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f1nalboys · 3 years

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The Both of Us? - Bday Fic for Sunny <3

happy birthday to my beloved @polyghostfacehours !!! i hope today is amazing!!!

Poly!Ghostface x Sunny

WORD COUNT: 1647

WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader (sunny), friends to lovers, oral (fem recieving), fingering, dirty talk and degradation, one scene could be taken as dub-con but i didn’t write it with that intent

You’ve known Billy and Stu for years and you’d consider them your best friends. They had been there for you during your lowest moments, acting as a shoulder to cry on, and celebrating the better moments each time. The two of them knew you better than yourself if you were being perfectly honest, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, being here, legs thrown over Stu’s and your head on Billy’s lap, was a common occurrence, one that happened naturally. It never felt strange, but something about tonight was different. There had been lingering touches, strange looks, and ever growing smiles. Stu’s hand was placed onto your thigh and you still when he squeezes gently.

You lift your head up slightly, looking over at him, but his eyes are trained on the tv. Shaking it off you settle back into your seat, your head rubbing on Billy’s lap slightly. He sucks in a breath and shifts his hips and you take that as a cue of him being uncomfortable. You go to sit up when he grabs your arm, shaking his head, his cheeks tinged red. “No, you can stay,”

“You sure? I can move if you’re uncomfortable.” Stu snorts and Billy shoots him a glare. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look between the two men, Stu’s grip on your leg still going strong. “What’s funny?”

“Sunny, you didn’t make him uncomfortable, you made him hard,”

“Jackass!” Billy hisses, punching Stu in the shoulder. You know you shouldn’t look but you can’t help yourself; you sit up and look down at Billy’s lap, your face heating up instantly. The tent in Billy’s pants was obvious and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I didn't want to say anything about it because I didn’t want to make you feel weird. You just moved your head and, I don’t know, I got a hard on, it’s not a big fuckin’ deal-”

He was embarrassed now and he scoots away from you, crossing his arms over his chest. Swinging your feet off of Stu, you take a moment to figure out what you should do. Something like this has never happened before, at least, not to your knowledge. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of Billy in this way.

With how long you’d been friends, it was bound to happen. A passing thought while you were pleasuring yourself that made it weird to look at him the next day, a comment from him that made your heart flutter in a confusingly nice way. Stu can sense your thoughts and he breaks out into a grin, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into him.

“Billy, man, I think she has a crush on you!” He laughs in your ear, goosebumps raising on your skin. You can’t meet Billy’s eyes even when you feel him shift on the couch, getting closer to you. Stu tangles his hand in your hair and yanks, pulling your head up and you gasp. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

He teased and you can’t help but feel the embarrassment bubbling up inside you. Billy was in front of you now, his knees on either side of your legs, his face in your own. He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer. “Y-yes…” You stutter, closing your eyes when the two men laugh at you. Stu shifts behind you and you can feel his erection on your back. “And Stu…”

His hands squeeze you tighter, cutting off any room for you to get out of the situation. “Is that so?” Billy asks, his arms leaning against the arm of the couch, locking you in between him and Stu. “You like both of us? That’s pretty slutty, don’t you think?”

“It sure is, man,” Stu replies and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling. “Who would have thought little miss Sunny was a fucking whore for her two friends?” Their words make you shift in your seat, a mix of arousal and embarrassment building in your stomach. “Stop moving, bitch.”

Your movements halt immediately. Stu was never one to get angry, hell, throughout your friendship he hadn’t ever raised his voice at you in a non-playful way, but now? Now you can tell he’s dead serious. Billy smiles down at you, his teeth bared like a wolf. “Good girl.”

Before you can really understand what’s happening he’s kissing you harshly, Stu not letting up his grip on your hair. He’s kissing your neck and one of Billy’s hands is dipping under your shirt, cupping your breast. You moan into the kiss as his soft fingers slip under your bra, attaching to your nipples with ease.

“So. Slutty.” Billy mutters, emphasizing each word with a kiss. Stu let’s your hair go, deciding he’d much rather work on unbuckling your jeans. Your hand goes to grab Stu’s ask him to wait just a moment, but Billy tsks at you and the glint in his eye has you frozen in your spot. “Let’s see how much you want this.”

Stu unbuttons your jeans and waits as Billy grabs ahold of your thighs and forces them apart, Stu’s legs hooking behind them. They were spreading you open for their own view. Slipping his fingers past your pants and underwear, both you and Stu moan in unison. His fingers were gliding over your cunt, dipping past your folds and finding your clit easily. You shift your hips in annoyance when he pulls his hand back out.

“Oh, she’s fucking soaked, man.” You bite your tongue at the sight of Stu’s fingers, slick with your arousal, and you can’t help but roll your eyes when he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers to show off the string that connects them. Billy takes ahold of Stu’s fingers and takes one into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck, Stu, you gotta taste her.” Stu takes his other finger into his mouth and hums, swirling his fingers around the digits. Billy yanks at your jeans and you lift your hips up to help him pull them down. He tosses them off to the side and slinks down the couch, positioning himself in between your legs. “She fucking smells good, too.” Billy licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

You moan softly, your head tilting back against Stu’s shoulder as Billy gets to work. Stu’s hands have replaced Billy on your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hardened bud, your bra pulled under your tits to show them. He had unbuttoned your shirt without you realizing, somehow, and now you were showing yourself off to them entirely.

Billy was watching you through his lashes, studying your every move, memorizing the way your body jolted when he would suck your clit, memorizing the noises you made when his tongue first pressed into your soaking cunt. The feeling of white hot pleasure was building with each flick of his tongue and he knew it too. He was grinning against your skin, his hands on your thighs in an effort to stop your hips from bucking up into his mouth.

“You wanna cum, baby?” Stu coo’s in your ear and you nod feverishly, your breath hitching in your throat when he pinches one of your nipples harshly. “Yeah? Man, you should see it from up here; you’re so fucking needy. You better get to beggin’ if you wanna finish.”

“Please make me cum, Billy, fuck!” You whimper, the coil growing tighter in your stomach. His tongue slows and you can just barely make out the glare he’s sending your way through the wave of pleasure. He wanted you to beg better. “Your tongue feels so good, I wanna cum so bad. I’ve thought about this so many times, the two of you fucking me like this, shit! Shit, I’m so close please let me cum I wanna cum so fucking badly!”

He gives you permission by pushing two of his fingers into your hole, pushing you over the edge completely. Your hands grip onto Stu’s arms tightly, your nails digging into his flesh, as your back arches off of the couch. Billy takes his mouth off of you but leaves his fingers inside, pumping them slowly inside you. You’re having a hard time coming back down to earth when Stu has taken to kneading your breasts in his palms and Billy’s fingers are still fucking into you.

“That was hot,” Stu says and you laugh, whimpering when the two men take their hands out of and off of you. “C’mere, man,” You watch as Stu leans over you to Billy and begins kissing him hungrily, tasting you on the other man's tongue. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as Stu’s hand tangles into Billy’s hair and tugs, eliciting a moan from the brunette.

“So… do you guys wanna go to the bedroom?” The two men break apart and look down at you, an innocent smile on your face like you hadn't just gotten eaten out and fingered by them. Stu grins and kisses you, gentler than Billy had before, and he sneaks his tongue inside your mouth. His hand rests on your chin and you can just barely make out the taste of yourself on his tongue

Billy gets off the couch and holds his hand out for you to take. When you stand up off of the couch he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands dragging down your back and squeezing your ass, breaking the kiss with a laugh when you gasp. “C’mon, we’ve been dying to fuck you, y’know that?”

“Yeah, Sunny,” Stu says, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. “Been aching to get in that cunt of yours. Wish you would’ve been this slutty a long time ago.”

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Backstage - Bday fic for Danny

HAPPY (very late im sorry) BDAY TO @knifewh0re !! I really hope you like this and i hope your birthday went well AND i hope today is even better!!!

Poly!Ghostface x Danny

WORD COUNT: 1978

WARNINGS: they/them pronouns afab reader (which is danny), oral (amab and afab recieving), vaginal fingering, implication of more sex, semi-public sex, closet sex, time crunch, the boys aren’t mean in this one besides like two off-hand comments from billy

Billy and Stu stood backstage before the show searching for you. Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically vibrating with excitement. “Stu, man, relax. You’re getting on my nerves.” Stu pouts and opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He elbows Billy in the side harshly, pointing down the crowded hallway. Billy cranes his neck and breaks out into a grin.

It was you. You were surrounded by your band, decked out in your stage outfit and laughing and god you looked beautiful. Billy didn’t wait for Stu and took off down the hallway, his heart beating. You went to college with them, actually had a class with Billy, but you didn’t know them. They knew you, obviously.

Your band was getting popular in the punk scene and Stu had seen you play live a few months ago and immediately fell in love with your voice. He forced Billy to listen and, even though punk wasn’t his most loved genre, he had to admit that you were fucking amazing. And now they were here. Stu had bought backstage passes for the show and told Billy that they had to talk to you.

“Danny!” You turn around at the sound of your name with your eyebrows furrowed. Stu had caught up to Billy and had a big smile on his face, waving you over. Even though you didn’t know the two of them you went over, their smiles and the blush creeping up the neck of the brown haired boy made you curious.

“Uhm, hey. You two know me?”

“Yeah! We actually go to school with you, Billy here’s in your Intro to Film History class with you,” Stu says, nudging Billy towards you with his elbow. Billy forces a smile, his heart beating fast when you smile back. “And we happen to be huge fans of yours.”

You grin, turning around and waving off your band member, asking them to give you a few minutes. “Sorry about that. We have like half an hour before the show starts. So, you go to school with me? How come I’ve never seen you two around before? Think I would’ve noticed two cute guys.”

Stu lets out a high pitched nervous laugh, punching Billy on the shoulder hard. He was fucking star struck at this point. “Cute? You think we’re cute?” He says with a grin that only grows when you nod. They were cute! Stu was wearing a button up shirt and a denim jacket - which Billy had bought him specially for this - and Billy wore a tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans.

“I’m Billy, that’s Stu. And you’re Danny, right?”

“Sure am. So, any reason you two came out here to see us play?” Billy’s eyebrow raises. He could have sworn you were flirting with them. Stu seems to think the same thing because he makes a small choked noise which makes you laugh, hard.

Stu shrugs, deciding now is the perfect time to start acting more suave. “We wanted to wish you luck before the show. With words or actions, whichever you’d prefer.” If Billy weren’t hoping you’d say yes he would have turned around and punched Stu as hard as he possibly could for being so god damn forward.

“I mean, I could definitely go for some physical encouragement. You two think you could make it quick?”

“Wait, really?” Stu was actually pretty shocked you were agreeing. He was happy, like, REALLY happy, but he was still shocked. You nod and Billy takes a hold of your hand and drags you down the hallway. He wanted to find somewhere that the three of you wouldn’t be interrupted.

You stop him halfway down the hallway and pull him into a dark room, flipping the light on when Stu comes in behind you both. It was a supply closet, a fairly large one, and Stu locks the door behind him as Billy pulls you in for a kiss.

“Wait, wait, no,” You say, pushing away from him. He gives you a confused look, worried he had gone too fast too soon. “Can’t kiss; can’t fuck my stage makeup up.” He snorts, deciding to kiss your neck instead. Stu’s behind you, the two men trapping you in between their bodies.

Stu replaces Billy’s lips on your neck, nipping at your pulse and grinning against your skin when you moan. Billy is on his knees, working on getting your pants off. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he yanks your jeans down and you hiss, goosebumps raising down your legs.

Your head rolls back against Stu’s shoulder as his hands slip up your shirt and past your bra, his fingers finding your nipples with ease. Billy groans as his finger dips past your underwear, gliding down your folds. “Fuck, Stu, man, they’re soaked.”

“Are they now? You into us or something, baby?” He coos into your ear, pinching at your nipple hard and you whimper loudly. Stu laughs, his breath hot against your skin, as Billy’s fingers begin to rub circles on your clit. You’re bucking into his fingers and you let out a particularly loud moan when he moves his hand off of you.

Your eyes pop open and Billy is right in your face, shoving his fingers, wet with your arousal, in your mouth. Stu grabs the bottom of your shirt and yanks it up, slipping it off of your body with ease. “Think you could use your mouth for something else?” Stu asks with a wicked grin. Rolling your eyes, you don’t take long to debate, sinking down onto your knees.

“Can’t do it for long, boys. Got twenty minutes before I need to be out there, so you better get to it.” Stu’s pants and underwear are long gone now and he’s fisting his cock right in front of you with an eager look in his eyes. You smile, replacing his hand with your own, and licking a long stripe up the underside of his dick.

His head rolls back and he lets out a low moan as your tongue swirls over his tip. “Fuuuck, Danny…” He goes to put his hand on the back of your head, wanting to force you to take him to the hilt, but he stops himself by grabbing ahold of Billy’s shoulder. “Their mouth, man. Shit, could make me cum already.”

Billy’s hand was on his own cock and he was focused on your face. You never took Stu in your mouth fully, never moving past wrapping your lips around the tip of him, and somehow he could tell it was the best blowjob Stu’s probably ever gotten. Save for him, of course. “Wanna feel that mouth of yours,” He says and you pop off of Stu, a glob of spit connecting you to him. “Can we fuck you?”

You hesitate before your hand wraps around his cock, pumping him slowly. “God, I wish. Like, you have no fucking idea how badly I want you two, but we have less than 15 minutes and if we do it I want it to last longer than that. How bout I help you two out and you help me?” Without waiting for an answer you repeat what you had just done to Stu.

“Holy shit,” He groans. He can’t take his eyes off of you or your hands or your lips. Everything about you was intoxicating. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times, hollowing your lips when you take him into your mouth. “Christ, Danny, your mouth feels so fucking good. Such a good whore for us.”

You moan around him and he gasps, barely stopping himself from slamming his hips further down your throat. Stu was jerking off next to him, eyes trained on you, and he threw his head back, calling your name. “Danny, fuck, gonna cum. Where, shit! Where can I?”

Pulling off of Billy you flash the two of them a wide smile and respond simply. “On each other.”

“Huh?” Stu’s eyebrows furrowed together slightly, his hand pausing in it’s movements. You lick your lips and they watch with wide eyes as your hand reaches down and slips past your underwear. Your eyes flutter closed, soft moans leaving your lips. Music to their ears.

“I, mmh. I said cum on each other, god, and then you can taste me.” That’s all the encouragement they needed. They turned towards each other but kept their eyes on you, the sounds of your pleasure mixing with their own. Billy was chasing his high, the thought of being able to delve into your cunt sending shockwaves through his body.

Stu is the first one to cum, both your name and Billy’s falling from his lips as he thrusts into his hand. His cum coats Billy’s thighs and hands, adding to the slick of his own cock. Billy cums soon after and Stu takes a second to get on his knees and takes his dick into his mouth, taking him to the base. What can he say, he loved Billy’s dick.

“Fuck, that was hot,” You whimper, your eyes moving in time with the bob of Stu’s head. “Hurry up and eat me out, you got ten minutes. If you do good, maybe I’ll consider making this a regular thing.” Billy’s on his knees in a second, throwing your hand off of yourself and pushing you back onto your ass. You yelp as the concrete digs into your skin but the pain is quickly washed away, taken over by the pleasure of his tongue dipping through your folds.

He’s moaning at the taste of you, his hands grabbing your thighs and spreading you wider, opening you up for him. His tongue focuses on your clit, switching between circling it to flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it every few seconds. Your hand tangles in his hair and you’re grinding down on his face when Stu’s fingers enter you.

He starts up a fast pace with two fingers, filling you so suddenly all you can do is cry out his name and roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Fuck! Please, shit, you both feel so good. Please, I’m close, please let me, please make me,” Your pleas’ urge them onwards, Stu’s fingers and Billy’s tongue speeding up.

You cum hard, harder than you have in the past from just oral, and your body is convulsing with pleasure as they continue. They don’t stop until you practically collapse against the floor and even then Stu takes his chance to lick up your cunt, tasting you. “Mmm, you taste fucking delicious, babe.”

“You alright, Danny? We didn’t kill you, did we?” Billy asks and even with your eyes closed you know he’s smiling. You nod, take a deep breath, and stand up, your knees weak. Stu wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck while Billy helps you pull your pants back up, buttoning them up before kissing you on the lips. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

Stu opens the door and peeks out, looking both ways before ushering the two of you outside. Billy runs a hand down your cheek, down your neck, and he tsks at the dark marks that were forming. “Stu! Asshole, you left hickies like a 15 year old.”

“They look hot with them!” He replies, giving you another sloppy kiss on the neck, and you laugh. You shove him off of you, brushing your clothes off and looking at them with a grin.

“So… you guys staying after the show? I’d love to show you the green room.”

Billy grins, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, eyes dragging down your body. “For you? Hell yeah, we are. Can’t wait to see how hot you look with that makeup of yours running.”

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Devotion ; Bday Fic For Tina

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED @tinalbion !!!! I'm so sorry for the delay and I super duper hope this is something you love! I hope your birthday was fantastic!!

WORD COUNT: 1509

WARNINGS: fluff, fem!reader which is tina, domestic norman, established relationship, just teeth-rotting fluff!!!!

When you woke up the bed was empty. It was winter, the hotel empty for weeks at a time, so you were sure Norman wasn’t out at the front desk. He woke you up on those rare occasions to let you know; he hated waking up to an empty bed and he didn’t want to make you feel that way. Sitting up and stretching, you glance around the room, a soft smile growing on your face.

Before Norman had allowed you to move into the bedroom with him, his place was quite sparse. He only had the necessities and a few of his mothers things tucked away in a box under the bed. When you came in, however, Norman felt like your mere presence lit the room up in a way he hadn't seen in a long time. You brought in colorful items, your own memories of your old life and your new one lining the walls.

“Norman?” You call, breaking the silence. You wait for a response.

“In here!” You hop out of bed, wrapping the quilt Norman had made you for your anniversary over your shoulder and you pad out of the room. The closer you got to the kitchen the warmer the house grew, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting towards you. You turn the corner into the kitchen and pause in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

Norman was in his pajama pants at the stove, humming along to the jazz song playing on the radio. His back and shoulders were littered in freckles from his time working around the hotel outside. You can't fight back the giggle that bubbles in your chest at the sight of him using the spatula in his hands as a microphone, wiggling his hips as he dances.

He turns around quickly at the sound, eyes wide and face burning bright red. “Oh! Tina, you scared me, honey.” You walk over to him and he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead. “Did you sleep well? I’m sorry for not waking you, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“It’s alright. I slept well! How about you?” He kisses the tip of your nose and moves you around so, while you were still holding onto him, he was able to face the stove. On the table to your right was a metal tray, a teacup and two stacked plates on it. A mini vase with a single rose inside it sat beside it, clearly a sweet thing he was going to put on the tray when he brought you food.

“I slept nicely. You talk in your sleep still,” You scoff, letting go of his waist and he laughs kissing your cheek as you walk past him to the table. “It’s actually pretty cute. You were saying something about a goldfish and a bear, so I’m sure whatever dream you were having was fun.”

You groan, embarrassed, your head falling onto the cool tabletop. He tsks at the sound of your head thumping against the granite and turns the stove off, walking over and grabbing the tray. “So embarrassing.” You mutter and he shushes you.

His hand rubs circles on your back and you lift your head to look up at him. The sunlight coming from the open window was bouncing off of his tanned face, his brown eyes lit up like molten copper. Norman looked absolutely beautiful. “Go on and get back in bed, Tina. I still wanna give you breakfast in bed.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” You tease, standing up and waddling back to the bedroom. In the beginning, a joke like that would have sent Norman into a fit, shutting down and getting hit by a wave of anxiety. Jokes at his expense, no matter how light or passing, used to hurt him. They still do, but when you make them, it only fills him with a warm, pleasant feeling.

You crawl back into bed, settling under the covers and waiting. You can hear Norman in the kitchen, the clanging of silverware and the sound of him cursing after a particularly loud noise floating down the hall to you. When he enters he’s holding the tray filled with food. “Here we go!” He puts the tray onto the bedside table and sets up the tray over the bed, one you had teased him about keeping. “And you said that we’d never use this!”

“I can admit when I’m wrong,” You hummed and he laughed softly. He sets the food onto the tray, kissing you on the cheek before walking around the bed and settling in beside you. “Thank you for making yourself food. I didn’t want to have to bug you about eating before you got to work today.” He blushes at the compliment. Before you it was common for Norman to skip meals accidentally, so occupied by his own work that he would come too and be sick to his stomach from the lack of food.

You had caught onto that immediately and promptly put a stop to it, making him sit down and eat no matter what it took. It meant a lot to him; reminded him of his mother, how she would dote on him and care for him. You take a bite of the food and you hum. “Did I do good?” He asks tentatively. Norman wasn’t a bad cook… but he wasn’t great either. There were often times where you would take a bite and have to force it down with a forced smile.

“Yeah, actually. You’ve gotten way better at cooking recently, Norm. You been practicing?”

“On occasion.” He was being humble now. Prepping for this day had taken weeks of planning solely on cooking you something appetizing. Norman watches as you eat, talking about something he couldn’t quite understand but found interesting nonetheless. Your passion and enthusiasm was contagious. “So, I have something I wanted to ask you.”

Turning your head to him, you swallow the bite of food quickly. “Go one…” Your heart was hammering in your chest for some reason. Norman was looking nervous and he was fiddling with his fingers, picking at his cuticles. A habit that only came out when he was worried. The possibilities flew through your mind as you waited; what if he was sick? What if he had decided that he didn’t want to be with you anymore? Hundreds of ideas, none that stuck, but Norman can tell you were getting yourself nervous.

“Hey, relax, alright? It’s nothing bad, I swear. It’s actually pretty good,” He says, grabbing a hold of your free hand. He was sitting upright on top of the covers and he put a hand into his pocket. You watched him curiously. “Hopefully you think so too.” He pulls his hand out of his pocket and reveals a ring. It was one you had seen on his mothers hand in the photos he had of her.

“Norman…” You were practically speechless. Your mind had gone blank and all you could do was stare at the ring, your eyes welling up with tears. His other hand was still on yours and you squeezed it tightly. His palms were sweaty.

He clears his throat and shifts in his seat. “Tina, I love you. I know I tell you that everyday, and I know I mean it every single time, but I’m not sure you understand just how much I do. Before you, I was… lost. I was a mess and I was so convinced that I would never find someone who would truly get me. And then you came in.

“You were so kind and appreciative, and empathetic. You were everything I had ever needed. I was a person before I met you but you made me a human. Tina, you gave me a reason to really look in at myself and get better because that’s what you deserve. All I want is for you to be happy and be taken care of and I want to do that for you. Will you marry me, Tina?”

He had stumbled over his words, his face bright red and beads of sweat beading at his forehead. You answer his question with a loud ‘Yes!’ and jump into his arms, your feet bumping into the tray of long-forgotten food. He laughs, the relief clear in his voice, and he kisses you.

The kiss is sweet, broken up by giggles and declarations of love. He pulls back slightly and holds your hand up, slipping the ring onto your finger. You rest your head onto his shoulder and stare at it, sniffling. You were so fucking happy. There weren’t words to explain what Norman meant to you and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt about this moment before. You just never thought it would happen so soon.

“I love you so much, Norman.”

“I love you too, Tina. My future wife,” He hums, kissing your temple. “That has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree?”

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Not Doing This For You - Bday Fic

happy bday to @zhellas !!! He wanted this as a y/n fic but this is my first time ever writing for Nancy and I hope I did her justice!!! I hope you enjoy this!

WORD COUNT: 2079

WARNINGS: MASC!AMAB!Reader, nsfw, oral (male receiving), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial, public sex, slight blood play? kind of??, nancy is mean heheh, reader is called a slut/whore/other demeaning names, nancy is into the humiliation aspect of it

Nancy fucking Downs. There was something about her that drove you fucking crazy. Maybe it was her smile - or, more often, her scowl - or maybe it was the way she carried herself, how she didn’t give a single shit about what anyone thought of her. Whatever it was, all you knew was that you had the hots for her.

Most nights you’d lay in bed with your cock in hand and just think of all the things you’d do to her. Or what she’d do to you. That was definitely a dirty little secret of yours; all you wanted was for Nancy Downs to suck you off and do whatever the fuck else she wanted. The only problem was that she doesn’t know who you are.

Well, she didn’t until the two of you got stuck in detention together for the next three weeks. What happened with you wasn’t your fault, honest to God, but you definitely knew Nancy had done something to get put in there. She sat down beside you in the classroom, throwing her bag down with a huff.

“Hey, you’re Nancy, right?”

“Why do you care?” Her voice was gravelly, deeper than most girls, and it matched her perfectly. She wore red lipstick, a darker, almost black, color on the edges of her lips. The very lips you had imagined wrapped around your cock dozens of times before. She raises an eyebrow at your silence and you swallow hard, stuttering out a response.

“Oh! No, no, I’m not trying to be, like, an asshole or anything! I’ve just seen you around and thought you looked cool.” She searches your face for any hint of sarcasm and, when she doesn’t find any, she smiles. It didn’t quite reach her eyes but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that she smiled because of you, because of something you said to her.

She turns towards you in her chair and rests her head in her hand. “Yeah, I’m Nancy. Who’re you?” The rest of the hour is spent talking. Not about anything in particular, mainly school related things, but by the end of the day she gave you her number. After you got home, you debated on whether or not you should call her. Would it be too soon?

Your ego told you it was, that you should play it cool and give it a day, but the eagerness of actually being able to talk to her and hear her voice before you fell asleep won and you dialed her number. She answered on the third ring. “Hello? Who the fuck is it?”

“Uh, it’s Y/N, from detention? You gave me your number and I figured, you know, that I should call.”

“You actually called the day I gave it to you?” She asked, her voice teasing. You weren’t sure if she was actually making fun of you, though. The two of you talked for a few minutes before she hung up without giving you a second to say goodbye. When you touched yourself that night you, as usual, thought of her.

After seven detentions and four phone conversations, you finally asked her out. “Hey, Nancy, I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat with me after this? If you weren’t busy of course.” She accepted without a fight. You both took the bus to this little chain diner and ate, talking for an hour, and when it started to get dark she asked if you wanted to go somewhere with her.

“Don’t look so freaked. I’m not gonna kill you,” She grinned when she said it, grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you down the road. Her smile was sharp, her teeth bared, and a very small part of you thought she was lying. She took you to a park out of town, one she said she went to with her friends. That made your heart flutter a bit; you were one of those friends, it seemed.

She sat you down at one of the park benches and sat down next to you, placing her hand on your knee. “Y/N, I know you like me.” You cough, caught off guard. She was staring at you with a glint in her eye. “Don’t lie to me either; I hate liars.”

“Y-yeah, I do. How… how does that make you feel?”

She laughs at you, this one tinged with cruelty, as her hand slid up your thigh. “Makes me feel like you’re a pathetic cunt-hungry whore.” Nancy was foul-mouthed but she had never said something like that to you before. Her hand is still moving and she palms you roughly and your legs open involuntarily. “See? You’re such a whore.”

Her words were laced with venom and yet you couldn’t help but love it. She could surely feel the way you were growing hard under her palm and the realization of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. “You… are you sure? We don’t have to…”

“Shut. Up.” Your mouth shuts and you watch as she unbuttons your pants. Her mouth was in a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “You touch yourself to me, don’t you? Yeah, I fucking thought so. How many times have you cum thinking about me?”

You swallow hard. You aren’t sure if you were supposed to answer but then she's slipping her hand down your pants and palming you through the thin fabric of your underwear. “Shit! Yes, I did. I do. Fuck, I don’t know how many times.” You keep looking between her hand on you and her eyes that were burning into your own, unable to focus on just one of them at a time.

This was something you had thought about before but never in your fucking life did you actually think it would happen. You’re gasping, her name slipping from your lips, and she’s eating it up. “Such a filthy slut. That’s what you are, you know that, right? God, you’re pathetic, really. You’re lucky I’m doing this, lucky that I even give you the time of day.

With that she's standing up, yanking down your pants which you help her out with by lifting your butt up off of the bench. She pulls your underwear down just enough to pull your cock out and she’s on it, licking it from the base of your balls to your tip. Her tongue was long, almost fucking unnaturally long, and it felt amazing.

She takes you in her mouth, her tongue flattening as she bobs her head. Your hands are on the back of the bench, your knuckles white with how tight you were gripping the wood. She looked ethereal, and that fucking mouth of hers. “God, you’re perfect.”

Looking at you through her eyelashes she narrows her eyes, coming off of you with a pop. Her lipstick was smudged, spit gathered at the corners of her mouth. She kisses you hard, her manicured hand gripping your chin with a bruising grip. Her tongue slips in your mouth and she immediately takes control, her kisses sloppy and hard. When she pulls off of you she bites down on your bottom lip hard, breaking the skin, and she comes back with blood covering her teeth.

“Mmm,” You watch in awe as she swipes her tongue over her teeth, closing her eyes as she savors the taste. When her eyes open they’re darker, stormy, and she leans over to lick across your lip, collecting another drop of blood from the cut. “Don’t think I’m doing this for you. No, I’m using you. I’m treating you like the whore you are.”

She sits down next to you and lifts her skirt up slightly, revealing the black lacy thong she was wearing. “Hurry the fuck up.” You get off the bench in a second and get on your knees, not even bothering to tuck yourself back into your underwear. What she wanted you to do was obvious enough and you hook your finger around the thong and pull it to the side, your mouth attaching to her cunt instantaneously.

She hums as you get to work, your tongue swirling around her clit. You could nearly cum at the taste of her; she was fucking intoxicating. Your tongue prods at her hole, your nose running across her clit and she bucks up into you, her hand grabbing the back of your neck and forcing your face further into her.

“Fuck! Keep doing that,” She moans and your tongue starts moving in and out of her cunt, your head bobbing to help push yourself further into her. You were finding it harder and harder to breathe but you didn’t care, you would rather suffocate than stop eating her out. She was soaked, her juices covering the entire lower half of your face.

She cums without warning, her hips moving quick and all you can do is sit there, holding your head still, as she fucks herself onto your tongue. Collapsing back onto the bench, she watches in amusement as you gasp, sucking in the oxygen you had forgone that entire time. “You taste so fucking sweet,” She rolls her eyes at your words, grabbing your collar and kissing you roughly.

“I know. Now get up here and sit down so I can fuck you.” Your knees feel weak when you stand, sliding onto the bench beside her. She straddles you, her chest pressed against yours, and you hiss as her manicured hand grabs ahold of your cock, lining it up at her entrance. She sinks down onto you slowly, her forehead pressed against yours.

Your hands wrap about her waist and you try to move her, try to set the pace, and her nails dig into the flesh of your arm, thin crescent shaped lines of blood coming up underneath them. “Don’t fucking do that. I’m fucking you, remember?”

“Sorry,” Is all you can get out before she starts rocking her hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy. You felt great too, small moans and gasps of her name slipping from your lips. This spurs her on and she lifts her hips, pulling off of you almost completely, before slamming herself down onto you. She does it four times in quick succession before slowing down slightly.

She starts rocking her hips each time she comes down onto you and the sound of her arousal is loud, almost obscene. Your thighs are wet, her wetness dripping down off of her onto you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” You grunt and she lets out a breathy laugh, followed by a long moan. Unable to help yourself, you thrust up slightly and she gasps.

“Fuck! Do that again, it felt good,” You grin and thrust up again, hitting the bundle of nerves inside her, her walls clenching around you. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding you there and she pulls you in for a kiss, slipping her tongue in your mouth. Neither of you break your pace as her tongue swirls around your own.

You can feel her getting close, her pace sputtering and curses spilling from her mouth. Another thrust and she’s cumming, slamming down onto you and twitching. It’s intoxicating the way she falls apart, her ‘bad’ persona cracking as she whimpers your name. You were close yourself and you have to bite your tongue, hard enough to draw blood, to stop from begging her to move.

She smiles at you when her breathing evens out, a glint in her eye, and she lifts herself off of you. You’re coated in her cum, your thighs and part of your jeans soaked. Your eyebrows furrow together and you stare at her, confused. She shimmies her underwear off and tosses it at you. “This was fun.”

“Wait, I didn’t…”

“Cum? Yeah, I know. I was fucking you, remember, whore?” The sound of an approaching car spurs you into action and you tuck yourself back into your jeans, your face burning at the sight of yourself. You were painfully hard, unfairly hard, and you loved it. Loved that she would use you the way she did without bothering to get you off as well. Something about it was incredibly fucking hot. “Keep those. Maybe you can give them back to me in detention.”

She flashes you a wicked grin and walks off, the bus approaching. All you can do is swallow the lump in your throat and follow her.

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