Make You Feel Needed - Bam Margera

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Hi! Could you maybe write something with Stu Macher. Where Stu and reader are watching horror movies and reader gets scared and Stu puts his arm around her to comfort her?! ☺️ just some really fluffy stuff

oh my gosh this is so cute I love stu macher... may not be as fluffy as you wanted but I tried!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! horror movie, cussing, stu being touchy-feely, makeout session at the end, kinda but not really steamy

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! again, doing this on mobile so the format may be weird. lowercase intended, double periods intended.

stu macher x fem!reader

you and stu had been dating for quite some time. by now, you had a routine together

every friday night you would go to his house to watch a movie, and you would pick what you watched.

but tonight was different

earlier, you and stu were talking in the hallways at school and a girl came up to him, asking if she could get his number

you were dumbfounded, how could she not have known you were his girlfriend?

I mean, his hand was literally on your ass cheek when she walked up

the girl must have had a serious death wish or something

you were leaning against your locker after your second-to-last class of the day, joined by your loving boyfriend stu. it was too hot for your liking, you were sweating and you didn't want to be too close to anyone, but stu loves physical affection. so do you! but when it's hot out, you don't like the way skin feels against yours. so, you settled on having his hand on your waist. every so often he would lower his hand and squeeze your butt, but you didn't mind. the others had just left, going off somewhere to talk about the killings that were happening in your town. you never liked to talk about it, you knew stu and billy were the killers, so you had no reason to theorize who may or may not be the killer, even if it made you look suspicious. stu knew that, and he didn't want to leave you by yourself so he offered to stay behind with you.

you grabbed his hand and pulled it up, attaching it to your waist. you gave him a pointed look and giggled as he kissed your cheek. a girl walked up, a pretty one. you got nervous but calmed down a bit when you felt stu's hand move lower. he was showing that you were his. normally, you wouldn't like this too much but right now, you loved it. "hey! I was wondering.. you're like, really hot, can I get your number?" your brows furrowed, confused by the girl's audacity. "yeah, no. I got this pretty lady, so I'm fine." you blushed and buried your head in his chest, laughing at him calling you a pretty lady. the girl rolled her eyes and walked away, mumbling a 'whatever'. stu looked at you and lifted your chin to look at him before connecting your lips and wrapping his arms around you. suddenly, the heat wasn't so bad anymore.

stu definitely killed her the next day. maybe grabbed her heart after gutting her and put it on your porch or something, in a box addressed to you. super romantic, right?! Joking.. Well, maybe.

stu wanted to give you something special that night, no matter what it was. he just wanted you to feel special. you were his special girl!

so here you were, cuddled up on the couch with you on top of a shirtless stu, a blanket covering the both of you from the cold air conditioning in stu's house. you were hiding your face in the crook of his neck and trying your best to block out the screams in the background.

he had a giant smile on his face, looking down at you.

"seriously stu I'm fucking terrified! she just got fucking possessed!" your face scrunched up in disgust as you pushed your face into his neck harder. "oh come on, baby! it's just a movie, she didn't actually get possessed. besides, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt my baby, demon or not". he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. you pulled away slightly to look up at him and smiled, pecking his lips gently as he moved his hands to squeeze your ass. "god, stu, you're like a 12 year old who just found his dad's playboy mag! so goddamn horny all the time" he laughed loudly as you rolled your eyes, a wide smile taking over your face as he squeezed harder.

you kissed him again and again, forgetting about the gruesome movie playing in the background.

all in all, stu is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

With the school season closing in for me, I’m back to being tired all the time and incredibly angry. Why? Teenagers need nine hours of sleep. Most people need to wake up at 5:00-6:00 to get to school on time. Maybe that doesn’t sound too bad to you, but let me break it down a bit. 

School ends at 2:20. From personal experience, I’m going to say people take around 15-30 minutes to get home. The average teenager then spends 2.7-3.5 hours a day on homework. Also, there’s a “recommended” amount of homework, and for high schoolers it’s around 2 hours. Where am I going with this? Most people finish school and homework by around 6:00. 

Oh, that’s not that bad. Really? Remember how I said that we need 9 hours of sleep and that we need to get up at around 5:30 to get to school on time? In order to do that, one has to sleep at 8:30. 

8:30. And we finish school and the associated work by 6:00. That gives us 2 and a half hours of leisure time. Two and a half hours of leisure time. 

I also just want to say, this is a little off-the-top-of-my-head, so the numbers might be a tad arbitrary, but people also need time for dinner (20 min), bathing (10 min), grabbing a snack after school (5 min), and in my (and most Muslims’) case, time for four daily prayers (40 min total). For me, that takes another 1 hour and 15 minutes from my leisure time. For people that don’t pray, that still takes around 35 minutes total. Where does that put us? 1:15-1:55 hours of leisure time. 

The thing is, nobody actually sleeps at 8:30. Teenagers aren’t wired to sleep that early, because our brains don’t start producing melatonin until 11:00. That’s looking like only 5.5 hours of sleep, then, and only 5 hours of leisure time. I don’t want to research the effects of sleep deprivation a ton right now, but I think everyone knows that a lack of sleep is really bad for you. It’s especially bad for teens, since our brains aren’t fully developed. We’re more likely to be depressed, anxious, unmotivated, and unfocused because of it. And we still don’t have a decent work-sleep-play balance. 

 I just think it’s fucked up. There’s no way to win in this situation. I don’t really have a fun, strong, rally together conclusion. This whole thing is written badly, anyway, because I’m sleep deprived. But yeah. Fuck the school system. 

[Edit: This blew up a lot more than I expected it to. This was mostly a rant about my school in particular, but as people in the notes have said, extracurriculars and jobs make this worse. Some schools also end a lot later than my school. I don’t have any official evidence to back this up or anything, but I’m 90% sure that this is a lot worse for low-income families where people legitimately need to have jobs after school to make ends meet. Also, I have ADHD which means that for me, homework usually takes a lot longer than three hours. And my ADHD is medicated. Homework can take ages for unmedicated ADHD folks.]

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Fezco imagine where reader is a a bad bitchhhh ( almost like Maddy) she takes matters in her own hands and doesn’t bite her tongue. I feel like that would complement fezcos chill and quiet personality.

honestly I love this idea..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! reader is a bad bitch, kissing, pda?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. a bit short

fezco x fem!reader

you and fez met in highschool, in tenth grade.

you immediately hit it off, you expressed your interest in his.. 'occupation' and he liked that you were bold and outspoken.

he was quiet and reserved, and you were loud and weren't afraid to speak your mind.

it was a match made in heaven, man!

you met ash late into tenth grade, when fezco finally decided to let you meet him. he was always reluctant to let you meet ash, he thought it got you too involved in his shit, he didnt want you to get hurt because of him.

you quickly took a liking to the young boy, basically taking him in as your own.

soon enough, you and fez were seen everywhere together

every time someone went over to his house, you were there

when he went to get groceries, you were with him, holding the list.

when you went anywhere, fezco was always there, watching over your shoulder

he liked to protect you, you were bound to have some enemies. someone had to be out to get you, it wasnt possible for nobody to hate you with how often you openly disagree with people.

but, surprisingly, people left you alone. maybe they were scared of you, you two were a pretty scary pair, after all.

soon enough, people started asking if you were dating.

you weren't, so it always caught you off guard, no matter how many times people asked.

eventually, fezco realized he had feelings for you.

he always knew he felt differently about you, but he always thought it was in a friendly way.

yeah, he was way off.

actually, he had been in love with you for months.

and it turns out, you had been in love with him too.

you didnt know it though, if you did, you would have told him, even if it would have had bad consequences

it didnt though..

here's how it went,

"fez, I love you". you two were sitting on his couch, watching an episode of a show the both of you loved. he turned to look at you, not actually paying attention to you. you were focused on the tv, suddenly extremely nervous. you didnt like the feeling, it felt like you had food poisoning or something. "yeah, I love you too, y/n". you sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to look at him with a deadpan face. "I dont think you understand, I'm in love with you, like, actually." his face wilted into confusion, tilting his head as if asking you if you were serious. "wait.. like, actually?" you scoffed and rolled your eyes again, looking back to the tv. "yes, like,actually, fezco."

you watched through the corner of your eye as he smiled, looking you up and down a few times. your brows furrowed, was he seriously checking you out right now? "shit.. you serious?" you scoffed and stood up, walking towards the front door. "wait, wait, no, dont leave.. fuck, I love you too, y/n". you looked back at him to see him standing with a worried look on his face, it was odd to see him like this, it wasnt really 'fezco behavior'. you were too focused on his behavior to understand what he was doing or what he said prior, but the next thing you knew, his hands were on your hips, pulling you towards him and his lips were on yours.

after that, you and him were somehow together more often than before.

when he sat down, you were always sitting next to him or on his lap.

you were always at his house, practically abandoning your own.

everyone said you shouldn't be together, that you were too different.

you didn't think so, though.

you two were perfect.

✨Mouth full✨

Aged up! Billy and Stu x reader fic!

warnings: smut, foul language, knives, getting cut, blood, anal, vaginal sex, squirting, reader uses she/her pronouns, nicknames (ex: princess, sweetheart, pretty girl etc.) being recorded, dubious consent, oral both male and female receiving, choking, hair pulling, blackmail (kinda?) reader is also younger then both men. Oh and spanking

a.n: this took so fucking long, so I hope y’all enjoy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

You didn’t mean to get stuck in this predicament. Albeit an enjoyable one, with Mr. Loomis touching you and Mr. macher recording the whole thing on his phone. “This is what happens when pretty little sluts wanna get into someone else’s business, they get their pretty pussy played with until they’re all dumb and drooling, this is what you wanted huh? You wanted to get caught? Answer me princess, or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt.” Mr. Loomis growled into your ear.

This had all started when the 25th anniversary of the Woodsboro killings that were put to a stop due to Mr. Loomis and Macher having to kill Neil Prescott, which was the father of Mr. Billy Loomis’ late girlfriend Sidney. Another person killed was Mr. Macher’s girlfriend, a girl named Tatum, who was officer Dewey’s little sister. Billy and Stu (Mr. Loomis and Macher’s first names) were able to live through the brutal murders of Neil Prescott and survive to tell the tale, but you had suspicions. You’ve always had.

When the anniversary was announced to take place a Stu Macher’s old house where it all happened, your friend begged you to go with “Come on! It’ll be fun, I promise! It gives us a reason to go somewhere and meet them! You have to admit, they’re both SOOO hot!” Your friend squealed. You reluctantly agree to go, only because this could give you the opportunity to actually find out if those men were telling the truth from 25 years ago. Once you got there your friend rushed you into the house, where you were greeted by almost everyone from the town, including kids and even the elderly talking amongst themselves and having fun, you just didn’t understand how anyone could feel safe where gruesome murders had happened. You had gotten distracted and your friend was no where to be seen. So you took this as an opportunity to go and investigate the house a little. This led you to go into the house’s garage, where Tatum had been murdered by Mr. Prescott.

You quietly snuck in and shut the heavy door behind you. You turn on the lights and look around. It was clear to you that not much had changed for the past 25 years. The place had been collecting dust and once you looked over to the garage door, you saw what seemed to be where Tatum had been murdered. You knew that she had tried to escape through a doggie door, and was crushed, but my god it felt surreal to be in the same place where she was murdered. It made you feel absolutely sick and uneasy. You walked up to the doggie door cautiously and observed it. You kept reminding yourself ‘a girl lost her life here, and we’re throwing a party, she was murdered, so many people were murdered here and we are throwing a party.’ You finally got the the doggie door and bent down towards it, lightly touching against its frame. It made you feel even sicker and you felt like you were gonna cry. Once you finally stood up to walk away you heard his voice.

“Checking out the garage? You know, we have food in the kitchen.” You jerk your head around to look Billy Loomis smirking at you, one of his eyebrows now quirked up at you questionally. You felt uncomfortable, obviously. “Or are you just snooping around?” He teased leaning against the door frame, holding a beer bottle. You felt your face heat up and you look away.

“I’m sorry sir, I was just curious. I know what happened here in this garage and just wanted to see, wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.” You blabber out a bit. You heard him chuckle, which made your stomach flutter for whatever gross reason. You didn’t want to get flustered around this man, there was something wrong with him, and you knew it. As you were in your head for a moment he had already walked up to you, now infront of your face, almost blocking you from the door.

“Sir? There’s no need for that dear, you can just call me Billy.” He said with a sly smile. He held out his hand, which you took after looking at him with slight scrutiny. You shook his big hand, and he quietly laughed under his breath. “Anyways,” you stammer out, feeling like the atmosphere just got super heavy all of a sudden. “I should head back inside.” You say with a slight nod to the door, backing away from him and moving past him. He let you as you walked to the door. You felt his eyes stare at your back as you left. You felt uncomfortable during that whole interaction, yet you also felt excited, and kind of… turned on? No, nope, you’re just imagining things. You try to reason with yourself as you walk away from the door. You look upstairs to see the Party host himself, Stu Macher, coming down. You watched him look at his phone then around the room then at you. You’re eyes locked and he grinned. He made a beeline straight towards you.

“Nice to meet ya! Welcome to the party!” He says with open arms, in a welcoming way. His grin was big, and he had a handsome face too, even if we was 42, he and Billy aged well.

“I thought this was an anniversary sir?” You questioned him. He dropped his arms and chuckled and scratched his chin, and you felt someone staring at you again. But before you could turn to look behind you Mr. Macher started to talk.

“Yeah, but I think the word party is easier and more light hearted than ‘ Anniversary of the day a guy murdered a bunch of kids and died. ‘ you know?” He made a good point, making you feel kind of like an idiot. He laughed at your embarrassment, but not in a mean way. “ aw come on, lighten up. You look like Billy, he’s always got his panties in a bunch.” He jokes.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about underwear in front of such a young girl Stu.” Mr. Loomis said, now behind the you. You felt your stomach drop as Mr. Macher nods a bit. “That’s true, my apologies. Billy always has this looked like someone pissed in his cereal. Is that better?” Mr. Macher laughs again and you turn to see Mr. Loomis roll his eyes and then look at you with a grin which made you jerk your head away in embarrassment. You were kind of sandwiched between these two men and you could feel people staring a little bit. “Um, Mr. Macher-“

“You can call me Stu, princess.” You felt your legs shut a little at that nickname. You gulped down your unease and your slight arousment as you look back up at Mr. Macher’s face. “Stu,” you say cautiously. “Uh, can you tell me where the bathroom may be?” You asked. You felt a slight movement behind you and Mr. Macher look behind you. “Yeah princess, it’s upstairs to your right, second door.” He answers. You rush upstairs to get away from all the noise and go into the bathroom and lock the door. You look yourself in the mirror, you felt gross for getting all worked up by two men who you were sure had more to do with the murders. But here you were, your core slightly throbbing and your face all heated up and feeling stupid.

After a few minutes of calming yourself down you quietly leave the bathroom and start to head down the hallway until you hear Mr. Loomis’ voice in one of the rooms. You quietly tip toe to the cracked open door and listen while having your back against the wall next to it.

“You gotta admit, that girl was cute, she got all embarrassed when you called her princess. Fuck, the way your legs clamped together was adorable.” You heard him growl. He was talking to Mr. Macher in there, you knew it.

“Yeah she is pretty cute, you ever get her name?” Mr. Macher asks, and you pull out your phone to start recording this conversation. “No, but I’ll found out, she used to go to our old high school, you know? And Just before she came up here she was snooping in the garage, said she was curious about Tatum’s death in there.” Mr. Loomis said while walking around the room. You could hear his footsteps get closer to the door, which made you tense up.

“Tatum, huh? You think she’s gotta hunch about us? She wasn’t even alive when killed those assholes.” Mr. Macher said, making you drop your phone almost. Part of you felt like this wasn’t real and this was a trap and the other part felt slightly prideful. Because you were right.

“Shut the fuck up. Someone could fucking hear us for gods sake. I don’t need you blabbering that stupid fucking mouth of yours with the door open. Anyone could be listening. “ Mr. Loomis was now walking towards the door and was about to shut it, but froze when your phone went off with a fucking notification. Your blood froze as you felt both of the men in the room go silent.

You looked over as Mr. Loomis pummeled himself through the doorway and frantically look around and finally make eye contact with you. You were still holding your recording phone like a dear in headlights. His mouth was slightly open and he now was leaning against the doorway with a slight scoff. You stop recording and shove your phone in your pocket and smile sheepishly. “Hi?” You say awkwardly with a shake in your voice.

“Hi.” He answers darkly. He grabs you swiftly and before you can even process it your shoved into the room both murderers were in as you were shoved against the wall by Mr. Loomis. “Wanna explain what you were doing?” His grip tightening against your arms, making you squirm and whimper slightly. Mr. Macher now over Mr. Loomis’ shoulder staring at you as he locks the door with a sick smile. “I know what you did!” You blabber out, trying to kick against Mr. Loomis and wiggle away. “ you guys murdered all of them, you guys are monsters, you’re fucking psycho-“ you were cut off by by Mr. Loomis slapping one of his hands against your mouth.

“You’re gonna shut that pretty fucking mouth of yours or I’m gonna have to cut out that cute little tongue, you hear me?” He asks, his face now in yours, and you could feel his breath against your cheeks and neck. Mr. Macher was grabbing something off of a chair in the room but you couldn’t see what it was. You look back at Mr. Loomis and bite his hand, hard. “Ow, you fucking little bitch.” He curses, and your try to escape his grip but he grabs you by your hair and throws you to the ground making you yelp out of pain and surprise and was now looking over you. His hand was now bleeding and you smirk and fill up with a bit of pride. He kneels down and grabs your chin roughly and makes you stare at him. “Listen here you nosey little bitch, you wanna run your damn mouth and be a fucking ditz like Sydney was, I’ll fucking kill you like I did her.” He threatens. Tears are now spilling from your eyes as you feel Stu sit down next to you on the floor and look at Mr. Loomis.

“Or, we can shut her up a different way Billy. She’s gotta cute mouth.” You felt your blood freeze one more as you look up at him through hazy and watered eyes.

“What?” You asked dumbly. Once you blink away the tears, you see Mr. Macher with a phone. His phone. Mr. Loomis chuckles and grabs against your thighs, making you squeal. “Good idea Stu. I think we could shut her up a different way.” He grins as he subconsciously licks his lips.

“Hold still pretty girl or else.” You winced at the cold metal now placed against your neck and you heard the small beep of the recording button go off. Mr. Loomis was now eyeing your leggings and started to pull them off of your body.

“What the hell are you doing-“ you squeaked out before Mr. Macher moved the knife slightly, more to scare you.

“Shhh princess, don’t wanna have to cut this pretty little throat, then we won’t be able to fuck it. And that would be a shame.” He says with a smile in his voice. You felt gross when your body reacted to the nickname as he now straddled you from behind and Mr. loomis ripped off your leggings. “Well, well, well.. looks like someone wanted this.” Mr. Macher teased, his phone leaning in slightly to zoom at your clothed cunt.

“You’re so fucking pretty down there.” Mr. Loomis growled. He grabbed the fat of your thigh harshly, enough to leave bruises and flipped you onto your stomach, causing the wind to be knocked out of you. He grabbed your hip and lifted your ass up. “Stay.” He commanded. You obliged with a slight whimper that didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Macher who still had the phone recording.

“Aw, what’s wrong princess? Scared?” Mr. Macher teases grabbing your chin with his free hand after tossing the knife to the floor and making you stare into the camera as Mr. loomis starts to unbuckle his pants. “Now don’t make too much noise, we still have a party going on downstairs, unless you want people to hear how much of a slut you are. Be a good girl.” Mr. Macher coos as he slips his thumb into your mouth making you suck on it. “Good fucking girl.” He praises with a groan. You heard the noise of a belt buckle jingling and then felt a harsh slap against your ass. This causes you to jolt up more into Mr. Macher’s lap as you whimper trying not to yelp out. Then you felt a hand caressing against your ass, and then another slap from the belt.

“Naughty fucking bitch.” Mr. Loomis growls as he strikes your ass again with his belt. It made a loud noise as you whimpered and held onto Mr. Macher’s shirt to ease the pain. Mr macher finally popped out his thumb out of your mouth and brushed against your hair to comfort you as Mr. Loomis struck you again. Harder. “Fucking naughty slut, you fucking need a punishment. This is what you fucking deserve.” You cry out when he grabs you off of Mr. Macher and takes both of your arms to tie them behind your back with his belt. You could feel his painfully hard erection against your chest too, which makes you moan slightly. Mr. Loomis grabs your face to make you look into the camera as Mr. Macher unzips his pants and you could see a tent in his boxers. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the second. God, what is wrong with you? You’re letting yourself get toyed by monstrous killers, and you fucking loving it. Mr. Macher stands up and walks over to you, pulling down his boxers. His cock slapped against your cheek, making you gasped out as both men laugh at your reaction.

“What’s wrong Princess, never had a dick in your mouth?” Mr. Macher teases, “I can change that.” He takes his tip and presses against your lips. “Suck.” He demands. Before you could you felt the cold piece of metal against your skin once more . You look down to see Mr. Loomis lightly grazing you with the knife Mr. Macher had earlier. Your eyes widen in fear and before you can say anything, Mr. Macher slaps you, getting your attention back to him with a gasp. “I gave you a command, do it or Imma let Billy fucking cut you up like the piece of meat that you are.” He growls with a smirk. You cry out in protest at the feeling of Mr. Loomis letting the knife cut against your thigh, letting Mr. Macher finally enter inside your mouth with a satisfied groan once the tip finally popped in. He jerked his hips making him go deeper inside your mouth, making you gag when he hits the back of your throat. And since he wasn’t small, the guy was huge.“Fuck, good fucking girl, take my fucking cock in that virgin mouth of yours. Good fucking girl, take it, take it all.” He laughs out with a deep moan, which makes your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the knife against your shirt and it being cut off your body as Mr. Loomis does the same to your bra. You were now completely exposed to these two men. Mr. macher kept face fucking you as Mr. Loomis moved his other hand to play with your pussy, you could feel him rub against your clit, which made you jump up slightly at this new feeling. This earned you another cut to your already bleeding thigh.

“Stay still or I’m gonna fucking gut you.” He warns, knife against your stomach. You kept as quiet as you could when he slipped a finger into you. This made you moan against Mr. Macher. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet you little bitch. Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna fucking devour you until your doing nothing but screaming my fucking name, and I’m gonna make them all hear you.” He growls out as he adds another one of his thick fingers, moving them in and out vigorously as he curved them just at the right time. You were now moaning around Mr. Macher’s cock like a fucking slut.

“Good fucking girl, ah fuck yes, yes, yes!” Mr. Macher kept hitting the back of your throat, but then pulls out quickly and starts to jerk himself off, “open your fucking mouth.” He says, and you do as you’re told and open your mouth. He keeps jerking his cock until a strained groan comes from him and he cums onto your tongue. “Good girl, swallow.” He commands, breathless. You do, and it was salty and a bit unpleasant, but you couldn’t say no to him. Mr. loomis keeps pumping his fingers into you as Mr. Macher keeps recording, catching his breath.

“This is what happens when pretty little sluts wanna get into someone else’s business, they get their pretty pussy played with until they’re all dumb and drooling, this is what you wanted huh? You wanted to get caught? Answer me princess, or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt.” Mr. Loomis growled into your ear.

“Yes sir..” you moan out, which earns you a groan from him and harsher thrusts of his fingers. You felt a pool of heat build up inside you causing you to moan out more, “oh fuck, oh fuck, please, please!” You beg out, repeating yourself like if it was a bible verse as he keeps going, hitting your G-spot until you finally break. You squirted all over his hands and the wooden floor, crying out, breathless. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck oh god..” you pant out.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Look at the mess you fucking made all over my hands and floor. I’m gonna make you clean it up like the little slut you are. Yeah, yeah you like that? You want that? I bet you do.” Mr.Loomis whispered in your ear. Making you whimper at his words and you winced when he grabbed you by your hair and forced your face to the floor where your squirt was. “Lick it up bitch.” He growled, knife up to your throat now. You did as you were told and licked up your mess as he groaned at the sight, while Mr. Macher watched with a delighted grin on his face, getting the camera closer to your face as you finished up licking your squirt. “Good girl, now my fingers.” He commanded. He grabbed your hair again and yanked it, pulling your head back and making you cry out. This gave him an opportunity to put his soaked fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You obliged and did what he asked, sucking and rolling your tongue against his long digits.

Once he pulled them out of your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting between it and his fingers, he grabbed your face. “Unzip my pants, and take my cock out. Give me a real reason not to cut that throat of yours.” You nodded and with shaky hands unzipped them and pulled down his trousers to reveal his very hard erection that now slapped against his stomach. He was a good 8.5 inches (28.5 cm) long. You stated in shock for a few seconds but then snapped out of it and your mouth opened up for him, he grabbed the back of your neck and forced your mouth down, not wasting time with your feeble attempt to get used to him. Mr. Macher groaned at the sight of your eyes watering as Mr.Loomis held you there for a moment. He was lost in his own pleasure as you tried to pull away and get air. He didn’t stop until you were practically trying to pull away, and he thought it was hilarious seeing you struggle to breath. Once he finally let you, you could only get a small gasp in before he grabbed your hair harshly and pistoned his cock into your mouth, thrusting in and out like if you were a pocket pussy. He used your throat as a fuck toy, his thick veiny cock going in and out of your throat with such ease make you so fucking turn on that you moaned against him as he kept at his brutal pace. At one point he had let go of your hair without you realizing as he still fucked into that pretty throat of yours and slapped you with his free hand. “Yeah that right you slut, oh fuck yeah, take my fucking cock down that little and tight throat of yours. Fucking gag on it, yeah good fucking girl, good girl fuck. Keep going.” He praised as he reached over slightly and slapped your ass, making you moan louder and kept going. His breathing started to quiver and become shaky and his brutal paced slowed, he grabbed you by your hair again and shoved your face all the way down to his stomach. He came into your throat with a satisfied and sultry moan that makes your thighs shut and rub. Mr. Macher finally walked over, phone still in hand and pulled you off of Billy. You were coughing and trying to catch your breath. He still had his pants down and forced your face down to the floor and positioned the phone to face all of you while he grabbed your hips and lined himself up with you.

“Wait, wait, wait!-“ you yelled trying to push away with your hand weakly but he grabbed it. “I’ve never had sex before, I’m a virgin!” You cried out. There was a small silence before Mr. Macher chuckled darkly, and you knew that they didn’t care, you don’t even understand why you thought they would stop. You know you wanted this, needed this actually.

“Well that’ll change soon pretty girl. Open for me, will you? I wouldn’t want to make this more difficult for the both us yeah?” He cooed as he caressed your arched back and you did what you were told, with shaky legs you opened them up for him to enter. Mr. Loomis watched with his cock in hand and his as he licked his teeth.

“I can’t wait to see that pretty face of yours once you get filled with cock princess, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy when he stretches you out.” He smiled.

You tried to reach for something to hold but it was too late, you felt Mr. Macher start to stretch out your little hole with only his tip. You paused for a moment as you panicked and looked back before he slammed himself inside you. Your backed arched at the intrusion and the sharp thrust of his hips against your ass. Which dug against it as you silently screamed. You was too big, oh fuck he was too much. Both men were chuckling at your panicked and pained face as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Aw what’s wrong baby, can’t handle my cock in you? Your slutty little cunt is weeping around it, so I’d say you fucking love it,” he says with a quick thrust which makes you squeal out in pain from the swiftness and his blunt tip hitting your cervix, bound to break your hymen if you haven’t already. You threw you head back rapidly at his movements, and Mr. Loomis grabbed your hands and guided you to find some comfort on his chest before Mr. Macher started pounding into your pretty little cunt. You tried your best to brace yourself as Mr. Loomis petted your hair and you said a small prayer under your breath before Mr. Macher snapped his hips in and out of you repeatedly. The wild thrusting of his hips inside your tight little cunt sent waves of pain as you dug into Mr. Loomis’s shoulders for comfort, trying to keep yourself from screaming. He groaned with a smile at the pain you were giving him and licked his teeth.

“Your doing great baby, yeah look at that fucking slutty face of yours. You’re fucking crying and dripping all over the floor like the little whore you are. Fuck yeah, fucking take it like the little bitch in heat that you are.” He slapped your ass harshly making you yell out, but he covered your mouth. “Ah, ah pretty girl. Can’t let anyone hear you. Your ours now, only we get to see these parts of you, taste you, touch you, fuck you however we please.” He growled. Mr. Macher still thrusting into you anomalistically and you started to feel amazing once he started to hit your g spot. You started to see stars meanwhile Mr. Loomis started to inch downwards to pinch and play with your nipples, sucking and licking your left tit. You whimper out happily as your eyes started to roll back at the feeling of it all.

“Please, please sir, please. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Fuck, yes, yes, yes. Oh god yes.” You whimper out, with an angelic little tone to your voice. Both of them groan and you feel Mr. Macher pick you up off of Mr. Loomis and grabbed both of your legs with his arms and lifted them up and fucked up into you. Your cries and whines of pleasure filling the room as your nipples started to feel cold without Mr. Loomis’s tongue licking them.

“Yeah you like when I put you in a full Nelson? You fucking like having your pussy filled like this, huh bunny? You fucking love being toyed with. Look at that fucking face. You fucking enjoy this. Fucking come for me baby.” Mr. Macher demanded. You felt yourself about to come undine soon and all you could do was whimper out their names . “B-Billy, Stu…!” You cried out as one final thrust sent you into an oblivion of bliss and pleasure as your squirted all over Mr. Macher, yourself, and the floor again. White hot pleasure sunk inside you and twisted your stomach, making your pussy flutter around Mr. Macher’s fat cock.

“Good fucking girl! Good girl. Oh fuck yes. Yes good fucking girl.” Mr. Macher praises, still thrusting into your battered pussy. The overwhelming sensation of him still thrusting into you before you could come down from your high made you squeal out from the overstimulation. Mr. Loomis shot a glance towards Macher and stood up , grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.

“Oh we aren’t done yet honey, I haven’t got my fill of you yet. “ he said with a dark smile, causing you to whimper. Mr. Macher pulled out of you and laid you in the floor. Mr. Loomis got into position and grabbed you up and held up only one of your legs and you thought he was gonna fuck your pussy. You were sorely mistaken as you felt his tip press against your asshole.

“Wait, wait, wait! N-not there Mr. Loomis!” You cried out, which earned you a slap on your ass. You whimper out and squeeze your eyes shut due to the pain.

“I know which hole I want. Now shut the fuck up and take it like a good fucking whore.” He said as he slowly pressed inside of you. It made your face crumple up with pain as you looked Mr. Macher in his eyes, begging for a piece of comfort , which he gave you by holding you other leg and positioning himself up with your pussy again. You cried out at him pushing himself inside of you once more as Mr. Loomis thrusted himself inside of your asshole with ease. The feeling was painful and pleasurable at the same time. It kind of felt like both of them were rubbing against each other but you knew that wasn’t true, due to the wall inside of you that was dividing the two thick cocks pumping into both of your tight holes. It felt like your guts were being rearranged by their animalistic thrusts, into your hot and bothered body, with no remorse or guilt. Not a single thought about the pain you were enduring while they were both busy chasing their highs, using you like a fuck toy. You were only there for those mens pleasure, and you knew it. You clawed at Macher’s back and squealed when Mr. Loomis squeezed your ass for support as he kept thrusting into your tight, puckered hole. You felt like you were about to break your hip with how fast and rough they were being with you.

“Yeah that’s fucking right baby, you’re taking us so good. Yeah you like being fucked in these pretty little holes. Yeah fucking take it, take it like the little slut that was made just for us. No one else is gonna fucking have you but us. Just us, these tits,” Mr. Macher grabbed your left breast harshly, “ these are ours, your pussy, that tight little cunt that’s squeezing my cock so well, that’s ours too. And your ass, oh it’s only ours baby. Only our cum is gonna be in you, only our spit, only our tongues. Only us, got it bitch?” He grabbed your face with a smile, making up stare into the camera. You nodded weakly. “Good girl.” He praised, as Mr. Loomis thrusted harder into your ass. You screamed out for a second before Mr. Loomis slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up before you get us caught. No one needs to hear your pretty screams but us. Got that?” You make a noise of compliance as they kept thrusting into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck yes please.” You moan out, you look at Macher and connect your lips onto his, kissing and sucking at his tongue. He was surprised by this but didn’t deny it. He pushed his tongue down your throat and fucked into you, your sweaty and hot body pressed against his as you kissed his hot and swollen lips. You sucked at his tongue as Mr. Loomis latches his teeth into your shoulder and sucks at your skin, earning a groan from your pretty little lips.

“You gonna come baby?” Mr. Loomis teases. You pull away from Macher’s lips, a string of saliva connecting before it falls onto both or your chests.

“Uh huh, yes sir. Fuck, please let me come, fuck please let me come. Yes please, please, please.” You whine out before Mr, Macher grabs your throat and makes you kiss him again, this time with much more force and hunger in his part.

“What do you say, Billy? She’s been so good for us. And she’s taking you so well, should we let our little whore come again?” He questions with a taunt after he breaks away from the kiss. Mr. Loomis didn’t answer verbally but gave a quick nod as he kept thrusting into you. Mr. Macher chuckles quietly and sets the phone against a dresser near you all, propping it up against it to look at all of you, still recording. He brings his attention back you you and smiles sweetly. He kisses your forehead tenderly then thrusts into you like an animal once more. You were caught off guard by it and felt like you couldn’t breathe for a second while the wind was knocked out of you with his thrusts. Mr. Loomis grabbed your hips harshly and bucked into your body wildly, almost toppling you and Mr. Macher over as he chased his own high. Mr. Macher laughs at Loomis.

“Ah fuck!” You scream out. You didn’t care if anyone heard you at this point, you needed to come so badly. So so so badly.

“Calm yourself Billy, she ain’t going anywhere.” Mr. Macher joked. Mr. Loomis didn’t find it funny and he bit your neck as he kept thrusting into like Mr. Macher. You were so close, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Gonna come soon, how about you, Billy?” Mr. Macher asks. All you could hear was a grunt from Loomis. You felt so close, so close, so so so close. Then snap. It hit you like a truck once you felt the white hot pleasure boil in you, it felt like a flash bomb went off in your body.

Grabbing onto Mr. Macher for dear life, you screamed out silently. Tears started to spill from your eyes as you felt yourself shake uncontrollably from the intense orgasm that had just happened. Mr. loomis kissing the back of your neck, pulled out of you, painfully slow so that you could feel all of this thick veins pulse inside one last time. Once he finally pulled out, you felt empty without him. Huffing and smiling, Mr. Macher picked you up and pulled out of you too, leaving you on the floor, heaving and breathing erratically. Your body flinched when Mr. Loomis lightly grazed your soft skin with his rough and calloused hand.

“You did so well, pretty girl. I might have to reward you.” Mr. Loomis said coldly. His tone made you shiver, even if your body was super hot. Mr. Macher picked up the camera and pointed at your fucked body. “Smile sweetheart, you look beautiful right now.” He laughed out. You put on a weak smile and laid your head back against the cold floor. Mr. Macher walked up to you and picked you up and put you on the bed in the bedroom. You were a bit annoyed they didn’t just fuck you on the soft, comfortable and warm place of this room. Nope, the floor was better apparently. Mr. Macher noticed your face switch from fucked out to slightly annoyed. “Sorry, we didn’t think of that earlier.” He sheepishly admitted, Mr. Loomis scoffing in the background. “Let’s get you dressed and back to your friend before she notices you are gone.” He smiled, kissing your bruised neck. You nodded weakly to this idea and stood up only shaky legs. Both men, surprisingly, helped you get dressed. finding you a different shirt, because they cut your previous one, and you had to your with no bra either. Mr. Macher, being the pervert he is, took your pretty little panties for himself. “I’ll get you a new pair, next time you come and see me sweetheart.” You looked at him with confusion.

“I don’t even have any of your numbers?” You stated. Mr. Macher put you back on the bed and grabbed your phone, and gave it to you. “Here, open it.” You do so with shaky hands and let him put both mens name in the phone and handed back to you.

Once you finally are able to semi walk, you, Mr. Macher and Loomis all left the bedroom to all go downstairs. People were staring and you felt like you were gonna explode from embarrassment. Luckily for you, Mr. Macher knew how to make the attention get off of you. “Thank you all so much for coming tonight, I’m glad y’all had fun! But that isn’t it, we got fireworks in the backyard! We’ll be starting them as soon as everyone is outside!” He stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. Mr. Loomis leading you to your friend. Before you can get to her and explain, he pulled you back slightly with a grip on your waist and whispered in your ear “ you tell no one about this, or I’ll show up to your house and kill you right then and there, okay?” You gulped and nodded. “Good girl, now go play with your friends, me and Stu will keep in touch..” he chuckles. You shakily walk up to your friend, who had been looking for you.

“Where the hell have you been? I was so worried for you. It’s not like you to just up and leave. Oh my god you missed it but I’m pretty sure Mr. Macher and Loomis fucked some random chick in this place! Isn’t that fucking crazy?” She said, you chucked nervously and smiled. “Haha, yep totally nuts!” You said, looking back behind you, Mr. Loomis now nowhere to be seen. You look back at your friend. “ Do you mind taking me home? I’m really tired.” You asked. Your friend complained about wanting to see the fireworks, but upon seeing your face, could tell how tired you really were. They also noticed your change of clothing too. It wasn’t hard for them to connect the dots, but kept quiet on the matter. Once you finally had been dropped off at your house. You fell into your bed and passed out for a few hours.

You were awoken to someone standing infront of you, wearing all back, holding something in their hands. You were still waking up so your eyes were blurry but you shot up and almost screamed until they covered your mouth. Your initial response was to kick them until you saw the mask they were wearing. It was white, and ghost like, it looked Distraught. You knew who it was. He laughed and took off the mask. Mr. Macher revealing his face and looking over to your doorway.

“She’s awake now Billy, come on.” Mr. Loomis walked in, wearing the same costume, holding a knife. You gulped and look back at Mr. Macher frantically. He laughed and grabbed your face. “Oh honey we aren’t done yet with you. We were just letting you rest.” He chuckled out. Mr. Loomis now joining both of you on the bed, take his mask off as well and hovering over you. “ we decided to be a little festive this time though. “ he laughed out.

You whimpered and prayed to whatever god would listen and prepared yourself not to be able to walk the next day.

~The end~ For now!

A. N : I’m sorry for any spelling errors, so I fixed some and added a bit more to make sense of some stuff. I hope y’all enjoyed this, and if you wanna recommend any ideas please do!

yeah.

“Why are you single?”

Because I’ll only settle for a man who feels for me what Gomez feels for Morticia.

If that means I spend the rest of my life single, so be it.

7 minutes in heaven | stu macher x fem!reader

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warnings : drinking, smut, p in v, light fingering, grinding, language, slight dub-con elements 18+ mentions of being a prude, very slight degradation, infidelity (?)

word count: 3852

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randy and stu had planned a get together for the group. that consisting of themselves, billy, tatum, sidney, and of course you. it wasn't supposed to be anything crazy just a couple of beers and flicks. but as the alcohol coursed it's way through the groups systems- everyone began growing restless.

"c'mon man, i'm fucking bored. let's jazz up this snooze fest," stu said throwing his hand in the air annoyed at how things were currently going, everything was quiet and a bit awkward, the group of friends gawked around at the walls and decor as the ending credits to nightmare on elm street played on the tv.

"i got an idea," randy quipped before taking a fairly large swig of beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"that's what i'm talking about lay it on me freak," stu said clapping his hands, before rubbing them together

"what about 7 minutes in heaven," randy said grinning as he shrugged, a cheeky look upon his face.

"the only ones single here are you and y/n dill weed," tatum said as she glared at randy with a disapproving look.

"i mean as long as everyone consents it could be some good fun," randy said raising his hands beside his shoulders as he shrugged.

"yeah i'm game," stu said with a sardonic grin etched on his face.

"i don't know guys..." sidney said sheepishly, biting at her lip. "what if someone gets jealous? is this really smart?"

"sid, we're all friends here loosen up," billy said nudging her teasingly. "plus no one would go too far. like randy said, as long as everyone consents."

"yeah, right. plus no one's gonna get down and dirty with the person they're dating in the other room. we'll keep it tv-14," randy stated placing his empty beer on the table.

"y/n what do you think?" tatum asked as she crossed her arms, putting you in the limelight, something you always dreaded.

"oh well, uh. i don't care really, i'm down if you and sid are," you said shrugging, you didn't want to seem so excited to feel up your friends' boyfriends while locked in a closet, but you also didn't want to be a prude. sidney and tatum exchanged looks before glancing at their grinning boyfriends. sid nodded her head shyly.

"what the hell i guess. let's play," tatum said before finishing her drink in hand.

"how are we gonna do this," billy asked, looking in randy's direction.

"well we'll spin the bottle, the person who spun, and the person it lands on get locked in the closet for 7 minutes. quite simple," randy said with a sly grin.

"sounds easy," sidney said as everyone began to shuffle around to even out the angles of which the bottle would spin. you were sitting between tatum and randy, across from sidney, billy, and stu.

"whose going first?" you asked, silently hoping it wasn't you, you weren't exactly ready to be shoved into a dark closet with one of your dear friends.

"i'll do it. just know, what happens in the closet, stays in the closet," randy said, practically pouncing at the chance to get one of you guys alone. he eagerly spun the bottle, you all eyed it in anticipation as it began to slow down, your heart rate started to pick up each time it neared you. but thankfully, it didn't land on you, it landed on tatum. you saw a disgruntled look flash across stu's face but it left as quickly as it appeared, replaced with an all too knowing grin. tatum rolled her eyes as she stood up and outstretched her hand to randy helping him up.

everyone at this point got up to watch tatum and randy be ushered in the closet. it wasn't too spacious and there were plenty of coats on the coat rack, and a few boxes on the shelf, your mind wandered to what would you could even do in there with that little space, but that wasn't for you to worry about right now. you were drawn out of your thoughts as you heard the lock turn on the closet door.

"have fun kids. don't do anything i wouldn't do," stu said speaking to the pair through the door.

"what are we gonna do while we wait?" sidney said as we all made our way back to the table.

"a little bit of truth or dare?" stu said in the form of a question as he set the timer down on the table. no one protested stu's idea, which seemed to inflate his ego as his face beamed with maniacal joy.

"okay, y/n truth or dare?" stu asked you as he eyed you up and down, you decided to try and play it safe and say truth, which you should've known was a mistake.

"truth," you said flashing him a small smile, sipping your beer.

"which one of us would you rather fuck?" stu asked so casually, causing you to do a spit take, choking on your beer.

"uh.. actually, dare," you said as you gathered your breath.

"tsk tsk tsk.. that isn't how it works y/n," stu said sucking his teeth, grinning at you, making your cheeks heat up.

"no it's fine, i have a dare for her," billy said smiling, his eyes not once leaving your face as his arm was strewn around sidney's shoulder.

"looks like you're off the hook this time." stu scoffed, before laughing briefly.

"i dare you to sit on stu's lap until the next round," billy said before his eyes skipped from you to stu's, it's as if they were communicating through glances.

"uhm. sid. help me." you mouthed to her, she shrugged causing you to glare at her. you wanted her to scold her boyfriend for putting you in that position.

"billy give her another dare. i'm sure tatum wouldn't appreciate having someone on her boyfriends lap," sidney said elbowing billy lightly

"c'mon don't be a prude, we're all friends here. we're just having fun. plus, i'm sure she's in there doing god knows what, probably getting finger blasted by randy- right now." billy shrugged

"i-" before you could even get your words out stu picked you up placing you in his lap, throwing a arm around your waist, almost possessively, but you didn't dare move, you were shocked to say the least.

"sidney, your turn to ask," stu said. you decided to try and get comfortable, you did have another 5 minutes till the next round. you tried to lift yourself a bit to adjust on his lap, but you were met with something prodding at your ass.

"uhm stu, can you move your flashlight, or whatever the hell that is," you whispered wiggling trying to make yourself comfortable.

"what flashlight?" he chuckled pulling you impossibly closer to him, making sure you felt it against you, and there was no doubt you were mistaken, that definitely wasn't a flashlight, you felt him throb against you, his sweats and your leggings not providing enough of a barrier between the two of you.

"i- i uh." you felt yourself growing hot, as your face grew flushed bashfully, you didn't know what to do with yourself, you felt arousal pooling at your core, you cursed yourself for feeling this way about him. you were dragged out of your self deprecation as stu shook you, the group staring at you.

"what-?" you asked as you looked at sidney.

"are you okay y/n? you look a little flustered." sidney asked looking you over

"yeah i'm fine why?" you asked hoping sidney was oblivious to the internal conflict you were dealing with.

"well you kinda dozed off, it's your turn to ask," sidney said shrugging

"oh, uhm okay. sid i dare you to take a shot of ever clear," you said with a smirk

"ever clear?! are you trying to kill me? that shits 190 proof," she said her eyes wide.

"you'll live," you said with a wink. "i'll pour it for you," you said attempting to excusing yourself, pushing off stu by his hips, but your attempt was futile.

"billy's got it," stu said with a chuckle, thrusting his hips up into you as he pulled you back against him, but no one seemed to pay it any mind. you felt his erection prodding at your core. you swallowed thickly as you suppressed your instincts to moan at the feeling of him pressed against you. you watched as billy ushered sidney out the room as he grinned at stu. you weren't sure what that was about, if was he aware of what stu's lewd shenanigans.

"i know you feel how bricked i am," stu said his hands gripping your hips holding you in place, your breathing hitched, you weren't quite sure how to respond, you felt like a slut for allowing this to go on as long as it has, your eyes drifted to the timer, three minutes still left on the clock.

"shit," you moaned out as stu began to slowly rock you back and forth against his length, it was all you could muster. the feeling of his cock pressing against your clit a bit too euphoric for it to be something so erroneous.

"this could all be yours if you want it," stu said, pressing you against him harder, using more pressure as he grinds against you, you could feel your arousal trickling through your folds, you prayed silently that it wouldn't leak through onto stu's grey sweats.

"mm, stu thi- this is wrong," you moaned out lowly, stu slid his right hand between your legs, fondling your folds trough the dampened fabric, your legs spreading a little wider, not by your own volition, it's as if stu had you in a lust induced trance

"your pussy seems to disagree, you're fucking soaked kitten," stu groaned into your ear. as his fingers pinched at your clit with just enough pressure to send you reeling. his other hand slipped under your shirt as he groped at your chest, still rutting himself against you with no restrain

"fucking hell," you moaned, reveling in the feeling of his cock pressing against you in all the places it mattered, stu rubbed slow pressure filled circles against your clit, teasing you as he continued to rock you against him. you heard him groan, clearly he was indulging in this just as much as you were if not even more. much to your dismay, stu pulled his hands away from your breast, and clit returning them to your hips, you sighed with a whimper as your back arched craving more of his touch. but stu stilled all movements and you were pulled from your pleasure drunk state as you heard sidney's giggles nearing the two of you. you did your best to pull yourself together, straightening your shirt and closing your legs.

"god y/n that was literally disgusting," sidney said as she plopped in the couch in front of you guys.

the timer began buzzing erratically, the alarm blaring you shot up from stu's lap. he grabbed a pillow cushion of the couch and pulled it over his lap, hiding his otherwise very noticeable erection.

"times up, we should go let them out. yeah? yeah," you said practically stumbling over your own two feet, making your way this the linen closet, unlocking the door, you opened it a bit too keenly. you saw randy fumbling with his belt.

tatum slipped past you out the closet, keeping her eyes low, making her way back to the group. you turned around leaving randy in the closet to finish straightening his belt. seeing them caught in the middle of whatever has transpired made you feel somewhat relieved, maybe you didn't need to feel so guilty for what took place between you and stu.

you made your way to the group, you saw tatum sitting what you found now to be annoyingly close to stu, you weren't sure why it bothered you so much now, after all, that is her boyfriend, not yours. something you shouldn't need to remind yourself. you found yourself sitting next to billy. you crossed your arms as you grimaced at the couple, however you did realize stu wasn't returning her affections, which you liked a bit more than you should have.

"trouble in paradise?" billy whispered in your ear slyly, as he leaned toward you eying the couple, it made you chuckle. a few moments later, randy had returned, the order had officially changed, it was now sidney billy, then you, across from randy tatum and stu.

"who's spinning next?" randy asked a jubilant grin on his face.

"i'll go." you spoke, volunteering all to quickly, which unbeknownst to you caught stu's attention. you reached for the bottle and spun it with a little oomph. you watched the bottle as it twirled and twirled, it began slowing down,

"oh my god guys! what's that?!" billy shouted pointing towards the window, everyone looked in the direction of the window, searching for any sign of what billy was referring too.

"damn, false alarm." he said chuckling, he pulled sidney closer to him laying a kiss atop of her forehead. you rolled your eyes at his stupid antics.

you looked back to the bottle and the neck of it was pointed to no one other than stu. you felt your cheeks heat up, you looked at billy he shrugged at you nonchalantly before giving you a subtle wink. which could only mean one thing- this was his doing.

"looks like it's me and you kitten," stu said as he stood up walking over to you, before you could protest- not that you were, he grabbed you by your waist before lifting you over his shoulder carrying you to the closet.

"stu i can walk you ass-hat," you said patting at his back to which he just chuckled setting you down once you reached the closet stu placed you back on your feet.

"what i can't carry you and be a gentleman," he asked, faux hurt crossing his face as he held his chest. there was a thickness in the air, maybe it was all in your imagination but it seemed like everyone sensed it maybe not randy, he was too enveloped in his excitement from whatever happened between him and tatum.

"that was more caveman style, but hey! can't blame you for getting confused." randy said shrugging before he leaned against the side table mainly used for decor.

"shut up ass-wipe." stu pinched randy's nose between his index and middle fingers.

you rolled your eyes at their banter as you opened the closet door, you looked at stu with a raised eyebrow.

"you coming?" you asked, your voice a little lower and richer than you intended

"tuh, fuck yeah," stu said under his breath, but it didn't seem to slip past tatum ears as she scoffed and turned on her hills back toward the living room.

you walked in the small linen closet stu right on your heels. soon as the door closed with a click, stu's lips were planted on yours as he began making quick work of your button up blouse.

"seven minutes isn't much, but we can make it work can't we?" stu said as he began pressing his lips to your neck kissing and sucking, it definitely seemed as if he were marking you, there would be dark maroon hickeys in a few moments.

his hand slipped into your panties as he chuckled feeling what a mess you made earlier while you were seated on his lap.

"what a little slut you are, look at how fucking wet you are for my cock, hmm?" stu said, slipping two fingers in causing you to moan, your head pressed against the wall as you bit your lip. he was curling his fingers in an attempt to open you up, but he didn't need to do much as his hand was flooded by a river of your arousal. "my dick isn't even in you yet and you're whimpering like a bitch in heat."

you opened your eyes once again when you felt him slip his hand out of your panties. he turned you around, the only noise heard was the click of his belt as he unbuckled it. you pulled down your panties and leggings all in one go, feeling a bit embarrassed at how eager you were.

"i don't have a condom." stu groaned, you chuckled a bit you never pegged him for the safe sex type, but that was a good thing.

"i'm on the pill, so as long as your clean-" you started before you were cutoff.

"fuck yeah i'm clean." stu grabbed your hip with one hand as he began teasing his dick through your folds with his other hand. you whimpered as he prodded at your core, he slid his tip in just a smidge before sliding back and doing it again, teasing you.

"i wanna hear you beg for my cock," he said lightly nibbling at your ear slightly,fisting his cock, making sure to spread the precum, you froze slightly, still unsure if you even wanted to give in.

"stu-" you began in an apathetic response, which wasn't what he wanted to hear.

his hand reached your hair pulling your head back a little bit so his mouth would be directly over your ear, before he whispered sharply.

"beg."

and that was all you needed to hear before you were begging like a puppy.

"fuck stu please just fuck me," you moaned, pushing back just enough for his tip to slip fully inside you.

"fuck, doll," stu groaned as he sank you back on him inch by inch, watching as his length slowly disappear into you. he began thrusting shallowly as he tried to find a rhythm that would please you both, he bit his lip from a combination of the pleasure and concentration.

"how much time do you think we have left babe?" stu asked grunting almost to him self as he thrusted into you, uttering a few fucks under his breath. he struggled to keep his breathing steady as he took in the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock. your walls were wet and warm as your pussy welcomed him deeper inside you.

"s'probably five minutes," you rasped out, closing your eyes as he found your spot, making you arch your back, your ass curving against him, pushing him into places you're not even sure have been reached before. his hands were on your hips as his grip progressively got tighter. your gummy walls, enveloped his dick, pulsing around him, making him groan as he continued to split you open.

"so fucking tight for me huh doll?" stu questioned, continuing to drag you back and for on his length. it caused the most obscene noise, your pussy squelching as he drove his cock into you with vigor. your sopping wet cunt stretching around him. the feeling he gave you, like you'd seen a little slice of heaven. your eyes were shut tightly as your mouth hung agape.

stu's brutal pace kept your words locked in your throat from the pleasure you were receiving. you felt every vein as his cock passed through your velvet channel. a warmth started to build in your stomach, you felt slightly embarrassed that stu was able to elicit an approaching orgasam so fast.

"how we doin doll?" stu questioned, a soft pant leaving his mouth as he let his head fall back in pleasure. you hummed in response, too cock drunk to answer properly. stu paused before pulling out.

"stuu," you whined, not caring how needy you sounded, your pussy pulsed around nothing as it leaked your slick. you pushed your ass back, feeling his cock slip past your folds as you tried to entice him. his cock just barely caught on your entrance before you heard him in your ear.

"be a good cockslut and answer me when i'm talking to you," stu gritted as he snapped his hips forward, you were filled to the hilt as you felt him grind his strokes into you.

"fuck-! stu-" stu placed his hand over your mouth, silencing you as he drove his hips into you faster.

"shh you can't be too loud." he chuckled. "we wouldn't want them knowing what a little slut you are for me huh?"

you had one hand on top of stu's, the hand he was using to keep you quiet. your other hand on the wall to keep your balance as stu plowed into you from behind. you felt his cock twitch as it dragged past your walls. you were getting close, and stu could feel your walls contracting around him, his dick throbbing faster. it felt euphoric as you mewled into his hand.

"you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet if i move my hand?" stu asked, you hummed as you nodded "good."

"i'm gonna cum soon doll, tell me where you want it huh? want me to fill your cunt with my seed, hmm?" stu grunted as he slipped his hand between your thighs toying with your clit.

"fuck-! yess, stu yes!" you whisper-shouted, trying to remain quiet as he rearranged your whole thought process let alone your guts.

"want me to send you out there dripping my cum?" his fingers circling your clit faster causing you to gasp as you struggled to form a sentence. you settled for a nod, the only thing leaving your mouth were soft moans and whimper.

a final harsh thrust of stu's hips sent you reeling, your cum covering his cock as your walls rapidly squeezed around him, gripping his cock like a vice, stu spilled his seed into you. he held you flush against him as he grinded into you, doing his best to prolong the feeling of your highs. thick white ropes of his cum painted your walls, you could feel it as it started to seep out of your pussy, and down your legs.

the sound of the timer could be heard in the distance. stu took his time pulling out before he reached down and pulled your panties and leggings up, helping you stand up straight. the foot steps grew closer, to the door, but stu still hasn’t even tucked himself away yet.

“stu!” you whisper-shouted, grabbing his dick and tucking it in his boxer quickly before rushing to get the belt through the buckle, zipping him up before the door flew open at the hands of a very gleeful randy. your face flushed as you felt you’d been caught in the act.

billy let out a cat calling whistle before he clicked his tongue twice. abashedly you dropped your hands from stu’s zipper, walking out the closet, stu grabbed your hand before you could get two far from him, ducking down to whisper in your ear.

“next time you grab my dick like that, you better be doing more than tucking it away.”

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PLEASE send in asks I'm begging

I currently have absolutely ZERO asks in my inbox and I am so.bored.

I just... need content... to wriiiiite..

seriously tho! smut or fluff! not really in the mood for angsty shit

list of who I'll write for is below

HEY!! Can you do 63 with billy loomis

ABSOLUTELY I CAN!! & thank you for being my first request from my promts :) ily!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 63.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, gets a little steamy? billy cheating on sid, what's new?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I went for like, a 7 minutes in heaven type thing? the prompt just gives me that kinda vibe. im on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, double periods intended. reader is wearing a sexy dress costume ? so kinda fem coded

billy x gn!reader

it was officially halloween

which meant lots of parties for you and your friends

you, tatum, and sidney were on your way to a costume party at stu's house

you were wearing a sexy killer costume, covered In corn syrup and red dye, with a 'bloody' fake knife impaling your stomach.

well, really it was just impaling your dress.. you had the knife attached to a strap underneath it that went around your waist.

after you got there, someone decided it would be a good idea to play seven minutes in heaven

it was you, sidney, billy, tatum, stu, and a couple others that you didnt know.

randy had run off somewhere with a girl, named jessica maybe?

or was it jennifer?

who knows.

anyways, you were in a circle with the others, an empty vodka bottle that you all had recently emptied sat in the middle

someone reached out to spin it

it was tatum spinning, she landed on some random guy you didnt know

stu shrugged, not caring who she went in with

a few minutes pass, and now it's your turn

so, you spun the bottle, and-

billy?

seriously?

whatever

you stood up, looking to sid, and she nodded at you in reassurance

were you really gonna do this? go into a dark closet with billy fucking loomis? the guy you've had a crush on since like, fifth grade?! oh my god, you're so screwed.

he stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the dark closet. after you closed the door, the only light that could be seen was light from the hallway, coming from under the door. you took a deep breath as billy stepped closer to you. there wasnt much space in the closet to begin with, so he was pressed up against you. you try to back up, but your butt hit the wall. you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.

"you know, y/n, I've always had a thing for you". you looked back at him with wide eyes, expecting him to laugh at you and say it was a joke, but he didnt. he chuckled and placed his hand on your face, before leaning in and kissing you hungrily. you pulled away, still thinking he was joking. "y/n, I'm serious. I like you. a lot". you exhaled, leaning your head back once again. billy took his chance, attaching his lips to your neck, kissing gently but it was still enough to leave marks. you let out a breathy moan and taking his hand in yours.

he pulls away, leaving you with an empty feeling and bruises on your neck. he smirks at you before speaking. "jesus, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴."

sidney opened the door, interrupting you and you covered your neck with the sweater you were wearing.

she still saw, though.

she was pissed at you and billy, but you didnt care.

what in the

when she says she doesn’t send nudes