasn’t careful he could’ve almost climaxed from that. But he didn’t want to embarrass himself --he’d heard a couple of guys from earlier that day mention that girls didn’t like it when guys came too early-- and he knew his lover deserved better than to have him cum early. 

But with them looking like that, it was quite the pressure.

As he looked away, his gaze went back to them when they started to suck. Jason could feel their mouth and throat clench around his cock whenever they would swallow around him, and he moved his hand down to rest on their head. Not guiding, not pulling on their hair, but resting it there. The only sounds in the room were the slurp sounds of sucking, his lover’s pleasured moans, and the creak of the bed as Jason twitched and squirmed in the bed, unable to keep still under their pleasurable torment. 

As he got closer to his climax under their hard work, his hold on their hair would tighten, but he would stop short because he didn’t want to hurt them. Pulling off of his cock to replace the stimulus with their hand, they looked up at him. “You getting close, baby boy?” they asked as his dick throbbed. He nodded and then their lover went back down, sucking him faster and swallowing around him more frequently. 

He felt that feeling building up in his body again with his pleasure almost overpowering him, and this time he was able to recognize it as he went over the edge. Oh fuck, he was cumming!

Jason’s lover swallowed him down as best as they could, and then released him from their mouth before panting and looking up at him still. “How was that?” they asked. 

Moving his hand from their hair and to their back he prompted them to come up to him, to which they followed suit. He then pressed a firm, loving kiss to their lips and held them close to him. As Jason pulled away from the kiss, he panted despite not being the one who was doing all the work, feeling tired. He supposed they must definitely feel tired too. Positioning them down on the bed, he moved over them to return the favor, only to feel a hand on his cheek. 

“It’s alright baby, I don’t need anything tonight. I was happy enough to suck your dick.” they told him. He tilted his head in confusion again. “Not every time needs to be reciprocated. That’s not how a partnership works. Sometimes you do something for fun, or because you want to, not because you expect something in return.” they explained. 

Oh. Alright, if they were sure.

Moving back to their side, he held them close as they curled up to him. “You’re such a good cuddler.” they said as they held each other close.

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The fourth night came after one of their weekly dates. Jason couldn’t be seen by the public for a few reasons, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t make the most of what they could and could not do.

It was a sweet picnic date at the edge of the camp’s property. His love had gone to the market and got some fresh fruits, vegetables, and together they made some steaks and the rest of the food and drink for their picnic. The resulting steak, baked potatoes, side salads, a fruit salad to share, and fresh handmade lemonade with their favorite crushed fruit added to it --his was raspberry, theirs was strawberry-- ended up being perfect. The weather had held up, the spot they picked had a nice view of the water for his partner while also being far enough away from it for him, and as they ate together they fed each other food, snuggled, and then rested on the blanket watching the clouds when they were full and their picnic food left over had been packed up.

It was beautiful. It was perfect. Though anything with his love always would be perfect for him.

Later they watched the sunset for a while before the mosquitoes started to come out. They didn’t bother him, but he knew they bothered his lover, so they both grabbed something --him the basket, them the blanket they rested on-- and they headed back to their cabin. The blanket was set aside to be washed, the leftovers were properly put away, and the basket was placed into the closet on the shelf for next time they decided to have a picnic together.

“I’ll be right back Jason, feel free to get comfortable in the bed.” they said as they took a bundle of fabric he couldn’t distinguish and headed into the bathroom. Doing as he was told he went into the bedroom and started to strip, taking off his jacket, shoes, socks, his shirt, his pants, and leaving on his underwear as he laid back in the bed and waited patiently for his partner to return. 

When they did, his breath was effectively stolen from his lungs. There they were dressed up in some sexy underwear --lingerie, his mind supplied-- that beautifully accentuated their chest, their waist, their hips, and surprisingly of all, their neck. It was shocking just how lovely they looked in their lingerie. 

Seeing his wide eyes, their love chuckled. “See something you like, big boy?” they asked as they confidently strode into the room. Nodding, Jason held out his arms to have them come join him on the bed. Taking a look, they could see how interested he was in them just from this. “Up and alert already, huh? Just from this? You must really like it.” Jason nodded again and helped bring them the rest of the way to his lap. They settled on his lap, and he ran his hands over their waist, leaning in and pressing kisses to their neck and shoulder

He liked the lingerie a lot, but it was them that he loved a lot more. Feeling the vibrations of their quiet laughter under his lips, he felt that they knew that too. They pressed kisses to his shoulder, and once he’d let go of them they pressed a soft and loving kiss to his lips. Placing his hands on their hips he then pulled them closer to his body, craving the touch that only his lover could give, and the feelings that came with them. He felt them settle against his cock and he instinctively bucked up into them with a gasp, the pressure feeling good.

“We’ll get to that soon, baby. First we need to prepare each other.” they said with a soft chuckle. Nodding, Jason moved a hand down to rub at them through the lingerie and help prepare them in the way that he’d learned over their previous times together. His partner sighed in pleasure and moved to pump his cock through his underwear. It felt lovely to have his love pleasure them like that, and knowing that it was preparation for something else --something better-- was exciting. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard and ready, but his love took a little bit longer. Using an arm on his chest to balance themselves, they used the other to grab one of the items that had been around the first night but not used. It was a bottle of clear thick liquid. 

“This is lubricant. Also known as lube. This helps people get wet, and it helps many different types of people in different ways. Some people who have vaginas don’t get wet enough from foreplay alone, so they use lube to help them the rest of the way. Anybody can use lubricant for their ass, and if a person who has a penis wants they can also use lube to help with masturbation. I want you to apply some to me and finger me. Get me ready, Jason.” they instructed as they removed their lingerie bottoms, and he quickly complied. 

Gently taking the tube he squeezed some into his other hand, running the clear gel around his fingers to get used to the feeling before bringing his lubed hand down to their entrance and carefully prodding it with one of his fingers, entering his finger til the base knuckle. His lover gave a quiet moan at feeling his finger fit into them, his finger bigger and reaching more than their own. “Move it in and out.” they directed, and he did as they told him. Pumping his finger into and out of them, they clenched around his finger and asked for him to put a second one in. He did so and they moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of them, and the feeling of them pumping in and out of their body. “Fuck, just like that.” they said as they continued to use their own hand to pump his shaft to keep it hard and interested. 

Jason took a moment to add some more lube before putting in a third finger, and opened his love up for him. They let out a pleasured whine and squeezed his cock tight enough for Jason to tilt his head back in a silent groan. 

“O-Okay, I’m ready. Please honey, let me have it.” they begged. Lifting his love off of him, they stripped of the top of their lingerie, and Jason lifted his hips enough to slide his underwear down and off of him. They got back on the bed and on top of him when they were ready, and Jason held onto their hips as they hovered over him. “Just one more thing.” they said before reaching over and tearing off a foil package, opening it up to reveal a rubber thing. 

“This is a condom. Useful for preventing the spread of most sexually transmitted infections, preventing most pregnancies, and also good for containing cum for personal preference of not having it be inserted into the body.” they explained as they slid it onto his cock. “Are you ready?”

Jason pulled them close and pressed a kiss to their lips, and taking that as permission his love slid down and speared themselves on his cock. They both sighed into each other’s mouths at the feeling, and they pressed kisses to each other’s faces as they adjusted to it. Once his partner was ready they started to ride him. It was a slow start due to his size and their lack of intercourse, but with a little bit of time they were able to ride him without much fear of pain or straining themselves. 

They slide up and down on his cock, using their hands on his chest to balance themselves as they worked the both of them over. He couldn’t moan, groan, or cry out, but he could let out sighs, and his breath could hitch, and it was those signs plus the physical and visible ones that allowed his partner to know that they were really affecting him with their work. His grip on their hips tightened, wanting to provide them pleasure like they were giving him.

“If you’d like, you can buck your hips now.” they offered, and as per usual he followed their direction. As they rode him, they moaned as he bucked his hips up and into them. At first it was quick and sporatic, but then he managed to start to fuck into them at the same rhythm as they rode him. Letting out a moan they clenched around him, starting to feel the coil in their body tighten. Jason moved a hand down at the apex of their thighs and started to work them over. 

“Unh, fuck babe.” they moaned, continuing to ride him. Huffing a bit, he thrust up into them quicker, trying to keep the rhythm while bringing them closer to their release. His cock throbbed at the thought of being able to have them cum around him, and his own body clenched a bit as he fucked into them. 

The feeling continued to course through his partner’s body, and they whined his name to warn him that they were close. Fuck yes, he wanted to see them fall apart again. Show him just how beautiful, how amazing they looked while crying out his name as they came. His wait ended and he got exactly what he wanted within a few more minutes when they clenched around his cock and came with a cry of his name on their lips. 

Fuck they were gorgeous like this. Continuing to fuck into them, he removed his hand from their sensitive genitalia and placed it back on their hip. He loved hearing their voice as they came, and it made him wish that he could do the same so his lover could enjoy the same sensations from hearing it as he did. But unfortunately his vocal chords were physically ruined and unable to be fixed.

His love was a hard worker in many things, and sex wasn’t an exception. They continued to ride them despite their sensitivity, and before long it had been their whines, their beauty, and their oversensitivity that caused him to cum.

It was so much better now than when he’d come from their hand.

Tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, he came into the condom, bucking his hips up into his partner as it shot out of him and into the rubber contraceptive. He settled a few moments later and pulled his lover off of his cock, his body shuddering from oversensitivity as he did. They helped him take off the condom, tied off the one end, then let it drop onto the floor to be dealt with later.

Jason pulled them down to lay down on him, his arms going around their waist and holding them close, his eyes still closed however this time in bliss.

Some time later --he didn’t know how long or short the time was-- his lover spoke. “We need to clean up.” they said, sounding tired and lacking the desire to actually do so.

He lifted his hand and pat their back once with his fingers splayed out. Five.

Five more minutes.

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Things had been pretty hectic the past few weeks unfortunately. Some campers came into the camp, but these weren’t the same run of the mill campers Jason had been used to killing off. These ones were much more prepared for something to go wrong, and it gave their mask wearing lover a harder challenge. In the end he’d gotten them, the police who responded to the panicked call, and only one person had escaped. But Jason had been injured extensively in the process. 

Once it was all over, his love had taken time to take care of him and make him better. Cleaning his wounds despite the fact that he could do that all on his own, making sure he was comfortable, making him food, checking his traps and doing the rotations --that one took a lot of convincing and a burn at his pride when he could barely get to the cabin’s front door to do it himself-- and it was at times like this that he was very grateful to have his love with him. 

But now he was fully healed, quickly under their care, and he wanted to help spoil them. 

They had been cooking some vegetables and meat for a stir fry when they felt him wrap his arms around their waist. Gently holding onto his arm, they slightly leaned back into his body, enjoying the feeling of his touch. “Mmm, hello honey.” they said before opening their eyes again and using a spatula to stir the food so it wouldn’t stick or burn. Jason moved his head down to press kisses to their face and neck, causing them to giggle. “The food will be ready in about another ten minutes.” they said. 

That was fantastic, but he wanted them now.

Pressing firmer kisses to their neck, he then playfully sucked at it a few times. His partner arched their back a bit, accidentally pressing their ass against his dick. He bucked lightly against their ass, and they gave a soft moan before sighing. “Alright, I suppose dinner can wait a bit longer.” they said as they turned off the stove and moved the pan to an unused burner before turning around and looking at Jason.

He smiled as he picked them up, their legs wrapping around his waist as he carried them to their bedroom. “Jason! What’s going on with you?” they asked with a laugh as he playfully dropped them onto the bed, causing them to bounce a bit.

Grabbing a notebook at the bedside table and a pen he wrote them a note and handed the book over.

I want to spoil you tonight. You’ve been amazing to me and I want to thank you for it.

“Aww, that’s sweet Jason. Come here.” they said, setting the notebook aside. Getting into the bed over them, he pressed kisses to their cheeks, their lips, and their neck. Meanwhile his partner ran their hands over his body and started to strip him of his clothing. The jacket came off, then the shirt. They kissed his chest and ran their hands over his torso before pulling him closer to give him a proper mind melting kiss. 

Pulling away Jason helped them get undressed. Everything came off and was tossed away to reveal his love’s body. He also took off his pants and underwear before rejoining them on the bed, moving to massage their limbs, their chest, and kissing the places he massaged after he was done with the area. “Mmm, Jason you’re going to make me melt if you keep this up.” they commented, causing Jason to give a silent chuckle before he moved onto the next area. Massaging to relax them, and pressing kisses to the flesh to excite them. 

Once he’d done so with every inch of their body, he pumped himself a few times to make sure he was still fully hard before going into preparing his lover. Grabbing the lube he lubed up a couple fingers before also lubing up his love’s entrance, sticking the fingers inside once he was ready and they seemed to be too. They moaned and watched as he fucked his fingers in and out of them, stretching them out and making sure they would be ready for him.

It seemed that he had gone on with the preparation for a bit too long because they continued to squirm under him and whined that they needed him now.

That was something he could definitely do. 

Grabbing a condom, opening the package and sliding the rubber on his cock, he tossed the packaging aside and moved over his love, face to face and looking into each other’s eyes. He tilted his head, letting his cock press against their entrance but not going in. Jason needed to know.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

And that was all he needed. He pushed himself inside and held onto their hip with one hand as he fully entered them. They moaned under him, it having been a bit of time and finally getting some relief. After they adjusted he began to move, and they clung onto him as he began to find a rhythm and their hips bucked into his to help them both gain pleasure. 

He sucked on their neck as he thrust, the instinct too strong to do otherwise. The resulting clench certainly wasn’t an opposition to it either. Neither were the curses or the way they said his name. Moving their leg higher on his hip he kept up with his pace, holding onto them as he worshiped their body, their mind, their everything that made them who they were and allowed for him to partake in their kindness and love. 

He felt them clench around him and started to recognize the signs of them being close to orgasm. Keeping his pace he pressed a kiss to their lips and it was the last straw for them, crying out into his mouth as they came on him. Continuing to thrust, he pulled away from the kiss and instead gazed down at the visage of his love’s face, eyes glazed over with orgasm, their cheeks flushed, and their mouth open and gasping lightly for breath. 

Their eyes cleared a few minutes later, or at the very least had more sentience to them and they made contact with his. His body started to shake a bit under their gaze, the look of adoration and love proving to be too much for his body. He’d never been so loved like this, and knowing that it was his partner who was giving him such a look and helping him find a new way to express his love for them was overwhelming in the best way. 

With a silent cry he climaxed into the condom, thrusting a few more times before settling. He pulled out of them, removed the condom, tied it off and left it on the bedside table before moving to his lover’s side and pulling them close to snuggle. 

“That was amazing Jason. You’ve truly learned a lot.” they complimented as they nuzzled their face into his chest. He used a hand and drew hearts on their back as a silent I love you.

“I love you too Jason. So much.” they replied as they laid there taking in each other’s presence.

It was about ten minutes later that he remembered something. Grabbing the notebook and pen, he wrote something down. 

Food?

They laughed and nodded, kissing his cheek. “Yeah, we’ll get cleaned up and them we can finish dinner.”

#four times reader initiated #one time Jason did #jason voorhees #reader #jason voorhees x reader #safe sane consensual #there is no aftercare with Jason #just care all around #care before during and after #friday the 13th #gender neutral reader #third person perspective while remaining gender neutral was a bit of a challenge and one I hope I did right

[f1nalboys]

OKAYOKAY PLOT TWIST BECAUSE WHEN STU KILLS READER MADE ME CRY-

What if reader survived??? Would Billy send Stu to finish the job or would Stu not listen to Billy :0¿

Like, reader still loves him so much that didn't tell the cops that Stu was Ghostface

What would happen in that case?? SORRY I'M JUST SO--- YOUR WRITING GETS TO MY HEART EACH TIME 🛐🛐🛐

okay so i decided to go with a little headcanon set up with this instead of a full blown fic, i hope that's all right! i really liked writing this though :,) gotta love some angst

continuation of this post as well as stu’s perspective. TW for both, dark subject matter in both! take care of yourselves first please!

WORD COUNT: 799

WARNINGS: mentions of murder/death, ptsd, toxic/abuse relationship, lots of conflicting emotions, etc etc

So if you somehow survived that, I honestly think both Stu and Billy would be completely dumbfounded. 

Stu would take it the hardest because he could feel you die and you hadn't? AND you had seen his face?

Neither of them would know what to do, tbh

This has never happened before! The only other people who saw their faces were Casey and Sidney, both of whom died. 

Billy would go see you first, just to test the waters and see what you remembered

If you brought up Stu being ghostface you’d see his face change and you’d get that sick ‘I just fucked up’ feeling in your stomach

But, in this case, you don’t

You just say you can’t remember who it was

Billy doesn’t believe you but it’s not like Stu can avoid you forever; it would look way to suspicious

So, after a shit ton of convincing (and a little bit of threatening) Stu finally visits you in the hospital

He’d be terrified but he wouldn’t have Billy with him; he needed to make sure you really didn’t remember it

You’d greet him and after a few minutes you’d ask him something

“Why’d you do it?”

He would nearly shit his pants, seriously

“Do what, baby?” He’d ask you but his eyes were wide and he kept shifting in his seat so you knew he knew what you were talking about.

“I didn’t tell anyone, Stu. I… despite everything, I love you. It’s fucked up and I know that, but I do. The last thing I want is for you to get in trouble.”

He’d break down immediately 

He almost killed you and you kept him safe. Lied to the police, to Billy, about who had done it just to cover his ass. 

You’d shush him, hold him in your arms, and comfort him

Little ironic, really, considering what put you in that damn hospital.

“M’sorry, Y/N. So sorry, please forgive me,” He would beg, his tears soaking your shirt

What else could you do but oblige?

You still don’t know that Billy had anything to do with it, though, so he has to fight with himself over whether he should tell you.

Billy was adamant on finishing the job, just a few people left, but Stu wasn’t sure he wanted to

Not after you

I think he would probably talk with Billy about everything in an attempt to convince him that you should know the full truth

Which I doubt would go over well

Billy thinks it’s too risky (plus, if you decide to change your mind about protecting them, he is not willing to go down for it)

If Stu decides to tell you anyways it would 100% create a rift between the boys and Billy would probably come to resent you

Stu would be extremely apologetic, waiting on you hand and foot when you get out of the hospital to the point where it’s almost suffocating.

Even if you reassure that you’re alright and you forgive him, he’ll still walk on eggshells around you

Billy will avoid you regardless of if you know about his involvement

You’d have to prove your loyalty to Billy for him to begin to show you a tiny semblance of trust and it still wouldn’t be a lot

The only thing keeping Billy from dropping you on your ass is the fact that you could tell the police about him and Stu

And killing you is way too risky, especially after you covered for them like you did. He doesn’t want to try to kill you and fuck up like Stu did because that would guarantee you telling on the

So, you’re kept alive

Stu is happy, of course, and he does everything he can to make it up to you

Billy isn’t as happy but he does love you, so he warms back up to you and tries to treat you a bit better

You still won’t be told about their plans (because Billy and Stu are going to finish what they started, of course)

But every time you hear on the news about another killing you have to avoid the boys’ eyes for a bit

You definitely have PTSD; You almost got killed by your boyfriend

Which, again, makes Stu feel even more guilty

Billy will occasionally bring up the idea of finishing you off to Stu but each time Stu shuts him down

He’ll even ignore the other man if that’s what it takes because he is not hurting you again, not if he can help it

But there is no way you’re ever leaving them now

You know about them and you have a good reason to tell the police about them, so you have to stay where they can watch you

Good luck

#s1mping4slashers masterlist #s1mping4slashers answers #s1mping4slashers works #s1mping4slashers writing #billy loomis #stu macher #poly!ghostface #poly!ghostface x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x stu macher #billy x stu x reader #angst #scream #scream 1996 #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher fic #slasher imagine #slasher x y/n #slasher oneshot #slasher headcanons

[f1nalboys]

Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized! 

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[f1nalboys]

Please, ma'am. remember that poly ghostface fic you did. where stu died? please, can we get a snapshot of stu's inner thoughts about the reader both during the relationship and after your death???? it seemed like he had strong feelings for you and billy pressured him to kill someone he really didnt want to :(. please i love you.

this is so,,, SAD. i loved it. thank you for requesting this and i hope you enjoy! this is a semi continuation of this post (you should read it if you havent so this makes a bit more sense lol)

WORD COUNT: 1633

WARNINGS: murder, suicide, domestic abuse (if you squint?), stu's thoughts on the murder as well as his last moments, just overall sad. gore as well.

Stu wasn’t sure what he should do. He loves Billy, but he also loves you. Of course, you were different from Billy; you were innocent. Completely unaware of what secrets your sweet, wholesome, brave boyfriends had done. What they were hiding from you.

He remembers how scared you were when you had visited him in the hospital. Remember how swollen your face was, how you had sobbed into his chest talking about how worried you had been about him. You thought he had been stabbed by a maniac, almost killed along with 5 other people. Little did you know.

He was sitting in the car with Billy waiting for you to leave. He knew he had to kill you. It was a part of the plan! He had agreed to it when Billy had brought it up, and had planned out the details for hours. He knew how to get away with it; he had done it before. So why was he feeling so sick?

“Alright, they just left. Go inside.” Billy said, nudging Stu before pulling his phone from his pocket. He didn’t even look at Stu as he exited the car which was good; Stu isn’t sure how much his face would give away.

The minute he’s in the apartment he locks the door behind him and pulls the costume from his bag, slipping it on. It was a second skin at this point, the knife being an extension of his hand. It felt comfortable, natural. But right now, as he was crouched inside the closet, staring at the front door through the crack, he could feel the sweat on his palms. The knife was slipping from his gloved hands as if he had never held it before.

You walk in, humming the tune of one of your favorite songs, and Stu can feel his heart begin to race. This wasn’t because he was excited, thrilled, at the thought of gutting you. No, it was something different. Something… unsavory. He didn't want to do it.

The thought occurred to him when you sat down on the couch, flipping the tv on and putting your feet up on the coffee table. Stu smiles despite the bile rising in his throat; Billy always got on your case about doing that and you always did it when he was gone. Maybe it was to spite him.

Stu opens the closet, pulling his mask down over his face. His eyes didn’t leave you. You had no idea what was waiting behind you. The noise from the TV masks his footsteps and, before you can register what’s going on, his gloved hand wraps around your mouth, forcing you to the couch, and the knife plunges into your stomach. The sound of your scream is muffled as he repeats the action.

The sound of the blade sinking into your flesh nearly makes him vomit. You were struggling against him, your tears hot against your skin. Stu grabs the remote, which had landed next to you, and turns the volume up to a nearly deafening level. He knew the neighbors wouldn’t say anything; they’d just assume it was to cover the sound of sex.

Stu’s hand leaves your mouth and he hops over the couch, replacing his hand before you could get out more than a squeak. He towers over you, the grip on your face bruising, and all you could do was sit there. Each time you struggled against him your stomach erupted into pain that filled your vision with white.

You were completely and utterly helpless.

Stu’s grip on the knife was tight. He was scared he would drop it from how fucking sick he felt. You squeeze your eyes shut as the knife rises and you let out another muffled scream when you feel it dig into your stomach yet again. You knew what was happening. You were dying. You were being killed by an asshole dressed up like the person who had butchered your friends. Who had almost killed one of the loves of your life.

Getting a rush of adrenaline, you stand, launching yourself at the masked assailant, ignoring the pain that was begging you to stop. You take him by surprise, sending him back onto the coffee table, shattering it under him. You were on top of him, gasping from the effort, and he wastes no time, flipping you over.

You push at him, hitting him in the face, the chest, the arms, anywhere you can. It didn’t seem to affect him. He punches you, your nose making a sick cracking nose, and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. The knife was in his other hand. His knee comes down to press on your stomach, right under the knife, and you yelp.

You didn’t want to fight anymore. The pain was almost unbearable and you just wanted whoever this was to finish the fucking job. But the thought of Billy and Stu coming home to find you was worse. You can feel the grip on your wrists loosen and your hand comes up and yanks at the mask of your murderer. If you were going to die you were going to see who was doing it. Stu claws at your hand, attempting to get it from your grasp, but it’s too late. His mask falls, landing onto the floor with a thud.

Your eyes widen. No. It couldn’t be. You want this to be a bad dream, want to wake up and be in between Stu and Billy, but the look on his face tells you it’s not a dream. It’s not a nightmare. It was real. Stu was killing you. His hand falls from your lips and he falls to the side, the knife ripping out of your gut.

“S-Stu? Why?” You don’t scream. You don’t yell for help, or beg for him to stop. All you can do is repeat his name like a mantra, your voice getting quieter and quieter with each passing moment. Your breathing was laboured and all you wanted to do was close your eyes. To go to sleep.

“Y/N…” His hand, glove soaked in your blood, reaches up to rest on your cheek. You don’t flinch. You lean into his touch, a sob escaping your lips, and you close your eyes. You replace his name with a single question: Why? You repeat it even as your body goes limp, opening your eyes one final time before letting go.

You were gone.

For the next hour and a half, Stu sits there. He stares at you, his mind foggy. Your voice was swirling around him, the look of betrayal flashing by with each blink. Your final moments were etched into his brain, dug into his skin with the very knife that had caused it.

In a trance, he grabs his mask and knife, ripping his eyes from you as he steps over your corpse. Your eyes were still open, staring into the emptiness. He changes, putting his costume into his bag, and he leaves. He turns the tv down a bit, careful not to track anything out of the apartment, and walks down to Billy. The rest is a blur.

Billy knew he was off. Stu wouldn’t talk to him, and when he did it was short. He was staring off into space often, couldn’t focus on Billy, and had completely given up on finishing the plan. Stu knew Billy was getting angry, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. You were haunting him, plaguing his dreams and thoughts.

It all came to a head when he was looking through your things. He and Billy had gotten a new apartment and your items had been in boxes since the move. Billy had pushed for Stu to get rid of everything, but he couldn’t bear to. He knew it was selfish, especially after what he did, but he couldn’t throw everything out.

The t-shirt is what did it. It brought back the memories of that night, of how much fun you were. How much you loved Stu and how much he loved you. It was a rare instance of time spent away from Billy and that’s what made it so fucking hard to look at.

He blew up on Billy. Accused him of not caring about him, about using him for his own sick pleasure, and Billy hit him. It was the first time he had ever done something like that and the look on Billy’s face revealed something to Stu. He knew Billy was evil; he was too. That’s why they worked. They were both fucked up.

But there was something darker in Billy’s eyes that day and Stu realized he didn’t want any part of it anymore. Billy left and Stu knew what he wanted to do. What he needed to do.

It was an agonizingly slow process. He wrote a letter to Billy. In it, he wrote everything he was feeling; about how angry he was at the both of them, how he never should have killed you, how despite his love for Billy, his actions had overridden that. By the end of it he was crying. He put the note into a box of his things.

Then he wrote the note for the cops. The one taking the blame for everything that had happened; Woodsboro, the college killings, you. Everything was his doing. No matter how much he hated Billy right now, he still loved him. And then he took the pills.

The minute he finished taking them and his brain began to get hazy, he curled up in bed and closed his eyes. He thought of you. Your eyes were the last thing that crossed his mind before he slipped away.

He wondered if he would meet you again.

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[f1nalboys]

So "He wondered if theyll meet again" dang how about Stu and Reader meeting again in the afterlife (or Dbd verse if youre familiar). Maybe some fluffy angst 👀👀👀👀👀👀

you always know where to hit me, dont you?? this is a pretty short one but i hope thats alright! i hope you enjoy!!

this is a semi continuation to the ending as well as stu's perspective (and the alternate ending lol) major tw for all three, please read warnings!

WORD COUNT: 784

WARNINGS: suicide mention, murder mention, guilt, implication of heaven and hell, they're kind of in purgatory?

Stu wakes up to the sound of carnival music. His head is killing him, the sounds of kids laughing and the chattering of the passersby not helping. He was on a bench outside the funhouse, a plate of funnel cake beside him. “Wha-?” When he looks down, he see’s that he’s wearing the ‘I’m Stupid’ shirt he had gotten at a carnival with you.

“Hey there, sleepy-head!” Stu turns and sees you walking up to him, a bright smile on your face, an ice cream cone in hand, ‘I’m With Stupid’ t-shirt on. You sit besides him, tossing your legs over his. “You’ve been passed out on the bench for the last few minutes.”

“Oh. Sorry,” He says, his heart hammering inside his chest. Everything that had happened came rushing back to him; the murders, the planning, your death, stu’s death. He shouldn’t be here. He should be in hell, tormented forever with the memory of what he did. But when you smile at him, he realizes that this might be worse than hell.

A reminder of what he had lost.

“No need to apologize. You feelin’ better?” He nods, looking away from you in an attempt to calm down. Maybe it was all a dream. A sick, disgusting, awful dream. “Stu? Baby?” You place your hand on his shoulder and he jumps, forcing out a laugh when you look at him with worry.

He throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into him, something that feels unnatural now. “I’m all good, babe. Just dreamed something weird, I guess. Must’ve been the food.”

“What did you dream about?” You ask, licking your ice cream. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, elbowing him slightly. You wait for him to speak.

He sighs, taking a bite of his food. “It was just… I did something to you. You know, not a good thing.” He watches your face carefully, unsure of if he should continue.

“That you killed me.”

You didn’t ask him, you said it. His eyebrows furrow and he watches as your face flashes with anger for just a second. What the fuck. “Uhm, what?” You roll your eyes, taking another bite of your ice cream. Stu looks around to see that the carnival was empty, save for you too, the colors more muted, the music distorted. “What the fuck?”

When he turns to look at you, your hand snakes around his waist, pulling him into you. “You killed me, baby. And then you died. It’s why we’re here.” Stu makes a noise of confusion, tears burning at his eyes as he snuggles into you more, breathing in your scent. “I’ve been here for a bit. Waiting.”

“Y/N… fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, babe.” Your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him as he cries. You’ve had plenty of time to deal with what happened, and the rest of the time has been looking over Stu. He was struggling, that much was certain, and when he had taken those pills you had been begging for him to stop. It had fallen on deaf ears. “You’re alright, I’m here.”

He sits up, sniffling, his eyes bloodshot. “You… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry. And now you’re fucking stuck here with me…”

“M’not stuck here, Stu. I could have left anytime I wanted.” You place a kiss on his cheek, grinning when he leans into your touch. “I saw how you were after… you dealt with enough hurt then, I don’t see the need to add on to it. C’mon, let’s go on a ride.” When you had walked past the bench and saw Stu on it, you knew that you were supposed to judge him. Forgive him if you’d like, or send him to hell. It was an easy decision.

You stand, holding your hand out for him and he takes it. He trails behind you as you lead him to the Ferris Wheel, people gradually beginning to show up again, the colors becoming more vibrant with each step. He could feel the guilt leaving his body the longer you held onto him.

The two of you step onto the Ferris Wheel cart, settling into each other's side. “Why did you forgive me?” His voice was quiet, nearly incomprehensible, and you sigh.

“I don’t know. I was mad, at first. Really mad. But seeing how you were after? It felt like you got beat down more than enough. I love you, and I always will.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, looking at you and leaning in. Your lips touch and the memories of what he did are gone. All he knows is you.

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[f1nalboys]

Could I ask for hcs on what it would be like snuggling/cuddling with (og) Myers, Bo (tehe), Brahms, and Asa (if you’ll write for him)

😳👉👈 could it be slightly nsfw? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thank youuuu!

hiiii >:) i hope you like this!!! it's not super nsfw besides a few mentions of it so sorry for that :(

WORD COUNT: 753 (all four)

WARNINGS: da boys being horn dogs, that's it lol

MICHAEL MYERS

Out of all of the slashers (besides Asa, they might be tied there,) he’s the hardest one to get to cuddle with you

He just isn’t a huge fan of cuddling and shit

Plus I have a hc that he runs hot so snuggling while trying to sleep is a no go

When he’s cold, sick, or tired that’s your best bet

So, assuming he’s tired and on the couch, he’ll let you snuggle into him

And he miiiight let you wrap your arms around him

Now, if you attempt to sit on him, even if you’re doing it in an innocent way, he’s going to take it sexually

He is No Longer tired lmao

Good time to cuddle is when he makes you ride him while facing him lol

In bed, he’s going to get horny way faster than any other place just because he’s going to be the big spoon and your butt is going to be on his dick and come ON he’s only human

If you’re cuddling purley for some sexy times, he’s a solid 9/10. A 3/10 for normal, fun, wholesome cuddling though

BO

IDC what anyone says my man loves cuddling/snuggling

He wouldn’t ever admit it but he does

We all know he’s handsy so I don’t see that going away just because you’re alone

In fact, it is going to increase tenfold

In the beginning cuddling will 100% lead to sex

He isn’t used to a relationship that isn’t based around sex so he just assumes that’s what you want

But one day it’s gonna click that yes, he wants to hold you, but no, he doesn’t wanna fuck you right now

And he might have a mid-life crisis thinking somethings wrong with him

But he likes being close to you, being able to touch you and know you’re there, being able to smell you

Especially at night!!!!! Oh my god

BE THE BIG SPOON!!!! BULLY THIS MAN INTO DROPPING THE TOXIC MASCULINITY SHIT SO HE CAN BE HELD IM BEGGING YOU

But anyways

10/10 IDC he’s big enough to kind of envelope you if hes the big spoon and small enough for you to be comfortable when youre the big spoon

And he does really sweet soft shit when he’s snuggling with you (especially if hes sick because hes a big fucking baby)

BRAHMS

You’d have a harder time trying to get Brahms to not cuddle you

Very needy and clingy, attached to your hip basically

It’s a 50/50 chance on whether or not its going to lead to sex

He lovesssss holding you but he likes fucking you all the same!

Just depends on how he’s feeling that day tbh

Loves being the little spoon because he likes when you hold him

Will cuddle into you on the couch and want you to play with his hair

It’s when he’s the big spoon that you have to worry about the man just pulling your pants down and fucking you

A big part of the relationship is just holding him/him holding you lol

8/10, a little too hairy for my taste because I know if I lay my head on his chest some of his hair will get in my mouth :-(

ASA

The worst just next to Michael

He doesn’t see the need for it

Honestly, the relationship is purely sexual (and maaaaayyyybe romantic the longer you are with him) and that’s only if you met him outside of his, er, extracurricular activities

I don’t see him wanting to/being alright with cuddling someone he kidnapped and held captive

The only way you’re ‘cuddling’ him in that case is if he’s making you ride him

And that probably won’t be likely

(He has control issues the little bastard)

Now, in a relationship relationship

He is probably the type to get mad when you ask to snuggle but oblige and hold it over your head

‘Why do you want to cuddle again? We did that yesterday, don’t you want to do something that I WANT to do???’ like ok we can sit on the couch and watch a bug documentary jesus

A little stiff when he does cuddle you

Big spoon only

Also the type to get mad if you want to be the big spoon because uhm???? He’s the man???? Big man??? Strong???

4/10 lol and that’s pushing it.

Doesn’t always lead to sex but thats because by that point he’d probably be annoyed LMFAO

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[f1nalboys]

OKAY OKAY How about Billy's perspective during the events of the first story. His thoughts on the Reader, his thoughts on finding Stu, his thoughts on the Reader after theyre gone, any regret or guilt? Just his thoughts in general? Asdfghjkl

SO SORRY THIS TOOK AS LONG AS IT DID D: but I didn't do a full fledged fic for this which i hope is alright and i hope you enjoy this !!!!

the ending (poly!ghostface x gn!reader, angst) masterlist

WORD COUNT: 581

WARNINGS: death mention, murder mention, billy loves stu more than us :(, basic angst.

When Billy first met you, he definitely thought you were interesting

Stu was the one who really wanted to get to know you (Billy boy’s got trust issues what can I say) so in the beginning he was not really trying to get close to you, both physically and emotionally

Now, after a while, he definitely starts to change how he feels from mild annoyance to an actual sense of like

I see him being jealous at first because of how much Stu likes you but he comes around eventually, especially if you met them before they planned on killing. Agreeing to kill a bunch of people with your boyfriend kind of cements the fact that they love you a whole bunch

So lets skip forwards a bit and say this is after the Woodsboro killings, where this whole thing started; the hospital

Before that, Billy loved you. He didn’t even consider an alternative to his love, but after Stu nearly died? He realized something

While he loved you, he was in love with Stu. If it came to choosing between the two of you, he was picking Stu with 0 hesitation.

I think that’s really the turning point for him in his feelings towards you

The more you hung around them and doted on them, the more annoyed he found himself getting

When Stu suggested starting back up, he didn’t want to simply because he didn’t want anything to happen to Stu. When he was in the hospital, unsure of if Stu was going to make it or not, he realized that Stu was a lifeline for him and his sanity.

He considered how he would feel if you were gone and he realized that while yes, he would be sad if you were gone, he could survive, could move on and continue what he was doing. He wouldn’t be able to do that if it were Stu

When he suggested you as a possible victim, he hadn’t really thought it through. All he knew was that it’d be a good cover for them, especially since you had survived Woodsboro

Seeing Stu all angry and sad about your death angered him

Why was he mourning YOU? Why wasn’t he focused on the plan like Billy was? His abandonment and trust issues bubble up again, especially after the initial confrontation between the two of them

It was a betrayal in Billy’s eyes, especially when Stu accused him of not caring about him because fuck, he was doing this for Stu!

Coming home and finding Stu was the beginning of the end, really

His literal biggest fucking fear came true and he is absolutely blaming himself. And after he finds the note addressed to him from Stu? It rips him apart.

When he thinks back on everything, he just has a lot of regret but he isn’t able to pinpoint it specifically. Obviously he regrets how he dealt with Stu at the end, but he isn’t sure if he regrets killing you

If you were alive, Stu would be too. So in the end I’d say he regrets killing you but not because of genuine regret

So overall yes he loved you, at one point, but towards the end his love for Stu really ended up trumping his love for you. And towards the end he grows some resentment for you because of how hard Stu was taking your death

Sorry Billy you little bastard maybe you shouldn’t have killed us 🙄

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[f1nalboys]

i’m back again with a request this time!

how about shy!randy with a future fem s/o (or whatever is most comfortable) who starts to work at the video store with him and they’re both socially awkward and he’s all nervous trying to teach her the way around the place and it’s just CUTE

(i love all your randy writings btw he is so underrated and you write him perfectly!!)

AHHH you're so sweet :,) I'm really glad you think so! i hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 951

WARNINGS: fluff babey

When Randy saw you talking with his manager, wearing a uniform, he nearly shit his pants. He had seen you around school a few times and heard from a passing group of kids that you were new. Not that he had been listening in on their conversation, of course, because that would be totally weird and he is not weird.

He clears his throat, pretending to fix the shelves when he sees you and his manager, Henry, begin to walk towards him. “Randy,” Henry calls and Randy turns, acting surprised at seeing the two of you. “This is Y/N, we hired her yesterday. I gotta run so I need you to train her.”

“What? I mean, yes, sure, it’s just… I’ve never trained anyone.” His manager shrugs, tossing him the keys for the store and leaves without another word. Randy sighs, grinning when you laugh. He really liked the sound of that. “So, Y/N, welcome to the wonderful hell-hole that is the Woodsboro Movie Rental Store.”

“Seems like paradise,” You tease and he laughs, feeling heat spread across his cheeks. The store was empty, it being a Tuesday and all, so Randy wasn’t really sure where to start. “So… what am I supposed to do?”

He sighs, looking around the store, asking himself the same damn question. “That is a good question… here, you can help me put the movies back from the cart.” You nod and follow, trailing behind him. “So, it’s pretty simple. You pick up a movie, look at the genre, go to that section, and place it wherever the hell you think it belongs.”

“Shouldn’t it be in alphabetical order?”

Randy shrugs. “Yeah, it’s supposed to be, but I refuse to spend time doing all that just for some snot-nosed kid to come in and fuck it all up.” You snort, grabbing a movie off of the cart. He peers over you and grins: The Howling. “So, where do you think this goes?”

“Well, assuming you don’t have a dedicated werewolf section, I’d say horror.” You look at him, eyebrows raised and he claps. You take a bow, walking to the horror section, which was to your right, and you take just a second to look at the titles. “Here, I’ll place it next to Arizona Werewolf.”

“Good job! You’re almost a natural.” You elbow him lightly as you pass by and his breath hitches in his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut, annoyed at himself. Nice one Randy, get all flustered because a chick elbowed you! “Alright, now for the hard part.”

Randy walks you to the register and presents it. “This old beaut is named Betty. She’s been kicking for the last 12 years, which is 90 in electronic years, and she works about 30% of the time.” You laugh and nod, waiting for him to continue. “So, we’re gonna run through an old-fashioned fuck up so you know what to do when it inevitably happens.”

The next four hours is, honestly, the most fun Randy’s had during a shift in a long time. Like, a long time. He teaches you how to do transactions, how to get Betty to work again, he shows you where all of the cleaning supplies are as well as other copies of movies and where you have to mark the movies rented.

“Well, I think that’s it. You did good, kid.” Randy says, clapping you on the back a little harder than he meant to. You jolt forward and he sucks in a breath, his face showing his embarrassment. “Shit, sorry. Meant that to be softer.”

“It’s alright, kid,” You tease, standing next to him as he locks up the store. He spins the key ring on his finger and shoves it in his pocket like they do with guns in those old Wild West movies your dad made you watch. “So, I actually had a question for you.”

He raises an eyebrow as you and he begins to walk to your cars, which were the only two left in the parking lot. “Yeah? And what would that be?”

“Do you wanna get something to eat with me?” Randy nearly chokes on his own saliva. You giggle and he clears his throat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Totally… when do you wanna do that, exactly?”

“Tonight? If you’re free, of course,” You say, turning away from him, embarrassed. What if he had something to do? Then you would have put yourself out there for no reason.

You reach your car, which Randy forced you to let him walk you too, and he grins. “Yeah, that works for me. Kind of free all the time. Not in like, a loser way…” His face heats up again as you laugh but he can’t help but smile. It was clear you weren’t laughing at him, but rather with him. “I’ll meet you at Sunny’s, you know where that is?”

You nod and, in a rare moment of confidence, you pull him in for a quick hug. You release him and get in your car before he even has time to react but you can just barely make out the grin spreading across his face. He waves as you pull out of the parking lot and walks to his car, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

He gets in, closing the door and rests his head against his seat. “Shit. I gotta date.” The thought makes him laugh; who would have thought Horror Movie Randy would get a date with the new girl? Not him, that’s for sure. He turns his car on and turns the radio up, singing the entire way to the restaurant.

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[f1nalboys]

Would you, uh, be willing to do the NSFW alphabet for Billy please. LOVE your writing.

AHHH you're so sweet thank you :,) hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: all nsfw baby, it's billy so.... a little fucked up lol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not all that bad at it tbh! He isn't the best but he's super gentle and this is where you'll get most of your praise from him.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part for himself are his hands/arms. Likes how big his hands are, how strong they are and how they can go from brushing over your skin gently to causing bruises in a matter of seconds. His favorite body part for his partners are thighs and hips.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Little less than average but a thick consistency. Big fan of cumming inside of you but, if he couldn't, he'd want to cum on your face or chest.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to record you while you and he do the 'Killer going after the victim' set up and then record you while he fucks you (in costume, of course)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty experienced. He's gotten around lol

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes when you're in front of him with your legs spread. Likes doggy style because duh and the mating press.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

More serious. If you're in a poly relationship with Stu than you could maybe get him to crack a few jokes or laugh but it's still rare. Anytime he laughs or makes a joke during sex is going to be at your expense and be more mean-spirited than anything.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps it trimmed but not bald. Black curly hair that he never lets grow more than a week before cutting it down again.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Most of the time sex is not 'romantic' in the normal sense with him. The longer you're in a relationship with him the more likely it is he'll have slower, more sensual sex with you, but in the beginning of the relationship its rough, fast, and dirty.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Man has the sex drive of a stallion lol, he could jerk off in the morning and still want to have sex an hour and a half later. Prefers to have sex but he'll jack off if he needs to.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia, sadism, knife/blood, predator/prey dynamics, degradation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, toys, bondage/restriction, marking, fear play, choking (for both himself and you,) etc

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere that you won't get interrupted (bedroom, house when no one is home, places like that) but he does like fucking you in the bathroom at parties lol

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Killing and/or seeing blood (especially if it's on you.) Also likes seeing you get all worked up in public

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't see him being a fan of CNC. He likes the predator/prey dynamic but with more dub-con elements to it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. He's good at giving, and he loves overstimulating you, but having you gag around his cock when he's face fucking you? Definitely prefers that.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough babey! He can be slow on occasion but it's mainly when he's teasing you and trying to either get you to beg or to deny your orgasm.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite but he'll do them. Most quickies are in public at parties (as I said earlier) in the bathroom. He wants sex to be long lol

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Will try pretty much everything once. He doesn't want you/himself to get seriously injured so he'll be hesitant on stuff like that, but everything else is fair game.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for a few rounds but he doesn't last super long once you're actually fucking. He teases the shit out of you after he cums so that he'll be ready again in a few minutes. Average is 3 or 4 rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Loves toys. He has a pocket pussy and a few vibrators for himself but he'll use a lot of shit on you. Nipple clamps, gags, cock rings, vibrators, anything and everything. Just another level of his overstimulation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Way too god damn much. Hates if you try and tease him, though, so he's super unfair in that regard.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud in terms of moaning, but he does talk quite a bit. Not super loud, normally will whisper in your ear about how much of a whore you are for his cock, how your a cum-hungry slut, etc etc

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thin but bigger than average. Slight curve to the left with a vein on the underside of his shaft.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

SO HIGH. To the point it's annoying lmao

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it's a 1 night stand he's asleep ASAP, he doesn't care about cleaning the other person up or anything like that. In a relationship, he'll clean you up and wait until you fall asleep to drift off. Will be cuddling you the whole time lol

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[f1nalboys]

Headcanons for a hung Male himbo!R getting into a relationship with Nancy Downs, not realizing she's got ulterior motives for him. Plus, she might be catching some feelings~

nancy downs my beloved <33333 the more nsfw parts are under the cut!!

WORD COUNT: 801

WARNINGS: nsfw, masc!amab!reader, nsfw below the cut, nancy being a sub hehe, dirty talk from reader's pov, unhealthy relationship, nancy doesn't know how to relationship </3

Oh Nancy is on you like a dog to a bone I’m serious

Something about a strong, hung, stupid guy just gets her going

She definitely gets into the relationship purely to use you, not because there’s a genuine connection

Maybe sexually, sure, but in the beginning she does not have any emotional feelings

But I think Nancy gets attached pretty easily, so the more time spent together the more she is going to fall for you.

It pisses her off when she realizes it because like,,,,, she is NOT supposed to like you >:(

And the fact that you’re just so god damn oblivious about both the reasoning behind her getting into a relationship with you, as well as her developing feelings, pisses her off more

She will start out being super lovey dovey, constantly touching you and kissing you, just kind of laying her claim. She’s not letting there be any room for you, or anyone else, to think that there's even the smallest possibility of her not liking you

But when she realizes that she ACTUALLY likes you???? Cold shoulder time babe <3

Obviously you don’t understand why; as far as you knew, things were great! She had started opening up to you, there were a handful of times where the two of you hung out and didn’t sleep together and still had a great time. Hell, you had told her that you loved her just last week and you don’t think someone could fake the smile she gave you.

It’ll take you bugging her a lot, and maybe even a week long break, before she just accepts it and tries to push through it

She doesn’t apologize for being cold to you even if she knows your feelings are hurt; it just isn’t something she’s willing to do

After she comes to accept her feelings for you, she’s going to become insanely possessive over you

Unhealthy possessiveness

But in turn she gets more giving in bed. Before this, she was really a ‘get me off and I'm going to bed’ type of girl, and there were plenty of times where you didn’t get to cum once during that night. Now she’s gonna pull at least two from you before she’s ready to stop

I also think this is where she’ll let you take the reins a bit more, y’know? In the beginning she’s super dominant during sex and very rarely wants you to do anything unless she tells you

But after she realizes that ugh, she loves you, she’s going to tell you that you have one chance to prove that you can handle that role so don’t fuck it up

She might cry; she’s just not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone especially when it comes to sex

Let’s all just imagine her laying in bed on her back, her legs spread and she just looks so fucking shy and nervous

And she tries to keep up that shit-talk she’s known for but when you finally touch her she shuts up and her face turns bright red

She doesn’t want to enjoy it as much as she does because she should be the one making the decisions but when you’re fucking her the way you are, when you’re bossing her around and looking at her the way you are??? It’s kind of hard not to love it

I swear it would be the hottest sight to see because not only is she giving you herself sexually in a way she never has, she’s also giving you a part of herself emotionally that no one has ever seen before

Expect lots of praise too, she’s gonna tell you how big you are, how you fuck her so well, how she loves you so fucking much

Yes this is the first time she says that she loves you hehe

Fuck her good!!!! This won't happen very often because, again, it’s emotionally draining for her but for you?? She’d be willing to do it again hehe

She will go down on you for hours if that’s what you want from her tbh

If you boss her around, tell her to get on her knees and suck your cock like a good slut, she’s going to get so fucking hot

She loves when you talk down to her like that. Like, loves it. And if you tell her she’s not allowed to touch herself until you tell her so? That she needs to milk your cock for all it’s worth first and then you’ll think about letting her touch herself??

Could get her to cum from just the dirty talk itself, maybe if you pull at her nipples a bit. Don’t even have to touch that needy pussy of hers

She’s perfect and I’m in love with her

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[f1nalboys]

Hello.. Can you please write a headcanon about Thomas, Brahms and Bubba when their Girlfriend is once a very deadly assassin and then suddenly when they're got into a big trouble/Fight their Girlfriend suddenly showed her deadly Skills... Like how would they react to it

hey there!! hope you enjoy this, i really hope i did it justice LMAO <3

WARNINGS: blood and gore mention, description of murder (not graphically detailed but more than a passing mention, you know?)

WORD COUNT: Approx. 1040 for all 3

THOMAS:

-Out of the three, he is probably the one who’s most confident in your abilities to protect yourself

-Being with the Hewitts meant taking part of the family business and while he hated that you were subjected to the bad parts, he knew it was necessary

-Of course he took precautions to keep you out of trouble; you were the love of his life

-There had been close calls before, of course, but nothing that had gone past you yelling for him

-Until now

-He hadn’t realized a victim had escaped until he heard a scream, one that sounded like your own. He honestly has never run that fast in his life before

-He gets outside and instead of seeing you being beaten by the victim, he instead saw you kicking their ass

-By the time you were finished you were covered in their blood and they were an unmoving heap on the ground.

-You looked incredibly worried when you turned around and saw Thomas (and Luda Mae behind him, peeking out behind the screen door) standing there looking at the mess you made

-”Thomas, baby, I can explain-” He cuts you off by walking up to you and enveloping you in the biggest hug you’ve ever been given

-He’s just glad you were safe

-The conversation doesn’t come for another three days and by that time you had honestly forgotten what happened

-”I’ve never seen you do something like that before. How’d you learn it?” His question caught you off guard

-You two were preparing for bed and you stopped changing and took a deep sigh, telling him the long, drawn out story

-”I didn't want to bring it up because… I don’t know, it’s not something I do anymore, you know?”

-He nodded, grabbed your hand, and led you to bed

-Though he was slightly hurt that you hadn’t wanted to tell him, he understood. He loved you and obviously you loved him. That was enough reason for him to accept it.

BRAHMS:

-There weren’t many chances for Brahms to see you use your skills or for you to use them at all, honestly

-Usually it’s the grocery boy and Brahms and you didn't want to kill either of them

-Brahms hated that you didn’t want the grocery boy dead but that's not the point

-You woke up before Brahms did to the sound of shattering glass and, despite your gut telling you too, you decide against waking Brahm

-Instead, you take your time walking towards the sound, which came from the kitchen, and you stumble upon a masked man searching through the silver drawer.

-He must have heard you because he turned around and was on you in an instant, knocking the wind out of you

-Brahms heard the commotion and, after seeing you weren’t in bed with him, felt his heart sink to his stomach

-He ran down to the kitchen just in time to see you bashing the poor guys head into the corner of the counter

-The sound of his skull cracking and seeing you covered in blood, panting? He did find it hot, I’ll admit it

-You’d turn to see him and worry for just a second that’ll he’ll see you in a different light

-”You should probably clean that up before we go back to sleep.”

-What a brat

-”You’re not even curious as to why I knew how to do that?” He just shrugged. You were his babysitter, that’s really all he cared about

-You told him anyway and, while discussing your past, you made him drop the baby talk for the time being. Something about discussing violent murderers with someone using a child's voice bothered you

-”That’s… interesting. You did that before coming to me?” He felt a sense of pride at that; someone so strong, so powerful, so capable entered his home and not only protected him, but worshipped him

-The two of you took a loooong shower (again, the blood was a little hot to him!) and you fell asleep. This time he let you be the big spoon

BUBBA:

-Bubba my dear sweet boy is so terrified of you getting hurt he practically locks you in the house

-Which, we know from experience, means nothing because people just walk in

-Surprisingly, the first time he finds out about your past is because a few victims who escaped (god knows how) had cornered him, trying to hurt him, and when you turned the corner and saw him backing away, chainsaw out of reach, you saw red.

-The first victim never saw it coming

-You had grabbed a knife from the kitchen and sent it into his skull, ripping it out of his head before going towards the next man who had just seen his friend's body drop to the ground.

-He got stabbed in the throat and you placed your foot on his chest and kicked, yanking him off of the knife.

-The last one, who was looking particularly terrified, you decided to leave for Bubba.

-You and he didn’t talk the rest of the day as you were cleaning up the bodies, preparing food, and just fixing the place up from their intrusion

-When you walked into your shared bedroom you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, bouncing his leg up and down, waiting for you

-You sigh, sitting down next to him and laying your head on his shoulder

-”Guess you’re wondering where all that came from?”

-He nods, not wanting to make you tell him anything you weren’t comfortable with. Sure, he didn’t know much about your past but that didn’t matter to him; you were here with him in the present

-After explaining your past he took a bit to fully wrap his mind around it, having you explain certain things back to him a few times

-He was in Texas in the mid 70’s - he wasn’t the most cultured, alright?

-To your surprise, he didn’t judge you. You were doing what you had to just like now and you would be quite a hypocrite to be upset with you.

-You two went to bed and he had never felt more safe with you in his arms than that moment.

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[f1nalboys]

I have no idea if requests are closed or not and I’m incredibly sorry if they are but I just thought your works were cute and straight up my alley 😮‍💨

If you’re down with it could you maybe write something where Lester and Randy’s S/O just really has a thing for biting them and being all close? Idk what’s wrong with me but yeah.

Hope you’re well bro :)

i love this >:) sorry if this is shitty lol i hope you like it!!

WORD COUNT: 454 (for both)

WARNINGS: none :-)

LESTER

Lester loved being close to you. Holding you after a long day, curling up behind you in bed and breathing in your scent, running his hand up and down your arm absentmindedly. All of it was his favorite thing. And when he realized that you were just as clingy, if not more, you would’ve thought it was Christmas.

“Ouch! Tha hell d’ya do that for?” He yelps, rubbing his shoulder with wide eyes. All you do is give him a sheepish smile; you had just bit him in the shoulder. Not hard, mind you, but not sot either. “What? Am I lookin’ good enough ta eat?”

Lester asks with a cheeky grin, grabbing your shirt by the collar and kissing you. Rolling your eyes you simply reciprocate the kiss, deepening it and hooking your hands around his neck. “Ow! Lester!” You yell when he bites your bottom lip harshly. Pulling back you swipe your finger over your lip and grown when it comes back with a drop of blood on it.

You shove him gently, your façade of anger breaking apart when he begins to place small kisses over your face. “Sorry, hun. Just wanted ta see what all the fuss was about with the bitin’.”

RANDY

The first time you bit Randy he tried to ignore it. It had obviously been an accident, and he didn’t want to embarrass you, so he simply acted as though you hadn’t chomped on his arm. The second and third time were a little harder to ignore, but the fourth one was the one he decided he needed to speak up on.

“Alright, why do you keep biting me?” He asks, showing you the very-evident teeth marks on his arm. You can feel your face growing hot and a wave of anxiety courses through Randy; he didn’t want to make you feel embarrassed for it. “I mean, it’s fine, m’just really confused, babe.”

“I don’t know… I guess it’s a weird way to show affection.” You respond and he grins, grabbing ahold of your hand to stop you from standing to leave. “Stop making fun of me! You’re just so cute I just wanna bite you. You’re tellin’ me you’ve never felt that?”

Randy shakes his head. He kisses your temple as you sigh, scrunching your eyebrows together. “Sorry. You can keep treating me like a chew toy if you wanna,” He whispers into your ear before tickling your sides. He may not really understand why you do it, but if it was just you showing how you loved him, who would he be to try and deny it from you?

Plus, he’d be lying if he said the way you looked after you bit him wasn’t adorable.

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[f1nalboys]

HIHIHIHIHI

randy introducing his s/o to his group please (sidney, billy, tatum, etc)???? :3 <3

THIS IS THE CUTEST REQUEST IN THE HISTORY OF EVER THANK YOU SM!!!!! it might be a little ooc for billy and stu because I didn't make them meaner but honestly i was just in the mood for good old fashioned fluff so i hope it's still enjoyable!

WORD COUNT: 905

WARNINGS: none babey!! more fluff and adorable anxious randy loml

“What’s wrong?” Randy had been fiddling with his ring for the last ten minutes and, while you normally find it adorable, it was starting to worry you. He looks over at you from his spot on the fountain and sighs. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses your cheek, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Just nervous. I don’t want them to embarrass me.” He mutters, his fingers abandoning his ring to instead play with your hand. You sigh softly. You were meeting his friends for the first time and instead of being happy, like you had been introducing him to yours, he was a nervous wreck. “What?”

“It’s just… why would they embarrass you? Doesn’t sound like they’re friends.” He hums, taking in your opinion. You knew he wouldn’t get mad but you could tell he was frustrated.

“Our friendship is different, that’s all. We all kind of tease each other and normally it’s fine, I just… I guess I’m worried they’ll make you think differently of me.” You turn your body slightly, looking at him. He wasn’t meeting your eyes and it broke your goddamn heart. You grab his chin softly, moving it to make him look at you.

“There’s nothing anyone can do to make me think differently of you.” He smiles at you and kisses you. You deepened the kiss, your hand resting on the base of his neck, his on the small of your back. You could have stayed here for hours listening to the sounds of the fountain, the chatter of passing people, and kissing the love of your life.

A voice breaks the two of you apart and you turn around to see a group of four people all staring at you with grins. “Hey there lovebirds.” The tall guy in a sweater says. The blonde next to him takes her lollipop out of her mouth and hits him on the forehead with it and you laugh. They walk up towards you, taking seats across the fountain in a way that seemed natural.

“Hi, I’m Tatum. Dumbass there is Stu, mystery man is Billy and the smoke-show next to him is Sidney. You’re Y/N, right?” You nod and she grins, holding her free hand out to give you a hand shake. “Nice to meet you! So, Randy's talked about you a lot.”

“Tatum!” Randy groans, burying his head in your shoulder. You chuckle, resting your hand on his own and grinning. “Has he now? All good things, I hope.” She nods, her eyes flitting between the two of you, her smile growing.

“Yeah, it’s basically all he talked about.” Stu says and the others murmur in agreement. “Started thinking he was making you up, honestly.”

Randy flips him off, earning a big grin from the man. So this was where the teasing came in. “Stu, lay off him. So, how’d you two meet?” Sidney asks, giving you a bright smile that instantly calms any nerves you might have had. You answer, teasing Randy about how nervous he had been, and poking fun at yourself for how you had lost the ability to speak after your first kiss. The group found it cute, and the rest of the day went on without a hitch.

“You two are so cute!” Tatum says, her hand wrapped around Stu’s forearm. She glares up at him teasingly and he shrugs, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up. You were all walking back to your cars and you could practically feel Randy’s exhaustion from his hand. “It was great meeting you, honestly. Sorry about the boys, they don’t know when to not be assholes,”

You grin, nodding your head. Billy and Stu let out noises of disagreement which Tatum shuts down with a single look. “It’s alright, I had fun too. And trust me, if it had gone too far I am not opposed to kicking some ass.” She grins.

“I like you.” Sidney says, Tatum nodding in agreement. You reach your car and say your goodbyes to the group, exchanging phone numbers to plan another meet up. Randy instantly deflates once his door shuts and you turn slightly, watching him. He was in the driver's seat, his head flush against the headrest, and his eyes were closed.

“Did you have fun?” He asks, his voice tired. One of his eyes open and he glances at you and you nod. He sighs in relief, opening his other eye and turning the key in the ignition, the car starting. “Thank god.”

You grab ahold of his hand and repeat the action he does to you; you kiss his knuckles and rest his hand against your cheek. He smiles softly, looking at you with his eyes filled with love. It was a look you were never, ever, ever going to get tired of. “You shouldn’t worry so much, babe. Your friends love you, they just have a… different way of showing it. In fact, I think they made me love you more.”

He squints his eyes at you, waiting for you to elaborate as he begins to drive back to your apartment. “I mean, the story Billy told of the pool party he had with you and Stu? That was adorable.” He groans loudly.

“God, I hate that asshole! I swear it was an accident! Why would I even take my pants off in the pool? That was Stu’s thing!”

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