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[f1nalboys]

(request)

I talked with a friend of mine abt this idea but honestly,, bimbo!reader with billy and stu <33333 maybe they're shopping for bikinis and reader (completely oblivious to what she is doing to them) tries on one that the boys like and bc I'm a whore they fuck her in the dressing room

HI im sorry for how long its taken me, and sorry for it being so short and not super smutty :( i've been so knocked out from kinktober i stg, i'm sorry ahhh!! i hope you like it all the same though :)

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 458

WARNINGS: nsfw, bimbo!reader, slight dumbification,/bimbofication, misogny, boys are a little misogynist it's sexy though don't worry, reader gets called a cock-sleeve and a sex toy, not proofread

You had to have known what you were doing. You couldn’t be that fucking ignorant to the fact, could you? Billy’s leg was bouncing up and down and Stu was starting to get really fucking annoyed with him. “Man, cut it out. Christ,” He snapped and Billy’s leg went still. Sighing, Stu leans back on the bench and throws an arm over Billy’s shoulder. “Sorry, man. I’m just all worked up.”

“How do you guys like this one?” Stu sucks in a breath as you step out of the dressing room clad in the smallest fucking bikini either man had ever seen. Your nipples and crotch were barely covered and when you did a spin they saw that your ass was on full display. It was a dark red color and it looked perfect.

“I love that one,” Billy says and Stu nods in agreement, nudging Billy with his elbow. He stands up and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you. You giggle when his hands squeeze your ass and you swat at him, pulling back. “You want some help getting changed?” He gives you a smile and you nod, letting the two men into the dressing room first.

The second you shut and lock the door Billy is on you, his hand shoved down your bikini, his fingers swiping through your folds. His mouth muffles your surprised gasp and the following moans and Stu attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. “I thought-” Both men pull away from you and laugh quietly.

“What, you thought we were actually offering to help you change?” Billy asks and you nod slowly, embarrassment washing over you. He shakes his head a little as his finger pushes into you, curling inside your cunt. “You can be so stupid sometimes baby. You try on these bikinis, showing off your ass and your tits and try to act all innocent, like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

“Lucky for you, we don’t want you to think,” Stu whispers against your skin, pulling your bikini top down in one swift motion. Your head rolls backwards, resting on his shoulder as both men begin to work together, turning you into a mindless cock-sleeve. “You just let us use you and it’ll be alright. You want that?” You nod, your mind already beginning to fog, and he laughs. “Good girl. Just keep that pretty little head empty for us.”

Billy shoves you to your knees suddenly, his cock pulled free from his jeans. Tapping it against your lips he smirks when your mouth opens without a second thought. “Such a good fucking toy, aren’t you. Just here for our pleasure, hm? Get to it, slut.”

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[cyanide-latte]

ur nickname is cy in my head idk why but everytime is we ur user or ur pfp i go ‘oh it’s cy :)’

BLESS YOU, THAT'S ACTUALLY MY PREFERRED NICKNAME :'D

#answered asks #thirsting4slashers #what's my nickname #Cyanide speaks

[looooooooomis]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with, then answer these Q’s

tagged by: @onfiretakemehigher my main bitch

three ships: buffy + spike | dewey + gale | sally owens + gary hallet

last song: hold me now / thompson twins lmao 

currently reading: re-reading survive the night / riley sager 

last movie: final destination 3

craving: sushi but what else is new

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[f1nalboys]

idk if you’re taking requests rn so ignore if ur not <33,,, but

gun safety had me REELING and thinking abt the kitchen scene in scream where stu has the gun and i kept thinking abt poly!ghostface smut where stu has a gun to s/o’s head while billy has a knife against their throat?? literally obsessed w the idea i cannot stop thinking abt it.

anyways i adore your writing sm,, you’re a blessing and i hope you’re having a wonderful day<3

HIIII MY BELOVEDILY AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS OMGGGG so its a little short (feel like i say that with everything i post nowadays omg) but i still hope you enjoy it!!!! eventually i might make this into a full fic if i get the inspo but ill def make sure to tag you in it if i do!!!!! enjoy <3

Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 509

WARNINGS: nsfw, bad gun and knife safety, borderline blood kink, borderline marking kink, blood, reader gets a cut, voyeurism? i guess hehe, implication of more sex, not proofread

nsfw under the cut babey

“You keep moving like that and you’re gonna get your throat slit, baby,” Billy purrs into your ear as he digs the blade into your throat just a tad bit harder. He was fucking you into the mattress, one hand planted beside your head on the mattress and the other holding the knife to your throat. Each thrust of his had the knife digging into your skin a but more and you can feel as the first layer of skin breaks

“Fuckin’ look beautiful with blood on ‘ya,” Stu says, his free hand running down your chest, pinching at your nipples. The (unloaded) gun was light in his hand and the barrel was pressed to your temple. It bumped against your head each time Billy thrust into you and you were beginning to get a dull ache in your head from it but god you didn’t care, not when it felt this good.

You had been the one to bring the idea up, surprisingly. The knife was used before this, of course, but you had caught both men off guard when you suggested the use of both weapons at the same time. “You got a death wish?” Billy had asked but you knew he was into it from the way his pupils were blown out. It only took two days for it to go down and you knew both of them were antsy to try it.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, focusing on the cold metal against your throat, the stark contrast with the warm blood that had begun to prickle to the surface. The gun against your temple mixed in was enough for your stomach to twist, burn hot, tighten.

“Fuuuuck, you’re close, aren’t ya?” Billy grunts and Stu grabs ahold of your chin, squeezing tightly, forcing your eyes open. You nod and Billy lets out a shaky breath; he was close to. Stu was still clothed and he grinds down against you, his erection straining against his jeans. “Look at you, getting off with a fuckin’ knife and gun on you. Fucking filthy,”

“Come on then, show us how much you like us holding this shit to you, show us you don't want us to use ‘em on you.” Stu says and you cum, mouth open, in a silent scream. Billy cums just after you, dropping the knife beside you in favor of wrapping his free hand around your throat and pulling you in for a rough kiss.

Stu runs a hand through Billy’s hair as you both come down from your high, chests heaving. “S’good,” You get out and Billy grins, pulling away from the kiss and letting go of your throat. “How much am I bleeding?”

Billy shrugs, showing off his palm which was covered in a thin layer of blood. “Not enough. C’mon, you ready for another round?”

“Always.”

“Good,” Stu chimes in and you chew at your bottom lip at the sound of him taking his belt off. “Because I’ve been dying to fuck you since I had that gun on you.”

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[f1nalboys]

hello! i was wondering if i could make a billy loomis request. maybe something (headcanon or blurb, whatever you decide) of how he would react to being called super cute and mushy pet names by his s/o? i feel like he’d be mad/embarrassed & blushing while also cracking a smile all at the same time. (a few of my fav ones are baby cakes & baby gorgeous lol in case you need somewhere to start)

this is the cutest damn req ever i stg

Billy Loomis x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 248

WARNINGS: not proofread

God im throwing up crying sliding down the wall i love him and this idea

Ok so first Billy is like ….what did you call me???

And he kinda is mad about it because c’mon he’s dark and mysterious you shouldn't be calling him honey bun muffin lover ugh

But beep down he finds it….. Endearing tbh

Like you like him so much you’ve come up with these sappy ass pet names??? And when he sees how much you mean it and the love in your eyes it just wears down his annoyance

“Fine, you can call me that… just not in public please,”

(you can call him it in public lol)

He blushes literally ever ytime he’s like babe stopppppppp

But he really does love when you call him those names because it’s just so damn domestic

And it reiterates that you really like him

Like ACTUALLY like him

Maybe even loooOOOooove him hehe

Im gonna kiss him

Like lets just imagine hanging out with him and then, as if it’s second nature, you call him “baby cakes” and he immediately breaks into a grin and theres this light blush spreading across his cheeks

And he starts calling you pet names

Like besides the usual babe, baby, sexy, beautiful, etc etc, he’s gonna try out some of yours

His favorites are sunshine and baby cakes heheheheheh

And his voice is just so light when he says it like its filled with love

Im sobbing right now

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[f1nalboys]

Howdy pal! You know I have to ask for some Poly!Lost Boys after you requested one from me hehe your poly!lost boys stuff is some of my fave <3 Okay, how about something along the lines of afab reader being on the boardwalk with the boys, and after some asshole guys try to hit on you/get in your space, the vamp boys take it upon themselves to ehem assert dominance >:) Some public sex/groping, voyeurism, lots of possessive dirty talk about who the reader belongs to and how they would never let anyone hurt you, and perhaps some bonus points if the asshole guys happen to stumble upon your lovers pleasuring you hehehe Hope u enjoy and I always love seeing your stuff and def need to catch up on your kinktober fics <3

EEEEEEE hope you like this!!!

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1285

WARNINGS: nsfw, public sex, four-some, possessiveness, slightly forced voyeurism, dirty talk, oral (afab receiving), nipple play??, not proofread lolz, murder <3, blood mention, implication of more sex

“Hey there, honey.” The man’s voice made your face twist up as you turned around. You’ve never seen him around before and you really wish you had been able to keep that up now that you were face to face with him. He leans in and you get a whiff of tobacco. “You look lost. Maybe ya need a man to help you out.”

Scoffing, you try to just turn away and ignore him, your eyes searching for any of the boys, when he grabs your arm and turns you around. “Get the hell off of me,” You snap, ripping your arm away from him. He snarls at you, opening his mouth to say something when you feel an arm snake around your waist and a smell wafts over you, one that is much more familiar.

“Who the fuck are you?” David's voice was thick and you leaned into him with a smirk. David was shorter than the other guy but his personality was 10x larger. Dwayne, Marko, and Paul are right behind David, standing behind you silently and you watch as the man sizes them up.

“Didn’t know they were spoken for.” He scowls down at you and turns away, walking off into the distance and David’s grip on your waist tightens. All of the boys hated seeing another man talk to you, but especially David.

He walked quickly through the crowd, making sure you were still following him. David turns into an alleyway and shoves you against the wall, his knee in between your legs. You were shrouded by darkness, the lights from the boardwalk off to the side as David started to kiss you. The brick digs into your back but David’s gloved hands are roaming your body, gliding up your shirt with an insane amount of intensity.

“Stupid fucking prick,” He murmurs against your lips, nipping at your bottom one before he begins to kiss along your jaw. You hum, opening your eyes to see the other three men behind him with smirks on their faces. “Didn’t know you belong to us, gotta prove it.”

When he pulls away from you he’s quickly replaced by Marko who shoves his tongue down your throat. His hand is on the base of your neck, forcing you in closer to him, and he’s palming at your tit roughly. Your mind is swimming from the feeling and from the slowly-dawning realization that you’re about to get fucked in an alleyway a mere 10 feet from the boardwalk. The fact should bother you but it doesn’t.

Marko takes a step backwards and you follow without another thought. Paul slips in behind you and kisses at your neck, sucking and biting at your flesh while Marko’s tongue drags across your own. You can barely breath but god, you didn’t even want to if it meant you would have to pull away from either of them for a single second.

“Marko, can you fucking get her pants off or am I gonna have to do it for you?” Dwayne’s voice is right beside you and when Marko pulls back he does so with a scoff. You turn your head slightly, Paul's lips still sucking hickies onto your neck, and Dwayne smiles at you. “Who do you belong to, again?”

“You four. All of you,” You get out and Marko drops to his knees, pulling at your jeans with a sly smile. He lets go of them when they’re around your ankles and leans in, breathing in your scent with a groan. Dwayne pulls your shirt up palming at your clothed breast for a second before tugging your bra down. The cool night air hardens your nipples and you gasp when Dwayne swoops down and attaches his mouth onto one of them.

Paul’s free hand is on your other nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers. You’re so focused on the feeling that you don’t notice Marko pulling your underwear down until he’s spreading your legs apart and licking up your cunt. Your hands tangle into his hair immediately and it spurs him onwards, the wet sounds of his mouth and your juices filling the air.

“Such a good slut for us,” David says. He’s still standing in front of you, the only one who’s hands aren’t grabbing at you, but his voice had the same effect on you as if he were. “You can only do this with us, isn’t that right? No one else out there could get you to spread your legs for them on the fucking boardwalk.”

You whimper at his words and Marko pushes in two of his fingers. The stretch makes you hiss. Dwayne is still sucking at your nipple, his teeth grazing across the bud every so often. “S-so good. You all make me, fuck! Make me feel so nice.” It’s hard to get the words out with how overloaded your senses are.

“What’re you- oh!” You look to the side and see the man who had been bothering you on the boardwalk standing in the opening of the alley way. Your face heats up and you half-expect Marko, Dwyane, and Paul to let up, to move off of you and let you get dressed. But they don’t. They’re movements get faster, more confident. “I didn’t… I’m gonna leave,”

“No.” David says sharply and you watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he walks over to the man and grabs him by the shoulder. David walked him over to where he had been standing and the man kept trying to keep his eyes off of your body and the men ravishing it. “See, you tried to encroach on our property. And this,” David motions towards your quivering form; you were so close. “This is how we prove that we own her.”

Markos fingers are curling inside you and he’s sucking your clit into his mouth, his eyes trained on you. Your legs were shaking and if Paul hadn’t been behind you, his hands around your waist, you would have surely fallen onto the ground. Your nipples were painfully hard, bordering on raw, and they still hadn’t stopped touching you. Your skin was on fire.

“Gonna, fuck! I’m, I need to-”

“Cum, Y/N. Show us who can make you feel good, who can keep you safe. Prove it.” David's voice sounds far off as you come undone into Markos mouth. He takes it like a champ, his hands on your thighs and his tongue never leaving your cunt until you are limp. When he pulls off of you he’s grinning and you can see his face covered in your juices from the boardwalk lights. He licks his lips as he pulls your pants back up and Paul and Dwayne let go of your tits.

Your eyes remain closed, your heart thumping out of your chest, as Dwayne fixes your bra and shirt, moving off of you and leaving Paul to keep you standing. The sound of a thump forces your eyes open and they snap directly to the body on the ground. Glancing up, you can make out the crimson liquid covering David’s face and chest, some of it still dripping onto the ground.

“I got hungry,” He says and you sigh, standing up fully. Paul moves off of you and gives David a grin when he walks past him. David wraps his arms around your waist and stares at you. His eyes flash yellow and a shiver goes down your spine. “And I couldn’t have someone else see you like that and live. Now,” His hand knots itself into your hair and he wretches your head back, exposing your neck for him. “It’s my turn to really show you who you belong to.”

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[f1nalboys]

period sex with the slashers pls?

LETS GO ANON LETS GO!!! Under the cut is Poly!TLB (including Star), all three Sinclair brothers, and Billy/Stu/Mickey <3 Hope you enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: 971

WARNINGS: period sex, nsfw, blood, fingering, oral, gn!afab!reader

TLB

Literally the worst people to have period sex with

(or the best)

Don’t expect any down time when you’re on your period, at the very least the boys (and star) are going to be all over you

Marko especially, he’s going to be grabbing ahold of you and kissing you, smelling you

Like a dog but a really cute one :)

Dwayne might be the one who's more likely to leave you be, but that’s just because he knows once he…. Gets a whiff (sorry, i know, its gross) he's not going to be able to leave you alone

David is the one to initiate sex first, blood has never bothered him and it’s going to be even hotter if hes able to cover you in blood that isn’t from a wound

So expect lots of oral (they love the taste and smell of you, what can I say) and sex

Like deadass, you might not even need to wear underwear (or clothes) that week because someone is going to want to use you at all hours of the day

Star, Dwayne, and Paul will be the most gentle with you, not going to hard because they know you’re in pain from cramps

David and Marko??? Whole different story

This is the week that you’ll get a lot of love bites on your body, more than you normally would get

David will live in between your legs, he might not even want to go hunt this time of the month because you have a meal ready for him <3

Just make sure they don’t… over do it and you because they will literally eat you dry LMFAO

SINCLAIR BROTHERS

None of the brothers are afraid of blood, that much is certain

Lester is the most into it, he thinks its so fucking hot that you’d still want him to fuck you even if you were on your period

You have to bring it up to him first

Because if you don’t and he asks to have sex and you go ‘I’m on my period,’ he’s going to assume you don’t want to have sex with him because of that

He’s eating you out, idc the man carries roadkill around all day, eating your blood soaked pussy isn’t going to bother him

Lets all imagine his face buried between your legs before he pulls back, his entire mouth and chin and nose covered in blood and he has that shit eating grin

Yeah <3

Bo also loves period sex, but it might take a bit for him to be alright with eating you out while you’re on your period

Like a long term relationship type thing

But once he does it for the first time??? Good luck getting his mouth off of you

He loves fucking you in the garage with you strapped down to the chair (based on this fic by @aggravatetheaxe because holy shit its perfect!!! like that’s bo babey!!! also follow jack mwah)

Fingers you until his entire hand is covered in blood

Might make you clean him up, whether that be by sucking his cock clean, licking up his fingers, or kissing him

It’s only fair YOU get a taste of yourself too, right??

Vincent, for some reason, seems like the one you’d have to try and convince

Not because he thinks its gross or anything, but because he knows periods can be painful and he doesn’t want to make it hurt more

Tell him it’s alright and mayyyybe have him catch you fingering yourself and he’ll get right on it

Fucks you from behind and will use your blood and cum to cover your body, especially your nipples

GHOSTFACE

Billy and Stu looooove them some period sex fr

Stu will eat you out for hours, nice and slow, if you let him

Billy, while he’s totally up for eating you out too, wants to fuck you

Seeing his cock covered in your blood is so hot to him, the feeling of it around him when hes thrusting into you

He gets drunk off of it I stg

Both of them would be a little less likely to try and initiate sex just because they don’t want to push you if you’re not feeling up for it

If you want to initiate it though…. They’re so down, please let them

Mickey is also into period sex but is not going to be forthcoming with it

When you’re on your period he’s going to try and avoid all sex conversation lol, but you can definietly tell he’s more handsy

Grabs your waist, will kiss your neck, might offer to finger you if you’re up for it

But when you ask if he’d ever think about fuck you while you’re on your period, you essentially opened the fucking floodgates

Mickey will be buying you more sheets because the ones you have will be stained to hell and back

Also loves the sight and feel of your blood on him and he’s going to finger you first and spread your blood over your thighs and stomach, might get super into it and start making some… vaguely threatening comments about making you bleed more while he fucks you

If you ask him about it after he’s like ‘lol… 😐i was in a silly goofy mood’ because he wouldn’t ever actually stab you or anything

But maybe the thought is hot to him idk hes a freak i love him

He will also eat you out with no hesitation but if he does that then you have to kiss him and suck him off after he fucks you

Talks up the taste of your period blood which like

Is a big confident booster but in a weird way

Like you love how metallic i taste 🥺? bae stooooppppp it you’re making me blush

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[f1nalboys]

REQUESTS FOR DBH YOU SAY? Any chance I can get a soft affectionate bit of our dearly beloved Ralph? :D

GOD I LOVE YOU FOR THIS <3333 I love Ralph and he needs more love I swear

WORD COUNT: 542

WARNINGS: none <3

RALPH MY BELOVED FR

God please just love him and be patient

Getting close with Ralph would take a bit, especially if you’re not an android. He doesn’t want to get hurt like he has before

But if you’re kind and patient, showing him that you care about him and that you wouldn’t ever dream of being unkind??? He’s putty in your hands!!

He’s gonna bring you little gifts he finds, he kind of like a crow

Shiny thing? Here you go, I thought you might like this :)

GOD please give him gifts!!!! He really loves homemade stuff (or even things you find out and about that you think he may like, knowing you think about him when he’s not there is the way to his heart)

He will follow you around like a lost puppy those first few weeks if not months you're together

He's so scared you'll leave him, it'll genuinely break his heart if you do

“Ralph loves you, he’ll protect you!”

And he will! Anything that could be a threat is getting fucking rocked

He’d also cook you stuff all the time

Yeah it might be roadkill but he really is trying

Ralph is so self conscious about his face. He doesn’t understand why you like him so please please PLEASE just shower him in praise

Kiss him <3

He loves cuddling, he literally could stay there with you in his arms for hours

Ralph also loves listening to you talk, it slows his brain down and lets him calm down

TELL HIM STORIES IDC HE’S PERFECT HE WOULD LOVE IT

He’d even read to you and do funny little voices

When he gets overwhelmed, which is quite often, he doesn’t want you around him

He’s worried he might hurt you accidentally and that would fucking kill him. He’d literally never forgive himself even if you do

He’s super affectionate and would smother you in kisses whenever he could and he’s always touching you in some way

A hand on your arm, grabbing your hand with his, his foot touching you on the couch. He does it without even realizing it, but when he does it it helps ground him, lets him know that he’s not alone and that he’s safe

You’re truly his world

Gets jealous easily, especially if you have to go out and do stuff

He’ll worry all day until you're back home and then he’d grill you about what happened while you were out

“Who is that? Ralph doesn’t like them, Ralph doesn’t trust them. Can’t trust them, Y/N, no way.”

He won't go out and stop you from talking with anyone or anything like that because deep down he trusts you, he just doesn't trust other people

You’re beautiful, of course those people want you! They’re going to try and steal you from ralph, he just knows it

He’s a king idc he loves you so much it’s impossible for him to ignore his feelings

He was 100% the one who said i love you first and it was probably very early on but you can’t blame him, he has a lot of love to give <33

10/10 would recommend being with him, he’d treat you so good i love he

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[f1nalboys]

*deep breath* Okay OKAY SO...polyghostface ofc but Im feeling f l u f f y so maybe something where Billy, Stu, and F! Or GN!reader are all pining for each other? Like their inner thoughts and maybe realizing oh shit Im in love with two people god theyre both so perfect for me fuck. And feelings come out one day hanging in stu's room? Some smut if you feel like it, but if not the just that!

couldn't find a good point to get in some smut so i apologize BUT i really laid the fluff on there so i hope that makes up for it!!!

Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1593

WARNINGS: fluff, cursing, lowkey domestic poly ghostface, friends to lovers

Surprisingly, it was Billy who realized his feelings for the two of you first. He and Stu had been together for a few months at this point, exclusive but nothing official. You, on the other hand, were just a friend. A really close, cool, funny, hot, platonic friend. His feelings, something he tended to just shove down until a better moment to handle them (which happened to be never) hit him like a bag of bricks 2 months, 1 week, 6 days, and 4 hours ago.

He still isn’t sure why that was when he realized his feelings, either. Thinking back on it, Billy clearly had a crush on you long before then, but it took this miniscule and almost forgettable moment to realize it. Stu was supposed to be the dumb one, not him.

You and he were in his living room sprawled out onto the floor. He had a huge project due for his English 301 class and, in typical Billy fashion, completely forgot about starting it until three days before. “Remind me again how much notice you had on this shit?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together in mock annoyance. Billy sighs and feels his cheeks heat up.

“...A month and a half.” You bark out a laugh and he flips you off, the corner of his lip upturned. “Shut it. I just… forgot that it was a thing. And besides, now that you owe me some help, I’ll get it done in no time!”

“You’re cashing that favor in on this project?” You really were confused about that part. Billy knew that if he had just asked you would've dropped anything and hauled ass to his place to help him free of charge. You shrug. “Whatever floats your boat. Now,” You sit up and scoot closer to Billy, holding a pile of papers with his chicken-scratch on it and dropping it in front of him. You place a hand onto his knee and for some reason Billy can feel his stomach ache. Not in a bad, I’m-gonna-hurl way, but in a good way. “Can you tell me what the hell you wrote? I can’t read your handwriting for shit.”

Something about that moment flipped the switch in Billy’s head. The only logical explanation for him to feel that way after something so… innocent was that he was in love with you. That, or he was coming down with a bug. He wasn’t sure which one he’d prefer, honestly. He fought back the idea of liking you until it was well past two am and you had passed out on the couch.

A sticky note was stick to the side of your face and there was a thin line of drool sliding down your cheek but fuck, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you looked cute. There was something so mind-numbingly domestic about this that just had his head reeling. “I like you.” He whispered it softly, his eyes trained on your sleeping form, testing the words. They sounded nice.

You were the next one to realize your feelings for the two men. Surprisingly, you realized it at the exact same time; they had come over your house to comfort you. You had been talking to them for the last two nights about this date you were supposed to go on, your first one in a long time, but when you had gotten to the restaurant and sat for almost an hour, you realized that you had been stood up. A part of you didn’t want to answer their texts asking how the date was going. It was humiliating.

But you knew them and while, yes, they were often assholes, you knew they wouldn’t make fun of you for this. Not with how fucking awful you were feeling. You called them as you got out of the restaurant, tears flowing freely, and you could hear the seriousness in their voice when they asked where you were.

They met you at your house, staying on the phone with you until they saw you face to face, and Stu pulled you in for a bone crushing hug. “Fuck, Y/N, you alright?” He asks with his chin resting on top of your head. Billy had come up and grabbed your belongings from you, putting them in their place while Stu walked you into the living room.

“Yeah...no. No, I’m not,” You said, your voice cracking. The two men wrapped their arms around you and held you, nothing more. They let you cry, only breaking the silence to whisper soothing things into your ear. It was nice. When you finished you were exhausted and they knew it. “M’sorry for making you guys come all the way out here.”

“Stop apologizing.” Billy snapped and Stu nodded in agreement. Billy grabbed your hand and laced his fingers in yours, squeezing your hand tightly. All you could do was look at him, really look at him, as he spoke. “You’re our friend, Y/N. We love you and we fucking hate seeing you hurt, especially because of some piece of shit asshole. You didn’t make us do anything, we chose to come here because we love you. Now, go get changed into comfy clothes because we’re gonna watch the goriest, shittiest 60’s movie I can think of to make you feel better.”

Stu nods, kissing your shoulder in a soothing act, one that had you leaning into his touch ever so slightly. “Yeah! Have you ever seen us do shit we didn’t want to?”

And it worked. Billy’s rousing speech had you getting changed within minutes and when you came back out into your living room the two men had set about their own tasks. Billy was creating a fort using your dining room chairs and blankets, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he set it up. Stu was in the kitchen singing along to the radio, filling in the words he didn’t know with loud noises. He was getting popcorn and drinks together, even making you his ‘world famous’ nachos that he only made when he deemed the situation ‘insane, sad, or happy’ enough for one.

That’s when you realized. You knew you loved them, but up until now, you always thought the warm feeling that filled your chest when you were with them was just the kind that friends get around other friends. But this, the way your heart was thumping and how you couldn’t stop from smiling at the utter kindness they were showing you? That was love.

Stu was the last one to realize, but not because he never knew. In all honesty, he had just assumed you and Billy felt the same way about him that he felt about you and never considered the alternative that maybe your feelings weren’t as strong as his. He was watching you and Billy talk about… something and he felt himself get all fuzzy inside.

That’s not how friends feel about each other. Friends aren’t supposed to think about friends’ lips against their own, they’re not supposed to think about their friends' moans, and they’re DEFINITELY not supposed to think about their friends' bodies. And that’s all Stu was doing/ He thought about more innocent stuff when it came to both you and Billy obviously, but he’d be lying if he said his thought’s had never once been plagued by the image of all three of your bodies together.

And now here you all were, eating dinner in silence, each thinking about the other two in the most romantic, sickly sweet way possible, all while thinking the other two didn’t feel the same way. Stupid, really. Ask anyone else and they’d tell you they really did think the three of you were together with how you were attached at the hip and how the three of you got these big doe eyes and wide smiles when you talked about the others.

Something you said had the boys reeling. It took a solid three minutes before anyone spoke again and when they did, the two men were blurting out love confessions. It was pretty cute seeing them all nervous and fidgety, especially once they realized that the other was saying the exact same thing as them. “So… who do you choose?”

It was Stu who asked and the room fell silent again, both men staring at you, their gaze intense. It was enough to have you shifting in your chair. “Uhm… I’m not choosing between you two.” Billy and Stu visibly deflate. “No! No, I’m saying I’m not picking between you two. I kind of… I kind of like you both and if we’re going to do this, y’know, date or whatever, I was thinking all three of us could try it.”

“Both of us?” Billy asked before turning to look at Stu. They had been together before and you knew that, so it wasn’t a question of being with another man. They just had never once considered the possibility of adding you into the relationship. “I mean.. I’m cool with that, yeah,” He says with a grin, trying to act nonchalant about all this. Stu on the other hand made no attempt to hide his excitement.

“Score! I get to date two hot pieces of ass?”

You groan playfully, tossing your head back slightly. “Don’t make me change my mind, Stuart.”

“Ouch! The first name; you’re in troubleeeeee,” Billy teased, leaning over to you and kissing your cheek gently. Yeah, you could get used to this.

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[f1nalboys]

I have become a Randy simp, thank you for this. It’s amazing. Anyways, if possible, could I get a Randy x Reader (platonic or otherwise) where the reader comes to the video store to try and find really obscure horror films most people would never watch or know about?

-NITL✨

oh i love love love you for this <3333 i made it so it's a little romantic because im a sucker for a meet cute in the video store hehe but i hope you enjoy mwah

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 548

WARNINGS: pure love babey, not proofread

“Hey, do you guys have ‘The Black Pit of Dr. M’?” Randy turns from the cart of movies with raised eyebrows. You were just behind him, a stack of vhs’ in your hands and a slightly embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you… you do work here, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah I do, sorry, I just…” Randy gives a short laugh, his face burning pink. “I’m surprised that you know that movie is all.” You shrug, your smile growing in confidence and width. He likes your smile. He turns, berating himself; what a Randy thing to do, start falling for a stranger all because of their obscure taste and stupidly beautiful smile. “We actually do have it.”

You laugh, one that sounds really fucking ncie to Randy, and he grins back at you. “Oh thank god! You wouldn’t believe how many stores I’ve been to trying to hunt it down. If you’re not busy, could you point me in the direction of it?”

Randy stands up straighter, a sudden burst of confidence. “I’ll do you one better; follow me, fellow cinephile.” He cringes as the words leave his mouth but you laugh and now he’s really confident in that joke. You follow him through the store, past the Thriller section and Dramas until Randy pauses in front of the Fantasy section.

“Shouldn’t it be in horror?”

“That’s exactly what I said!” Randy chimes in, crouching to look at the bottom shelf. “I’ve always believed it’s more on the ‘horror’ side of things, but what do I know? I’ve only seen it twelve thousand times.”

He finds it, letting out a ‘aha’ as he snatches it off of the shelf. His knees pop when he stands up but he hands the dusty VHS off to you with a sad smile, like he was saying goodbye to an old friend. “God, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much,” Your eyes dart down to his shirt and for a second, Randy thinks you’re checking him out until you continue. “Randy. I like that name.”

“Thank you! I’m sure you’re name is great too,”

“Y/N.” You hold out your hand, the tapes held precariously in your other one. “So? What’s the verdict?”

He takes your hand, squeezing it before he lets go. He taps his chin with his finger, running the name through his head. “Pretty good. 8/10, room for improvement.”

“Ha ha,” You snort, the sarcasm making Randy grin.

“C’mon, I’ll check you out. If you’re finished, that is?” You nod, following him to the counter. The eight movies, growing in obscurity, come out to a total of $24. You fork over the money, taking a second to look Randy over as he counts out your change. “Here ya go.”

You pocket the change and go to turn but stop, deciding to speak. “You said you’ve seen the movie a bunch of times before, right?” Randy nods. “So, obviously, you have great taste. Any recommendations?”

“Tell you what; when you come to return those, I’ll give you a whole list, as long as you bring one too.”

“Sounds like a date,” Your face burns hot and Randy's face flushes. “I mean, it sounds like a plan. Bye, Randy.”

He waves even after you turn around. “Bye, Y/N.”

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[f1nalboys]

I am requesting more Dewey because like he's a daddy. Honestly anything with him because your writing is *chef's kiss*

HIII so sorry this took so damn long to get out and sorry it's not suuuuper smutty, i do hope you enjoy it regardless!!!!! this was the last req i actually had in my inbox which is fun hehe <3

Dewey Riley x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 904

WARNINGS: nsfw, oral (amab receiving), roleplay, established relationship, there's no power imbalance i promise yall, old man dewey <3, interruption, implication of more sex, not proofread

“I’m sorry! Please, I can’t go to jail!” You beg, eyes brimming with tears. Dewey stares at you from behind his desk with a look of complete and utter boredom. The room was silent save for the clock, the ticking making your skin crawl. “Please, Sheriff, I-”

“You stole something from the Robinson’s store, Y/N,” He interrupts, leaning in closer, his elbows resting on the wooden top of the desk. “What am I supposed to do, hm? Just let you go? Who’s to say you won’t do it again.”

“I won't! I swear I won’t!” He sighs, running a hand through his thinning hair and looking at you with narrowed eyes. You and he were alone in the station and you were sat in his office, the chair you were in being insanely uncomfortable, probably on purpose. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

You can barely make out the breath Dewey sucks in but it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes dart down to your lips. “Anything? You really don’t want to get in trouble, don’t you?” You nod. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue before leaning to the side and peering behind you out the glass. “C’mere.” You stand quickly, your knees weak, and make your way around the desk towards him.

He moves backwards in his chair and spreads his legs, putting his arms behind his head. “Dewey?” You ask, though you know what he’s asking you to do.

“Get on your knees and prove that you’re innocent.” His voice is commanding, harsher than you’ve known him to be, and you do it without thinking. The office’s floor is carpeted, thankfully, so your knees aren’t going to hurt as you do it. He makes no move to unbutton his pants so you take charge and do so, staring up at him anxiously, watching his every movement.

Dewey scoots in closer and you are trapped between him and teh desk, a position you hadn’t expected to be in but one that you’re surprisingly okay with. ”Are you sure about this? I mean… you’re sure if I do this I won’t get in trouble?” You question, hand on his zipper. He gives you a reassuring smile, placing his large, calloused hand on your cheek. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Would I ever steer you wrong, honey?” You return his smile, though yours is filled with nerves, and you give one last look to the office door before pulling his zipper down. Dewey lets out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering shut, as you reach your hand down his pants and underwear, pulling his cock out. He was soft still but bigger than you had expected, heavy in your hand.

You pump him slowly, watching as his jaw tenses and you can feel him grow harder with each pull. “You’re big,” You whisper and he laughs lightly, eyes opening and looking down at you. His cheeks were tinged pink and you avert your eyes from his; he looked pretty. Tentatively you lean down and swipe your tongue over his slit.

“Fuck me!” He curses, sucking in a deep breath and you take that as the encouragement you need to take him into your mouth. You go slow, looking up at Dewey through your eyelashes as you hollow your cheeks. His hand rests on the back of your head, pushing you down further along his shaft and he only lets go when you gag. “Fuck, your mouth… fuckin’ amazing.” He groans and you hum around him.

A sharp knock on the door has you pausing, Deweys cock still in your mouth. He stares down at you with large eyes and he motions for you to move under the desk. He scoots in just as the door opens and you wait, holding your breath.

“Dewey? I called the station's phone, how come you didn’t answer?”

“Christ, Judy! You scared the hell outta me,” He says, huffing. You bite back your snort; this is no way for you to be discovered. “What do you need?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted me to get you anything from the diner! It’s too late now, though, grumpy pants.” Judy responds and, in a moment of brilliance (or stupidity) you decide to continue doing what she had interrupted. Dewey gasps when you wrap your lips around his cock and the hand he had on his knee is wrapping around your throat. “You okay?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, just not feeling all that great. Might leave early today.” He says through clenched teeth, releasing your throat with another squeeze. You keep your lips around his tip, refusing to move your head an inch until Judy is gone.

Judy tsks, not believing Dewey for a second, but ultimately accepts the flimsy excuse. ‘Alright then… feel better.” She leaves, the door shutting behind her and Dewey breathes a sigh of relief, scooting out from the desk to give you some room.

“You’re a bitch, y’know that?” He says with a grin and you grin, puckering your lips and he leans down to kiss you. “Didn’t know she was gonna get back so soon… I think we might need to cut this short, baby.”

You sigh, placing a few kisses to his cock before tucking him back into his pants. “Fine. But we better finish this up at home, alright? I really don’t want to go to jail, Sheriff.”

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[f1nalboys]

hi! I wanted to just quickly say i love your work, and I think you're such a talented writer :)

I was wondering of maybe you could do a scream 2 era randy x reader fluff(?)(nothing nsfw, but idk if youd call it fluff either) where the reader is another student in his film theory class and he develops a crush on them after overhearing conversations, listening to their inputs in class discussions/debates, etc. and essentially falls for them after learning over time about them and their favorite movies, opinions etc. and so eventually he's decided to confess and ask them on a date?

if not that's totally fine! ty <3

HIII so sorry for the wait im awful!!!! D: im also so sorry at how short this is :( i had a good time writing it though hehe i hope you still like it

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 368

WARNINGS: just plain fluff babey

OK THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE

Randy is 100000% the type of guy to hear you say 1 (one) thing he agrees on and then decides he has a crush on you

Oh you like Sleepaway Camp? Heart eyes and steam coming out of his ears.

Randy has very strong opinions on movies and will absolutely let his opinions be known but he will try to be a little nicer when he disagrees with you on something

He likes to hear your more in depth and nuanced takes

Like yeah, debating on who the best slasher is is great but he really finds your opinions on whether or not the films are Politically Correct (in the most basic of terms honestly) much more interesting

You and he would for sure get into your fair share of arguments just because Randy is hard headed

But you will also have plenty of amazing conversations discussing the films you both enjoy

He teaches you things you didn't know, you teach him things he didn’t know, it’s a very enlightening pairing you have going on

Randy starts to look forward to your thoughts in class and will literally stare at you like :D while you talk

He loves how passionate you are omgggggg it makes his little heart flutter fr

He’ll ask you out in the most on-chalant way he can

Like he’d run up to after class ends and be like “Hey do you wanna study together for the final :-)” but inside his head is that one spongebob scene

This one

But if you agree he will spend the next hour in his dorm getting ready and figuring out what to wear

Expect some cologne too hehe

If the ‘study date’ goes well he’ll ask you out on a for real date

“Man, that was great! If you want, I’d love to grab dinner with you?”

He just doesn’t want to night to end

Randy is perfect im telling yall

Basically he tends to get crushes so quick its insane

But he also loses them quick

When he realized his crush on you was doing the opposite of diminishing that’s when he’ll ask you out

Your honor id die for him

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[f1nalboys]

Imagine Stu babysitting yours and Billy's baby. The utter chaos that would follow.

listen idk if you wanted this as a req but i went full brainrot and needed to write a fic (well a oneshot but whatever) for it so >:)))) i hope you like it!!! also i made it so billy and you were exclusive, stu wasn't dating either of you just to make it easier on me lol

WORD COUNT: 772

WARNINGS: fluff, reader had a baby but i avoided gendered language

“You worry too much, babe,” Billy says, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you on your cheek. You had just finished your first real date after your daughter was born almost 5 years ago and you were so nervous leaving her alone. Well, not alone, per say; Uncle Stu was there, but that didn’t help ease your nerves. In fact, it made them that much worse. “Stu won’t fuck up… too badly.”

“I heard that.” You mutter at his failed attempt of whispering the last two words. He laughs and you can’t help but smile. It was a really nice date and it felt good to get out and not worry about a toddler wrecking havoc around you. “Thank you for this, by the way. It was really nice.” He kisses your cheek again and lets go of you now that you have reached the car. He opens the door for you and you give him a quick kiss before slipping inside. “I love you.”

He repeats the sentiment and the drive home is quiet, almost relaxing. It was until you reached your neighborhood and you started to worry about the state of your house. “See? No house lit up in flames!” Billy says as you pull into the driveway. You shoot him a scowl that holds no anger behind it. “Let’s go see what the two kids are up to, shall we?” The two of you walk up to the front door and you wait, chewing at the inside of your cheeks.

The door swings open and you’re greeted by the smell of brownies. Stepping inside, however, is not as sweet. Your daughter's many dress clothes were strewn about the floor and you find two pairs of your dress shoes in the living room. Your daughter and Stu are nowhere to be found but you can make out music floating down from upstairs and you shoot Billy a look. “I think I would’ve preferred a house in flames.”

The mess continued upstairs and you almost tripped over one of Billy’s suitcases. The sight of it didn’t help the pit in your stomach; you knew you’d be cleaning up a majority of it. Your daughter's room is ajar, the source of the music, and you open the door fully only to let out a huge laugh.

Sat at the small table your daughter had were her, Stu, and an assortment of stuffed animals, action figures, and dolls. Your daughter was dressed in a green dress, a pair of your shoes beside her feet, and an orange tutu. On her face was an… interesting combination of makeup. Stu, however, was in much worse shape than she was.

He was in the clothes he had worn over but now they were covered in makeup, marker, and god knows what else. Stu had a full face of makeup as well, matching your daughters, and he had small pig tails in his hair. He was also tied to the very small chair with a jump rope. “Oh, hey guys! Didn’t know you were getting home already.” Stu says smoothly like he wasn’t being held hostage at a four year olds tea party.

“Hi! Uncle Stu and I were playing gangsters, he owed me money!” You turn your attention back to Stu, though he simply avoided your gaze, seemingly more interested in getting out of his bindings.

“I see that… I’m guessing you had a good time?”

“The best!” Billy walks into the room and your daughter rushes over, jumping into his arms, giggling into his neck when he begins to tickle her.

Stu stands up, stretching out his back, and gives Billy a crooked smile. “Hey man. Did you two lovebirds have a good date?” Your daughter lets out a muffled ‘ew!’ at the mention of your date and you poke her in the sides.

Nodding, Billy places her down and tells her to go get ready to get washed up for bed. He ignores the whines both she and Stu let out, telling her to go and pick up the clothes in the hallway. “Thanks for watching her, man.”

“Don’t worry about it; she’s a cool kid, it wasn’t even that bad.” He shrugs, motioning at his face. “Had to have a makeover to look good for the mob boss, y’know?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to have a talk about you teaching her about gangsters, you know that, right?”

Stu walks over and plants a kiss on your cheek, repeating the action to Billy, before rushing out of the room. “I’d love to stay and chat but I have to go! See ya!”

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[f1nalboys]

Could you make one of Randy degrading tf out of us in the video store while on a work shift and during break he takes us to the back and rails us till we see stars

LETS GOOOOOO ANON you're perfect im kissing you rn

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1856

WARNINGS: nsfw, degradation, semi-public sex, quickie, oral (amab receiving), dirty talk, wall sex, hair pulling, mention of exhibitionism, friends with benefits, mean randy bc he’s sexy

“Whore.” The second the word leaves his mouth you’re whipping around and staring at him, wide-eyed. You were stocking movies with Randy in the action section and, thankfully, there weren’t too many people in the store tonight. He smiles at you as though he hadn’t said it and continued to put movies away.

“What did you call me?” You ask, willing your voice to stay leveled. He cocks an eyebrow at you and you sigh, turning around and trying to ignore the way your legs squeezed together. Randy and you had been sleeping with each other every few days for the last two months and not once had he ever called you a whore. Not in public, at least.

You put away a few movies before you can feel him behind you. He leans against you, acting as though he was reaching around you to put a movie away, his erection pressed against your back. “I called you a whore. That’s what you are, remember?” He whispers into your ear and he moves off of you just as fast as he had pressed against you.

“You’re really gonna do this here?” You hiss. He knew how to get under your skin in the best way but this was a first. He nods and gives you a smile laced with smugness and it takes a lot of willpower not to punch him in the face. “We still have two hours before we’re off, you know that right? You’re really gonna walk around with a hard on all that time?”

“Who said we were gonna wait that long?” Randy looks around and grabs you, pulling you in for a short-lived kiss. “We can go on break in just a few minutes. I’ve noticed the storage room doesn’t get too crowded.”

Scoffing, you shake your head a little. “We’d lose our jobs, Randy! Christ, we can’t do that.”

“We can if you know how to keep your mouth shut. I mean, I know how hard it is for you to keep both your mouth and legs closed, but I can fix both of those problems.” You swallow hard and consider it. Wait a few hours and have sex in the comfort of one of your apartments or have very risky public sex at your job? You come to a decision fairly quickly and Randy can tell. “I’ll let Gary know we’re going on break, then. Why don’t you meet me there, hm?”

Nodding, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and rush past him, barely holding in a yelp when he smacks your ass. You don’t even spare a glance at your boss as you rush into the back of the store and make a beeline for the storage closet. When you enter you’re hit by a wave of chemicals and your nose scrunches; you forgot they had started keeping the cleaning products in here. The room was quite small and you wondered how exactly you and Randy would get anything done in here when the door opened.

Randy enters and shuts it immediately, locking it behind him. When he turns around he’s kissing you roughly, his hand gripping your neck as he shoves you against the door. Your hands tangle into his hair and you both stay there a moment, kissing the other harshly as if you hadn’t seen each other in years. You loved his lips, how soft they were, how well they fit with your own.

Pulling back, breathless, his grip on your neck tightens slightly and you whimper. “I told you to shut the fuck up, didn’t I?” He snaps, his voice low. You nod. Tsking, he takes a step backwards, and unbuttons his jeans. You don’t wait for him to ask and get down onto your knees, saliva filling your mouth at the thought of his cock being shoved down your throat. When he pulls his dick out he laughs at you and your eagerness. “You’re pretty pathetic like this, y’know? On your knees in a god-damn storage closet, begging for my cock.”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to do this first?” You reply, eyes narrowing, and all he does is scoff.

“Shut the fuck up and use your mouth for what it was made for, whore.” Though a small part of you wanted to punch him you don’t, instead opening your mouth wide for him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His voice is light and then he’s shoving his cock down your throat roughly, making you choke. Randy snaps his hips back, thrusting into your throat with reckless abandon and you take it.

You take it because you love this, love him using your mouth roughly with no regards to your ability to breathe. “F-fuck, Y/N, god. Almost forgot how warm your throat is…” He hums, tilting his head to the side while he watches you. You’re staring up at him with your tear-filled eyes and you’re choking around him with every thrust. “Shh, shh. Gotta keep quiet, still, fuck. You make me feel so good, y’know that?”

He pulls himself out of your mouth suddenly and you suck in air, the oxygen burning your lungs. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up, kissing you the second you’re back on your feet. His kiss is nearly bruising. “Need you. We don’t have a lot of time left, Randy, please-” You whimper against him, grabbing a hold of his cock and pumping it slowly. He grunts, kissing you again before pushing you away and turning you around.

“Get these off and bend over. Can’t prep you, wish I could, would take too long.” Randy is stumbling over his sentences and his hands are pulling at your jeans. You help him tug them down, your underwear with it, and his mouth is on you. Slapping your hand over your mouth you moan, hoping that it was enough to stifle it. When he stands back up he presses you against the wall beside the door and you can feel his cock pressed against you. “Fucking slut, probably already ready for me, though.”

“Can you hurry up and - fuck!” Your snarky response is cut short when he pushes inside you roughly. He was stretching you, your hole burning, and it shouldn’t feel as good as it does despite that. His hands grab your hips as he sets his pace, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air. It was almost obscene. “Shit, Randy! God, so good,”

His grip on your skin tightens, nails digging into you and it’s almost enough to break the skin. “Shut. The fuck. Up. You wanna get caught?” He lets out a soft laugh the second he says it; you had squeezed around him. “Oh my god, of course you do! Would love to have someone watch you get fucked, would probably cum the second that door opens. You want me to take you out there, fuck you in front of the customers? Wanna show them how much of a dirty, pathetic, nasty slut you are for me?”

Your face is shoved into your arm and you’re biting into the flesh, muffling all the moans that threatened to escape. It felt so good, he felt so good, and his words were filling your head and making your heart skip. He was pressed against your back, his mouth against your ear, and he never stopped talking as he fucked you.

The filth spilling from his lips was insane, nearly too much for you, and you were so close. “So, fuck, so close, Randy, please. Please let me, shit, please make me cum!” Your voice is hoarse and he moans into your ear, pulling you down onto him harder. One hand snakes in between your legs and he can’t help but notice.

“Yeah, fuckin’ touch yourself. You can’t wait to cum, can you? Got you fucking cock-drunk at work, don’t even know how you’ll finish your shift with my cum leaking out of you,” His voice is faltering, he’s close too, and the thought of him spilling inside you right now just for you to carry on as if nothing happened was too much.

When you cum, Randy takes one hand and puts it over your mouth, pulling you in even closer while he chases his own high. You’re a whimpering, pathetic mess by the time he cums and the two of you stand there, bodies pressed together, and catch your breath.

“S’good,” You say finally and Randy laughs, kissing your temple. No matter how rough or degrading he got during sex, he always turned it around after, kissing you and making sure you were okay. It was almost as good as the sex. Almost. “Breaks almost over.” He sighs, pulling out of you slowly. You felt too empty now.

Randy pulls his clothes back on and hands you your own, pulling them away when you go to grab them. “Sorry, forgot that I need these.” He grabs your underwear and, with a grin, pockets them. You scoff; he had to be fucking kidding. “Sorry baby, I want everyone to see when my cum spills outta you.”

“You’re gross,” You mutter, giving up on trying to get your underwear back and putting on your jeans. You could always go to the bathroom and clean yourself up before something like that happened. “How do I look?” “Like you just had really great sex.” Randy responds with a grin and you scoff. “Kidding, kidding. You look good. Let me fix your hair, though.” He runs his fingers through your hair for a second, fixing the fly aways, before his hand rests on your cheek. “Can’t fix how swollen your lips are from sucking me off, though.”

You push at him slightly though you can’t fight back the grin. Randy opens the door to the storage closet, looking in the hallway before ushering you out. The two of you walk down the hallway and run into your boss.

“There you two are! Been looking all over for you,” Gary says with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. You look at Randy out of the corner of your eye and can see just how flushed he looked. “What were you two doing? Having sex?” Before you can answer Gary laughs, throwing his head back, and you and Randy follow suit, though yours were more awkward. “Ah, I’m just kiddin’. I was looking for you two to let you know you can go home early.”

“What? How come?” You question, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Randy didn’t tell you?” Shaking your head, you look over at Randy who was just so happening to avoid your eyes. He seemed really interested in the ceiling tile. “I told him you and he were free to go, I’m shutting the place down early! He said he’d let you know.”

He looks between the two of you. Randy laughs, elbowing you in the side slightly. “Sorry, I totally forgot to let ‘em know. But hey, at least we can head home!” He says with a grin, looking at you. What a fucking asshole.

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ridiculously horny request, reader who does the sinclair's chores doing some laundry and being overheard/interrupted by vincent while masturbating with the vibrations from the clunky old washing machine and one of his sweaters while moaning his name, maybe actual sex ensues but i will leave that to you.

haven't been able to not think about this req since i got it LMFAO it didn't delve into actual sex but it hints at it, i hope that's alright!! but i hope you love this >:)))

Vincent Sinclair x GN!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1521

WARNINGS: nsfw, masturbation vid washing machine, masturbation (afab), voyeurism, vincent watches while reader masturbates, implication of more sex, not proofread

The washing machine was a piece of junk. It barely fucking worked and when it did, it made the most awful sound and clunked aorund, practically shaking the house off the damn foundation. You’ve given up on asking Bo to fix it; he’s made it very clear that he ‘doesn’t give a damn about the shittin’ machine, it’s still workin’ aint it?” Prick. You sigh, shoving another load into the rusted machine, slamming it closed and hitting your hip into the door just to make sure it was really closed.

“Piece of fucking junk,” You mutter under your breath as you start the machine up, waiting for it to start up. The sound of it starting the cycle has you flinching at the grinding sound. You start to unload the dryer of the clothing, a mix of Bo and Vincent’s attire, into the laundry basket when your mind starts to wander.

The washing machine was shaking violently, your feet vibrating from the close proximity on the floor. Glancing around the small room and peeking your head into the hallway, you double check that you were alone. You didn’t want to be interrupted during this. Kicking off your shoes and pulling your shorts down you lift yourself onto the washing machine carefully, perching on the edge, before jumping back off and grabbing one of Vincent’s sweaters from the laundry pile.

Even after going through the washer and dryer, his smell still clung to it as if it were etched into the fabric. You hold it to your nose and breathe in deeply, sighing. Vincent had always been apart of your fantasies and now that you had some of his clothing you could really bring your imagination to fruition. Hopping back up onto the machine you settle back, clutching his sweater close to your face.

“Fuck,” You moan as the vibrations shoot through you. You can feel your underwear beginning to grow wet and you sigh, your body relaxing almost immediately. You’ve been so fucking stressed lately, barely having time to sleep let alone pleasure yourself and both Vincent and Bo up your ass 24/7 you had no alone time. But Bo was busy in the garage fixing up an old victim's car to sell and Vincent was in the basement doing whatever it is he does when there isn’t a person to encase.

Swallowing back a moan, your eyes flutter shut and you begin to rock your hips in time with the machine, apply pressure against your clit from the cold steel with each forward thrust. You could feel yourself getting closer, it’s been too damn long since you’ve been able to do something like this.

A sharp knock at the door has your eyes popping open and gasping, your body still. Vincent stood in the doorway, his mask off and a clear smirk on his face. “Jesus! Vincent, what the fuck?! How… How long have you been standing there?” You ask, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment and you scoot off of the machine, grabbing your shorts.

“Look at me.” Vincent’s voice was hoarse and sharp and it had you standing straight and looking at him, giving him your full attention. Your shorts were still clasped in your hands and your heart was beating a mile a fucking minute. He starts to sign, slowly, his eyes narrowed. “I was there long enough to know you were close. Don’t let me stop you.”

You scoff though the anger didn’t quite reach it. “M’not- Fuck sake, Vincent. I mean, God, that’s so… you can’t just…”

“You’re the one getting off on the washing machine holding my sweater, not me.” His smile grew slightly at your shocked gasp. “Why don’t you get back up there and finish? I know you’ve been dying too lately, could practically smell the want coming from you and clearly you were thinking about me while you were doing it..”

“What, so you want me to just… get back to it after you leave?”

Vincent shakes his head and steps inside the room, closing the door behind him. The laundry room is small and if you take a step forward you’d be chest to chest with him. “No. I want to watch.” You scoff; what an asshole move to fuck with you like that. He snaps, grabbing your attention again, and his face is set in stone. “I’m serious.”

“Why? Why do you even… when did you…?” Words were failing you. You’ve had a crush on Vincent for god knows how long and you weren’t sure when he figured it out. Maybe you hadn’t been as secretive as you had thought you were, or perhaps Bo had said something to him. That’s definitely something the asshole would do.

“I’ll answer your questions after you finish. Please?”

“...Fine. I swear to god if you’re fucking with me…”

You drop your shorts again and shuffle back to the washing machine and sit yourself back on top of it. You were silently thankful you had decided to do a longer cycle this time. Biting back another moan, you settle back, much stiffer than you had been before and Vincent sighs, leaning back against the door, his arms folded over his chest.

“Relax. You’re too stiff, you’ll never finish like that.” You roll your eyes at the advice but ultimately, you know he’s right. You’re not sure if your heart is beating so fast from embarrassment of being caught or arousal from being watched. That’s something to figure out later.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and force your muscles to relax one by one. “Mmm…” You sigh as the pleasure begins to build in your stomach again, the vibrations building in intensity with each passing second. “Vincent- '' Your eyes snap open; you did not mean to moan his name. If you were by yourself, maybe you would have let the name slip by without thinking about it, but in front of him? How many times would you fuck up tonight?

“Say it again.” His hands are moving quickly now and the second he’s done talking to you his hands drop down to his crotch and you watch with wide eyes as he palms himself over his jeans.

You can’t even think of the amount of times you’ve thought about this exact scenario before but fuck, there was no way you were going to miss the sight in front of you. “V… Vincent, shit.” The words flow easily from you now. This wasn’t a cruel prank set up by one of the twins. This was happening, really fucking happening, and it was almost too much for you. “God, feels so good. M’so close already, fuck.”

Vincent unzips his jeans and pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to expose his cock for you. His shirt had risen up, exposing the line of hair that grew thicker and darker as it went down his stomach. His cock was half hard and he started to stroke himself to the sight of you, legs spread on the washing machine, showing off your fully soaked underwear for him.

You start to rock your hips again as the coil in your stomach returns 10 times stronger now and you’re starting to have trouble breathing. “F-fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Vince. Please, please, god I’m-” You cum, your toes curling and thighs shaking. Vincent’s breathing had picked up, filling the room along with your moans and the shake of the washing machine. You nearly fall off the machine when the vibrations become too much, your knees weak.

Grabbing a hold of the steel, you spare a glance at Vincent. His hand was still on his cock but he had stopped stroking himself. His hands leave his length and he stares at you, signing. “Go to my room. I need to taste you.” He didn’t need to tell you twice and you snatch your shorts up off of the floor and you walk past him, ‘accidentally’ brushing your hand across his cock as you open the door, only to come face to face with Bo.

He had a scowl on his face and it only grew when he realized you were half naked and Vincent was inside the room as well, shoving himself back into his pants. “You can’t just do the laundry without sexin’ the damn place up? Keep that shit to your bedroom, Vince, or else I’m makin’ you two deep clean the fuckin’ place. Is my laundry done?”

“Yeah…”

“Christ, took long enough. Both of yous get the hell outta there so I can get some clothes ‘fore I take a shower. And try to keep it down, I got a headache and I really don’t wanna hear you two fuckin’.” You give him a curt nod and practically sprint down the hallway to Vincent’s room. Bo stops Vincent and claps him on the back with a grin. “Finally got the balls to talk to ‘em, aye?”

Vincent flips Bo off and shuffles off after you, his thoughts drifting to how you’d taste on his tongue and how you’d feel around his cock.

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PLS gavin hatefucking oh my god

i'm going to give you my first born child anon thank you for giving me an excuse to write this mwah

Gavin Reed x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1626

WARNINGS: nsfw, hate sex, reader and gavin insult each other a lot, co-workers, oral (amab and afab receiving), facial, unprotected sex, fingering, not proofread

You shouldn’t be doing this. That’s all that was going through your mind as he slammed you against the wall, his hands rough, pulling off your coat and pinning your wrists above your head. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, though, and just this once you were going to let yourself forget about who exactly was touching you.

“God, you’re already wet, aren’t you?” So much for that. Gavin’s voice was hoarse, probably from the screaming match the two of you had just minutes ago, and his breath was hot against your throat. His hand was shoved down your jeans and underwear, his middle finger swiping through your folds with a growl. “You’ve been dying for me to fuck you, haven’t you?”

You scoff, biting your lip to hold back your moan when he presses against your clit. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Seems like you’ve been dying to fuck me, hm?” You get out as you yank one of your hands free from his grasp and palm him. He sucks in a harsh breath and pulls his head back, glaring at you, his face burning red. “You’re such an asshole, can’t shut your fucking mouth either-”

“Shut up,” He kisses you, teeth hitting your own, and he's biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. The metallic taste of your own blood fills your mouth. “You can be such a bitch sometimes. Get on your knees.” You cock an eyebrow and with a huff he shoves you down, your knees hitting the wooden flooring of your hallway. You hadn’t even made it to your bedroom. His belt is yanked off and tossed to the side and he’s shoving his jeans down.

Gavin’s cock is hard and you can feel him twitch when you grab ahold of him. “You gonna ask nicely?” You question and Gavin scowls, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He waits for you to stroke him but you stay still, your hand wrapped loosely around his shaft and he finally cracks.

“Jesus Christ, you really are fucking annoying. Can you suck my cock already?” You squint and he sighs. “Please?” With a smirk you begin to pump him, slowly, twisting your wrist and reveling in the choked moan he lets out. You stare up at him through your eyelashes as you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him. “Fuuuuck. You do this alot? You have a lot of cocks down your throat, don’t you?”

You want to pull off of him, punch him, curse him out, something to tell him to stop being an asshole, but you can’t. His words, however fucking annoying and disgusting, were getting to you, your thighs clenching together. You take him fully into your mouth and your nose is brushing against his curly brown pubes.

Gavin rests his arm against the wall, throwing his head back when you choke around him. “Fuck me, keep doing that,” You oblige, picking up the pace, and tears prick at your eyes when he starts to thrust, meeting you halfway. He whines when you pull off of him, spit and tears covering your face. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re gonna repay the favor and then you’re gonna fuck me.” He blinks, a shit-eating grin growing on his face when you stand up. You push him towards your bedroom and he pulls his jeans off fully now, sitting down on your bed. His tongue slides over his bottom lip, wetting it, as you take off your remaining clothes. “What?” You ask when you notice his gaze.

“Didn’t know you were hiding this under that ugly ass uniform of yours, detective.” If you weren’t aching for his mouth to be on your cunt, you probably would have laughed at that. You get onto the bed and spread your legs, baring yourself for him. “Fuck me, look at you,” He whispers to himself, getting onto his knees at the foot of your bed. You yelp in surprise when he grabs your legs and pulls you closer to him. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

He pushes your thighs apart and you groan, agitated. “Could you put your mouth to good use and shut up and eat me out already?” He answers by flattening his tongue in between your folds and licking upwards. Gavin’s a natural, his hands kneading the flesh of your thigh and keeping you open for him while his tongue and mouth worked wonders. It’s been too long since you were touched like this. “Shit, Gavin, don’t stop.”

He stops. You curse, sitting up on your elbows to see the dark look in his eyes. His lips and chin were covered in your arousal and you’re so focused on how hot he looks like that, that you’re taken by surprise when he shoves two fingers inside you with a squelch.

“Shit, you’re tight. You haven’t been fucked in a while, have you?” You don’t respond, his fingers pumping into you quickly, scissoring against that bundle of nerves inside you. You were gasping, his name mixed with curse words and incoherent babbles as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m gonna fuck you so well you can’t get enough of me.” With that he sucks on your clit and sends you over the edge.

Your vision goes white as you cum. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and your toes are curling as his fingers leave your hole, his mouth coming off of your clit with a pop. With a few shudders your body relaxes, going limp on the bed. “Fuck, that, shit. That was good,” You say breathlessly and he laughs. For the first time since you met him, it didn’t seem like it was at your expense.

“You ready for my cock?”

“You’re so gross, there are better ways to ask that,” You mutter, looking over at him. One of his eyebrows is raised and you sigh. “But yeah, yeah I am. Can you fuck me already?” He’s stroking his cock again, using your cum as makeshift lube, and the sight is delicious.

With a grin he crawls onto the bed overtop of you, kissing you. His tongue slips into your mouth with ease and your hands tangle into his hair, tugging at the brown strands which earns you a moan. “You gonna ask nicely?” Gavin says, pulling away from you with a shit-eating grin. He was parroting what you had said moments earlier and it was fucking annoying.

“And I’m the annoying one. Can you please fuck me, Gavin?” He hums, kissing you again before pulling back, sitting up on his knees. He was in between your legs and you held your breath in anticipation as he placed his cock against your folds. He swipes the tip up and down, collecting more of your slick, before he pushes inside you.

The two of you moan in unison as he bottoms out and he sits there for a minute, breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his size. He wasn’t the biggest but he was girthy, stretching you out in a way that you’ve never experienced before. “You’re so fucking tight, shit. This pussy of yours is fucking amazing,” He says, rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

“Your cock feels so good, fuck. Fucking stretching me,” You gasp as his pace picks up, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He’s moaning your name each time he fucks into you, sending a lighting bolt of pleasure through you.

“You’re such a fucking bitch, Y/N,” He says, thrusting into you harder. “Always bothering me about stupid shit, always busting my fucking balls, I can’t fuckin’ stand you,” He grunts, his calloused hand coming down and pressing against your lower stomach. You swear you can feel his cock rutting against his palm through you and it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Should’ve known you had a good cunt with how much shit you talk. God, I’m close. I’m gonna cum all over that face of yours,”

Gavin's thumb presses against your clit and he starts to rub harsh circles. One of his hands is flat against the bed beside your head, giving him leverage to continue fucking you, and you grab at his forearm. Your nails dig into his skin. “Please don’t stop, Gavin, fuck. Please, please, I wanna cum, feel so good. You’re such an a-asshole, fuck, keep fucking me like that.”

When you cum you cry out loudly, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes and the sight has Gavin pulling out of you, moving up the bed until he is straddling your chest. He’s jerking himself off quickly, his eyes screwed shut, and you wait with an open mouth. “Fuck, Y/N,” He moans, cumming onto your face. A few drops land onto your eager tongue and you swallow greedily.

He opens his eyes and, after making sure he had gotten every last drop out, he flops onto his back beside you. You clean your face up with your finger, sliding his cum into your mouth and he lets out a soft laugh. “Who would have thought you’d be swallowing my cum.”

“Not me,” You reply, grinning. When he kisses you it’s softer, his hand on your chin, his thumb brushing along your jawline. “I still hate you.” You pull away from him and narrow your eyes, though you smile when he laughs. Much to your surprise he throws an arm over you, pulling you into his side and putting his head in the crook of your neck.

“I hate you too. Now, m’gonna fall asleep. Let’s not talk about this after tonight.”

“Agreed.”

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