“let’s Go Win ‘em All”

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⋆ ★ You weren't even a fan, but here you were fucking the band's drummer in his tour bus. <3

Pairing: band!rafe x fem!reader

(a/n: posting this so y'all don't think I passed away😍😍😍 ps: I imagine rafe being a pouge in this. )

"For fuck sakes Cameron! Would'ja unlock the goddamn door?!" JJ, the bands guitarist struck the bus door as if it been his electric guitar.

"I'm coming, hold your horses!" Rafe yelled back, his voice muffled by the thick door. You could picture him rolling his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. "Just giving our guest here the grand tour."

The bus fell silent for a moment--beside from the squelching slick of your cunt--and you could almost feel the confused glances being exchanged between JJ and Pope. Then, a loud groan reverberated through the door.

"You mean to tell me you brought a groupie on board? We have another show in a few hours, Rafe! This isn't the time for your extracurricular activities." Pope, their bassist, voice carried a hint of frustration and concern.

"Oh, shut up, Hayward. It's not what you and Maybank think," Rafe retorted, his hand still gripping possessively on your hip, his cock slotting in and out your sopping wet cunt. "Open the damn door and see for yourself!"

"It's locked you asshole!" You heard Pope quip, causing Rafe to laugh like the little shit he was.

"Oh yeah, guess you'll have to wait then!" Rafe shouted.

You wondered if they could hear you--the little whimpers that laced your lips at every rock of Rafe's hips--as you had heard them but actively decided to ignore them. 

"Rafe hurry up." you whined, tilting your head back to rest on Rafe's shoulder. "They're waiting."

"You think I give a shit about them waiting?" he asked you, his rocking movement stilling for a moment, and because you didn't want the pleasure to end, you quickly shook your head 'no.' 

Rafe had you bent over the tour bus dining table, your leg hitched upon the carbon steel, as he gave it to you from the back, repeatedly.

Your leather skirt and bra were bunched at your waist, and your shirt was on the ground somewhere. Rafe's impatience had torn the fishnets you had on earlier to shreds. 

You felt Rafe's hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. The table dug into your stomach, a contrast to the pleasure that pulsed through you.

The tour bus's windows had been tinted, but you could feel the eyes of the other band members on you, cupping their hands to the glass, but you didn't care. 

This was always how it was after a show for Rafe—the rush of performing, the need to let go, and the freedom of the open road, and the girls, girls, girls!

Rafe had realized he'd been a lucky man because every night after his band had done a set, there would be a queue of girls waiting to do whatever he said. 

He'd fucked girls in the East and the Midwest, and the South that had pretty decent pussy, but the girls in the West pussies never seemed to fail Rafe--like yours per se. 

Rafe breath was hot against your ear, his desire matching your own; Rafe almost wanted to kiss you. 

You pulsed around his cock at the sensation.

Fuck, did Rafe love your pussy, he really did.

"You'resofuckingwarm." Rafe words jumbled. 

Your cunt was the type of warmth you'd feel after being outside in the cold all day or, as Rafe imagined, the type of warmth you get from hugging a dead loved one, per se, like his mother. 

A moan escaped your lips as Rafe's tip hit a particularly sensitive spot, and you knew you were close.

The bus bounced slightly with each of Rafe's eager movements, a rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest.

The sight of your heart-shaped ass backing into Rafe's pelvis--equally as eager as him to reach your peak--almost made Rafe say, "fuck it." and let you make an honest man out of him. 

You wanted to prolong this moment, but the pleasure was too much.

"I'm close," you panted, your voice hoarse with need.

Rafe's response was a low growl, his hips snapping faster, driving you further towards the edge.

Rafe's hands then switched from gripping your hips to both his hands, palming your plush breast and forcefully pushing you back on his cock, causing the table to creak beneath your weight, the sound adding to the erotic symphony of the moment. 

And then, with one final, deep thrust, you cried out, your body shaking as pleasure washed over you.

"Ah, fuck." you panted. "Fuck." your head was spinning. It felt like someone had just put your brain in a blender, and pressed start--metaphorically speaking.

Rafe followed a hoarse groan tearing from his throat as he found his release, his cock twitching inside for every stride of his cum.

For a moment, you both stayed still, catching your breath. Then, with a soft laugh, Rafe pulled out and turned you to face him.

And you were pretty too?! Rafe had thought to himself, because this was the first time he ever really saw your face that wasn't in the dark bar light.

Rafe was glad that he hadn't been drunk or high in the moment, because he could see himself now getting down on one knee and popping the big question.

Rafe had watched you get yourself back together, he handed you you're discarded shirt on the floor, and then asked:

"Can I see you again?"

You took the shirt from Rafe, feeling a mix of emotions. On the one hand, you were flattered by his apparent attraction; on the other, you knew your personalities were likely incompatible. "I'm not much of a groupie," you replied with a small smile. 

Rafe couldn't help but burst out laughing at your response. "Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for this one unforgettable fuck then," he joked.

"Rafe it's just that--" you paused. "I know your type. You're the type to hit it and quit it, right? Leave girls once you get sick of them?"

"Funny, I didn't take you as a tabloid junkie. You shouldn't believe everything the magazines say, y'know?" Rafe said with that boyish charm of him--the same charm that landed you getting fucked in the back of his tour bus.

You laughed, a rich, full sound that surprised you both. "Fair enough," you conceded, slipping your shirt back on.

"But I'm serious, Rafe. I'm not looking for a fling, and I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost." You paused, considering your next words carefully. "I like you, and this was… incredible. But I'm not sure we're meant for anything more."

Rafe's face softened, and he took your hand in his. "Hey, I get it. I've got a reputation, and it's not exactly a good one." He squeezed your hand gently. "But maybe, just maybe, we could try something different? Something real?" His eyes searched yours, and you could see the sincerity in them.

You bit your lip, torn between your better judgment and the pull you felt towards this enigmatic man.

"Sorry, cowboy. My 'no playboys' policy is firm," you playfully jested, causing Rafe to flash a grin.

"Oh, really?" he responded, drawing you closer. "I suppose I'll have to sway your opinion then."

"I suppose you will."

And with that, time would tell if he could win you over or not.

Simple Silver - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.

Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: This fic is a request from @leniram1890. Seriously, thank you so much. It’s everything I love to write and read and you just dropped it in my lap. Now that it’s done I want more…

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I can't stop laughing anytime I think about like toddler reader/baby fushiguro waking people up at night like "I frew up"

Lol okay this is how I imagine they'd react:

Yandere Papa Toji Fushiguro:

He hears the sound of your little feet padding in, cracks an eye open and sees you standing there with a small face and teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" He croaks out, a hand reaching out to caress your face.

"I- I threw up."

Toji nods, pulling you up on his bed and grabs you a water bottle from his table, pushing it to your lips.

"You good?" He asks, wiping your face with his shirt.

"Yeah."

"You wanna sleep with me tonight?"

You nod, letting him plop you on his chest, kne arm securely around you while the other pulls the covers up.

Toji kisses your forehead and pats your back until you fall asleep.

Yandere Uncle Naoya Zenin:

You could've gone to anyone in the Zenin clan and they would've happily coddled you. But no, tou decided to give your beloved uncle the heart attack of his life.

Like Naoya opens his eyes and sees a dark shadow standing right next to his face and he almost shits the bed.

Luckily his hand hit the lights first.

"Y/n?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

You suck your bottom lip. "I- threw up."

"And? What do you expect me to do about it?" Naoya asks, watching you shrug. You then proceeded to throw up again, barely missing his foot. Naoya gasped at your audacity, as you stood there and stared back at him after you finished puking.

"Can I go run outside?"

"What-? NO!" Naoya face palms, before grabbing you, all his annoyance washed away when he felt how warm you were.

"Shit." He whispered. You're running a fever.

Naoya picked you up, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and walked out of his room, and down to one of the servants room. Of course, he kicked the poor guy off the bed to wake him up.

"I- who the fuck- M-master Naoya?!" The servant corrected himself.

"Shut it. Fetch the doctor, and have one of the chefs cook some soup for Y/n. And this better be done in the next 20 minutes or so help me god, I will break your neck."

Yandere Choso:

Panics. BIG TIME PANICS.

He thinks you're doing because why else would you be emptying your stomach?

Hauls you up and pretty much zooms to Yuji and wakes his ass up.

"YUJI! Y/N'S DYING!" and Yuji looks over at you and you look pretty content for someone who's dying.

"Choso, I need you to tell me what happened, calmly."

"I- I was holding her little hand when I put her to bed, Yuji- you know she can't sleep without holding my hand! And then, all of a sudden she lurches up and starts throwing up!"

Yuji looked at you both for a couple of seconds. "Is that it?"

"What do you mean "is that it"? SHE IS DYING-"

"Choso, shut up. Come on, I'll show you how to fix this."

Yandere Sukuna:

You summoned Sukuna in the middle of the night and he was concerned because he knew it was way past your bed time. But he masked his concern, as he usually does.

"What do you want, little brat?"

"I threw up..."

Sukuna sighs, picking you up and walking to the kitchen. He warned up some water and added a couple of leaves in it.

"Drink this, it'll heal your stomach."

When you smelled the concoction, you shook your head. But he persisted, pushing the hello kitty cup to your lips.

"Drink it. Or else you'll be sick for the rest of your life and you won't get to go to that pink hell cat store."

Of course, the bluff works.

Sukuna takes you out to the garden, a light breeze in the air. He unconsciously rocks you back and forth to sleep, his heart swelling with joy that you came to him for help.

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THE FUCKBOY COMMITTEE MASTERLIST

18+

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing • UPDATED EVERY TUESDAY

Series Summary: Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Series Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, smut, inexperienced!reader, friends with benefits, drug use, MMF threesomes, angst.

ONE: The Proposition

TWO: The Agreement

Billy Wants a Woman - B.H.

Pairing: PlusSize!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Rating: E - MINORS!DNI

CW & WC: 5.4k — body image but like, you take it like a champ for the most part. Slightly jealous billy? Reader teases tf out of him. Smut! Oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, p in v. can i get an amen for friends to lovers trope? OOC for billy. (Cross posted from my ao3)

Summary: You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like. Or the one where you are Billy’s only real friend and you guys fall in love once he finally sees how hot you can look.

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When Billy moved to Hawkins with the rest of his dysfunctional family, it wasn’t hard to notice how unamused he was with all of it. Disdain was shown by Billy when it had become apparent that he would have to drive Max to and from school everyday. Billy was disturbed by how many hicks openly walked around this shit hole town. Furthermore, he was impassioned with how much pressure he put himself under, day in and day out, to make himself seem macho to everyone else who would never see what happens behind his front door. 

Then he met you. You had been able to create amusement in the dull evenings in this shit hole town, around all these hicks, without being bothered by how much he projected his own insecurities that he had never admitted. All the while making driving Max around worth it because you chipped in a few bucks for gas here and there just because you could. You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like. 

Neither one of you really remembers how your friendship was formed. If it had been like the movies you’ve watched, he would have never given you the time of day to begin with. Because if your life was one of those movies, it would be like that one scene when the least desired girl walks past the lead role with heart eyes while he’s walking to his insanely hot girlfriend. The same girlfriend that’s using cigarettes and dick as meal replacements. Because that’s not you… and it's not hard to see. You’ve always been the heavy girl and you’ve come to accept that. 

“Hey Billy…” You start to say, flipping through a magazine while he wrenches on something under the hood of his car. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, just grunts as a way to acknowledge that he’s listening. “Cassidy Wymen, ya’know the only sophomore in advanced bio this year? She was crying in the bathroom today because she said you had turned her down on account of her boobs being too small.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recount looking right at her chest when she had said what Billy allegedly told her. When you look up, Billy meets your eyes and wipes his hands on the grease rag.

“Yeah? Well, tough tits.” You both laughed at his joke, but Billy continued on with what he needed to say. “I don’t know Y/N… I mean, we’re seniors now. I guess my tastes are changing a little bit. I’m feeling more like a grown man - like a real grown ass man - so it feels eh… weird… to be feeling on tits a boy would be feelin’ up on.” Billy’s nonchalant nature of his explanation stirred more questions than you had anticipated. When you brought it up, it was because you wanted to tell Billy to at least be nicer to the girls he knew are less experienced in the art of awkward high school hookup culture. It’s not even like you knew from first hand experience… Billy had just explained everything to you so that you wouldn’t get your heart broken. 

“Wait, so you’re saying that a rack like Regan Convery’s is now more your speed?” You asked. It was no secret that Regan was working with less than a D-cup, but her waist and rib cage to breast ratio definitely made them look bigger than they actually were. Billy just shrugged and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, I guess. I mean she’s, like, probably the only one at our school that’s gonna be sizing up a cup size before the second coming.” Billy jokes. You both chuckle at his joke. Yeah, but I know mine are bigger, You think to yourself. Having to attend gym class and get dressed in front of some of the student body, you may or may not have compared your body to your peers’. They always had thinner arms, flatter stomachs, and narrower thighs… but you always had bigger boobs. 

“Aye, when you find out who has bigger boobs than Regan, make sure she doesn’t have braces. You don’t need a repeat of the Amanda incident.” You say as you start walking towards your house. On the days Billy works on his car, you’re glad that you live on the same street as him because you know there’s no way in hell he’d drive his baby anywhere in such a trying time. 

As you’re about to open your front door to your house, you hear Billy holler back, “Dear lord, Y/N.” And you close the door with a chuckle.

A few days later, you and Billy decided to sneak into your parent’s alcohol cabinet late in the evening. To be fair, it was a Saturday night where he didn’t need to take Max anywhere and your parents were out of town on an impromptu honeymoon redo. It was clearly the only logical thing to do. 

“Alright, Y/N… I can’t be the only one getting action around here. I mean, your parents are probably even boning more than you are.” Billy half yells, passing the bottle to you . A fake gagging noise from him making that comment about your parents makes him wholeheartedly laugh. You take a swig from the bottle and lean back, letting your arm support your new position. 

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I probably would be fucking someone if there was someone to fuck. I mean, c’mon Billy… get real. I don’t know a single person who wants to have sex with me.” You shake your head at the last few words and pass the bottle back to Billy.

“I know someone…” Your ears perk up. “Daniel Williams said he’d totally bang you if- ah, don’t worry. Never mind… he was being a dick about it.” Billy stammered. He busied himself from your stare by crawling over to your record player and starting up one of the vinyls he brought over. 

“What the fuck, Billy. You can’t just say shit like ‘Ah, don’t worry… Nevermind..’ and expect me to just be content.” You said while mocking him with a funny voice.

“Y/N, I don't sound like that.” He said. You gave him a look that could only be translated as ‘Hurry up and tell me already’. Billy sighed, sat back in front of you on the floor, and handed you the bottle before he started talking again. “Look, he was seriously being a dick about it and I already told him that if he ever said this to you, we’d both knock his teeth in… but he had said that he’d be totally down to fuck if you’d be down to keep it in secret…” You were confused at first, because that’s what Billy did with more than half the girls he slept with. So you didn’t understand why he was so upset with Daniel for saying the same thing, until you heard the next thing he said, “… because you’re shaped like the icebox in his basement.”

Billy fully anticipated for you to be hurt by this, so he was nervous when you started to cackle. Tears were forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at this point and Billy was starting to look uncomfortable. “Oh Billy, that is the funniest thing I’ve heard since you told me you were going to stop smoking.” You sighed once your laughing fit calmed itself down. 

“How’s that funny to you? I swear, if you were any other girl, you’d probably cry from how fucked up that was.” Billy shakes his head, unable to wrap his head around the thought of a girl laughing at being made fun of.

“Well, duh, because it’s not true. It just looks true because I wear baggy shirts.” You explain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t normally wear clothes that show my figure because old fucks can’t mind their business.” You get up, walk to your closet, and start looking for that one dress you had bought for your trip to Texas last summer. Walking into the hallway for privacy, you quickly change into it. It fits a little bit tighter than it did last year, but this will just help prove your point more. Your boobs fill it in more, even having a little overflow. The dress does wonders to camouflage your stomach pouch and accentuate the inward curve of your waist that leads to the outward curves of your hips and ass.

Before walking back into your room, you peek your head through the door to Billy who had now moved to sit on your bed. “Alright dude, close your eyes and then I’ll tell you when to open them,” You say. Billy rolls his eyes, but complies. Walking into your room slowly, you start to feel a little nervous. Billy has never seen you dressed like this. It’s not like you’re hoping he’d find you attractive or anything, but you definitely would be pissed if he said something fucked up. At the end of the day, he really is the only person you value the opinion of. When you’re finally standing right in front of him, you poke him right in the forehead and he opens his eyes.

“Goddamn, Y/N…” He stammers. Billy sits up straight and shifts his eyes around your body, quickly scanning over the many parts that appeal to him. You turn around to your vanity to find the bottle. Grabbing it, you catch the reflection of Billy behind you staring right at your ass. The dress was just barely long enough to cover everything. You cough a little after taking a swig, causing you and Billy to lock eyes through the mirror. “I mean, uh, you look very nice.” Billy says, then clears his throat.

Turning around to walk back to him, you ask, “Do you think I look like Daniel’s fucking icebox?” The nervous part of you doesn’t want to know what his answer is, but the part that values his opinion - and tipsy part - needs to hear what he thinks. He just shakes his head and grabs the bottle from your grasp. Taking a sip, then placing it on the floor by his feet, Billy just stares you right in the eyes.

“Nah, Y/N… I’d have to say you look like… like…” The intensity of his eyes on you becomes too much to handle, so you turn away with heat rushing to your face. He quickly grabs you by the hand to stop you from walking away from him, and says, “You look, like, really hot. I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to just say it. Y/N, c’mon just look at me for a second.” He coaxes and then continues, “As your friend, that happens to be a guy, I’d totally bang you if you didn’t already know I was a man-whore.” Laughter filled the room from both of you.  The feeling of the alcohol started to become more prominent in your body and you grabbed onto Billy’s shoulders to maintain your balance. Billy’s hand instinctively went to your waist to support your swaying. Taking the opportunity, Billy looked where his hand had landed and soaked in the way it looked around your curves. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he stepped closer to you so that now the both of you had the opportunity to smell the alcohol radiating off of yourselves.

“Hey Y/N, I think I found out who has bigger tits than Regan. Can you just do me a favor and smile?” He asks. You chuckle and push at his chest to gain distance. Walking back to your closet, you say over your shoulder, “You already know I don’t have braces, you fuckhead.” You start skimming through your clothes in your closet to keep yourself busy. There’s no way you’re about to let Billy see how much he has you blushing from his little joke. 

“You should wear something nice and tight to school on Monday and make Daniel cream his pants.” Billy suggested. You pondered that scenario for a few seconds, but shook your head. 

“If I’m going to wear something like that, it's not going to be for Daniel.” You turn around and see Billy had taken a seat on your bed again, but this time he had made himself more comfortable with your pillows. Even taking one to put on his lap so that he could rest his arms more comfortably. Your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol and from seeing Billy so comfortable, so you cross your arms and rest your weight on one leg - cocking your hip to that side in the process - to be able to give yourself time to think of what you were going to say next. But as you watch Billy’s eyes scan the way your tits squeeze closer to each other, and the way he shifts the pillow in his lap, the lightbulb in your head lights up. No, it doesn’t just light up, it bursts. Your plan forms so quickly in your head, you barely have time to process it before Billy can meet your eyes again. You’re not going to wear something nice and tight for Daniel, no. Not at all. You’re going to wear something nice and tight for Billy and he’s not gonna know what hit him.

You give yourself one last one over in front of the hallway mirror before heading out the front door. It’s Monday morning and Billy should be waiting outside with Max at his car. You’re following your plan, fully hoping it would work, but also feeling like it might fail. You’re wearing a denim skirt you know is long enough to not get you dress coded, but short enough to catch Billy’s attention and one of his shirts that you tied in a knot at your waist to show off your hips. Walking out to the car, Max and Billy look up at you.

“Holy shit Y/N, you look hot!” Max says in disbelief. She climbs into the backseat as you patiently wait to get into the passenger. You thank her as you close the door. Billy takes a second, but he finally gets into the car and roars it to life. Being dressed like this, Billy can’t help but notice the way your boobs jiggle at every bump and pothole in the roads. When you’re too distracted talking to Max, he tilts his rear view mirror to align with your chest so he has a better view of them. Within no time, he’s pulling into the middle school’s side of the parking lot. Knowing that you’d have to get out for Max, you deliberately put on a show of arching your back while climbing out the car.

“Bye Max, I’ll see you later” You say as she skates away. Climbing back into the car, you look over to him already staring right at you. “What? Is something the matter?” You ask Billy.

“No, I just thought you weren’t going to do this. Ya’know, I thought you weren’t going to fuck with Daniel like this.” He said, his eyes shifting back to the front of the car so that he could drive the both of you to his parking space. 

“Oh, I’m not. I just thought it would be a cool idea to see who else would be totally down to fuck me and not want to keep it in secret.” You replied right as he was parking. You quickly get out of the car and start walking to the building, leaving him scrambling to get out of the car. You holler over your shoulder at him, “If you hear anything, tell me. I want names and specifics!” Saying this, you hope it would make Billy get in his head. But there’s only one way to find out… and you’d have to wait until the end of the day when school was out to see if it worked.

The whole ride back to your neighborhood was quiet. Well, except for Max. “I don’t know how, but there were kids in my school that heard about you Y/N. The first rumor was that you were a new kid, then the next rumor was that you had plastic surgery over the weekend. Ah, you should have heard it.” She said as she leaned forward so that she could be between you and Billy. You just chuckled and left her to her thoughts. Billy stayed quiet…  Getting out of the car, you ask Billy if he had gotten the notes during the part of history class that you ‘totally spaced out’ during. “Yeah, here’s my notebook. Just make sure to grab it and bring it in the morning.”

“Wait no, just come over really quickly. I can just jot it down and hand it right over.” You counter. He stares at you for a second before walking in the direction of your house with you. 

“Thank you, Billy.” You say, drawing out the end of his name. The both of you walk up the stairs with you leading the way. You make it a point to sway your hips with every step. 

“So… Do I have any admirers?” You ask once you sit down at your desk. You won't tell Billy this, but you have all the notes you needed from today’s lesson. In fact, you have more than he does. You just wanted to get him alone. He lays down on your bed with a grunt. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want you to ask that question at all. In frustration, he closes his eyes as he lays.

“Yeah, you do.” He says. His short answer doesn't satisfy you, so you hum in encouragement for him to continue while you pretend to copy his notes. “I fucking caught Steve Harrington catching flies with his mouth during second period. Then in third period, in history, I saw our teacher fix his pants about a gazillion times. I mean, what a pervert…” He huffs. He’s clearly getting irritated recalling how your history teacher reacted. “…And then in the locker room, oh god they wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Tommy and Derek kept going on and on about how they’d just love to ‘taste that sweetness’ and watch your boobs boun- ya’know what? Forget it. They were saying very distasteful things about you.” He sighed. Hearing Billy say distasteful and boobs in the same sentence was unheard of so, naturally, you turn to him in a questioning nature.

“You’re mad at them for being distasteful? Billy, I’m almost certain you’ve said something along those lines about many girls.” You say. Standing up and walking over to your bed, Billy continues to rest his eyes. He doesn't notice your presence until you sit on the edge next to him. “Why are you mad about it, Billy?” You ask.

“Am not. My head just hurts from idiots.” He replies. But he won’t meet your eyes, so you know he’s lying. “Nuh uh, Billy. You’re full of shit right now. Why’re you so bothered about it?” You continue to nudge him with your hand and encourage him to tell you what’s got him so pissed. “Oh, come on Billy. Just tell me!” You push on his chest and nudge his side with your hips. Your smile drops when he snaps and finally spills.

“I’m just- ugh! I just don't know how to feel because when they were saying how they’d just love to see how your big tits bounced as you ride their cocks, I couldn’t help but think the same thing… and it's too much. I’ve never thought about you that way…” You stand up from where you had been sitting and fully turn your body to look at him. “… Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sits up to the edge of the bed so that he could meet you eye to eye more easily. Billy dons the look of shame as he bows his head. But you don't let him look that way for long. Slowly, mustering up every ounce of courage you had, you placed your hand on the back of his head and guide it so that he was looking back up at you.

“What if I wanted you to think of me like that?” You asked. Confused, Billy cocks his head to the side. You ask again, “What if I wore this outfit, specifically with your shirt, so that you would think of me like that? I know how you were looking at me when I showed you my dress…” Pushing him backwards by his shoulders, you crawled onto your bed so that your legs sat on either side of his hips. Out of instinct, Billy placed his hands on your hips. Billy was too stunned by what you were doing and saying to answer you. Leaning down to get closer, you whisper, “I know you were hiding a boner that night. You totally want to bone me, huh?” 

“So what if I do?” He counters in a defensive tone. You lean back up, shifting your weight around to find a more comfortable angle for your hips, and ask, “So why don’t you?” Within a matter of seconds, Billy’s grip on your hips tighten and he flips the both of you over so that he is now hovering over you. Your legs find a comfortable position around his hips as he balances most of his weight on his right arm with his other hand still grabbing your hip.

“Do you actually want this, Y/N?” You nod your head and let out a quiet ‘yes’, not trusting your voice. Being able to feel the weight of his hips pressed against your groin was intoxicating, so you roll your hips up to gain more pleasure. Billy groans and drops his face to the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses and lightly nipping at the skin. “All day, I’ve been thinking about how fucking oblivious I’ve been to what you look like… how much time I’ve wasted not being able to know what your curves feel like… not knowing what this juicy cunt tastes like…” He trails off as the hand he had on your hip moves under your skirt, not stopping his attention to your neck. A breathy moan falls from your lips when you feel the palm of his hand press against where your clit would be, but your puffy lips hide it from him. 

“Y/N, you’re my only real friend - my best friend - so I’m not going to bullshit you here.” A lump starts to form in your throat, thinking Billy was going to tell you that he couldn’t do this because of your friendship. Or how he couldn’t do this because he wouldn't want it getting out that you two had done this. So what he said next surprised you, “I don't think I can do this if you want to keep it a secret. In fact, I won't do this if I’m not allowed to walk you into school tomorrow and show everyone that you’re my girl… so just tell me now to stop if that’s not something you want from me.”

Instead of saying anything, you grab Billy’s face and kiss him. Taking the kiss as permission to go farther, he dipped his finger under the side of your panties. Dipping into your wetness, Billy trailed his finger up through your folds to your clit and started pleasing you with a slow side to side movement. You broke the kiss, moaning his name, and looked down to where his hand was hidden under your skirt. When you look back at him, he’s already looking right at you; studying the way your eyebrows furrow and mouth hangs open from the pleasure he’s giving you. Billy stops his motions and slowly pops his finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact. “Damn, Y/N… With a pussy that sweet, I don't think I’ll need to have a piece of candy for the rest of my life.” And with that, Billy was moving off the bed to kneel between your legs.

Delicately, Billy removed your panties. This confused you, so you went to unbutton your skirt so that you would be completely bare for him, but he stopped your movements, “No way, Y/N… I’ve been thinking all day about how much I wanted to hide my head under this damn skirt and make you squirm. It’s staying on.” And with that, Billy moved your hands to the side of your body, shifted the skirt up slightly to give you some slack, and picked your legs up so that they were supported on his shoulders. He gave you a devious smile and a wink before disappearing under the skirt. Billy didn’t ease his way into pleasuring you, he just drove straight in. 

“Oh my God, Billy! Fuck…” You draw out. Your back arches off of your bed as pornographic moans leave your lips. Billy kept your hips as steady as he could, but you were still able to get little bucks in here and there. You felt his tongue go wide at your hole, lapping up all of your juices, before returning back to your clit. Burrowing his lips and tongue between your puffy lips to find your clit again, Billy began sucking steadily on it. The intense pleasure he was giving you made you produce high pitched moans, each one coming out with each exhale. You knew you weren’t going to last long if he stayed at this speed, but you were adamant on wanting to cum from him fucking you.

“Billy, stop…” You grabbed him by his head and yanked him off your clit with a satisfying pop. He looked at you like he did something wrong, but you spoke before he could ask, “I wanna cum on your cock.” Billy groans and bites his lip at hearing this. You both start stripping away at your clothes, throwing them into a mixed pile on the ground. Before Billy knows it, you’re pushing him down so that he was then sitting on the bed and you were the one kneeling before him this time. 

“Aw, fuck yeah. You gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?” He asks with a smirk. Looking up at Billy, you nod your head and make it a point to put on a little show for him. You start by slowly rubbing your hands up and down the inside of his thighs, barely letting the tips of your fingernails lightly drag across his skin. All while maintaining eye contact with him, you grab him and guide his tip to your mouth. Little by little, you allow most of his member to slip into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. Billy’s eyes fluttered shut, “Fuck, just like that.” He moaned out.

Picking up the speed, loud wet sounds filled the room alongside Billy’s moans and whimpers. You shouldn’t be so surprised with how thick his cock is, but you are. Especially since your jaw is already starting to feel uncomfortable after such a little amount of time of blowing him. Even if Billy hadn’t eaten you out, you know that seeing him and hearing him like this would have gotten you just as wet. He doesn't let you continue for too long before he's pulling your mouth off of his cock and guiding you to lay down on the bed. 

“I thought you wanted me to ride your cock so you could see my tits bounce.” 

“Oh trust me Y/N, I’ll get my chance to see that next time. Just lay back and relax.” He replied. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy dragged his tip through your folds. Teasing you, he tapped your clit causing both of you to whimper in anticipation. He looked at you for a second to see if there was any hesitation showing in your face. And when he didn’t see any, he started to press the tip in. Billy takes his time pushing himself all the way in, giving you enough time in between shallow thrusts to adjust to his size. You never ever thought in a million years that you would actually be under your best friend, waiting for him to fuck the daylights out of you. But when you thought about it, which was more times than youd like to admit, you didn’t account for how potentially thick he could be. So when he fully bottoms out, you cannot help but think how incredibly full and stretched out you feel. 

“Y/N… uh- baby…” Billy moans, continuing his slow and shallow thrusts. “Your pussy feels so good, I dont know how long I’m going to last.” With a strained look on his face, you watch through fluttering lashes as he changes the pace to slow and long thrusts. With Billy fucking you at this pace, you can feel him hit your sweet spot every time he goes to the hilt.

“Me neither. Fuck me, Billy. Make me cum on your thick, strong cock.” You moan out. The way you spoke to Billy was not something he’d ever expect from you, but it was also not something he’d ever get tired of. Your words did something to him and it was soon thereafter that he began pounding you into your bed. Loud, wet smacks of skin, with a mixture of both of your moans, filled the room. Snaking your hand down to rub your clit, you focused on aiding yourself in reaching your own climax. Billy noticed what you were doing and reached out to roll one of your nipples between his fingers before leaning down to latch onto the other one with his mouth. The same mouth that latched onto your clit in a similar way. Just thinking about what his lips and tongue were doing to you earlier, and what they were doing to you now, pushed you right to your climax.

Screaming his name, you cum hard. Billy’s hips stutter in rhythm when he feels how your walls squeeze him almost impossibly tight. “Where? Hurry baby, tell me where…” he pants. You could tell him to pull out and cum anywhere he aimed like you told previous partners, but you didn’t want to. Billy was different… Billy meant something to you. So you said, “In me. Fill me up, Billy.” 

Billy leaned down and began pounding you at a speed you weren’t aware he was capable of. Billy was pure animalistic with his thrusts, growling out, “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl.” His words and the way he was pounding you started to push you towards another climax. Nipping at your earlobe, he asked, “Are you going to milk my balls with your tight pussy?” You nod your head frantically and let out high pitched moans with every breath. Billy grabbed a fistful of hair for purchase , causing a delightful amount of pain for you. Feeling like Billy was there to keep you in that position, making you take his cock, you began unraveling. Your walls clenched down on his cock, fluttering with every thrust he made.

With only a few more thrust left in him, Billy pushed himself all the way into you and held himself there. When you thought Billy was done cumming, and working on slipping himself out, he roughly pounded himself into your overstimulated pussy a few more times accompanied by deep grunts that punctuated each one.  When he had finally rolled off of you and was laying by your side, you both looked at each other and let out a few chuckles. Billy grabbed you and rolled you onto your side so that both of you could look at each other. Neither one of you did say anything for a beat; just stared and drank each other in.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him.

“Don't worry about it sweetheart…” He trailed off. He brought his hand up to the side of your face and ghosted his thumb in soft circles.

Did Billy hate Hawkins? Absolutely. But he knew that as long as you were by his side, his life here would be more bearable until he left. And now that being just friends was no longer an option, he knew that he would do anything to get you to leave this shit hole, hick infested town with him. But until then, he was perfectly content with laying with you on your bed

i'm obsessed with that scream thirst, could you make a fic with billy and stu with the reader plsssss

everytime i think im out of my scream obsession im dragged right back in and i love it <3

based on this!

everyone is 18+ mdni

warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving) knife play, violence, slight gore, mentions of death, blackmail, some praise, lots of threats, corruption kink, tag team

"Wake up, baby." A groan escaped your lips as you moved to get away from whoever was trying to wake you up.

"Go away," you mumbled sleepily, temporarily unaware of the two masked men standing over your bed.

When the shaking got rougher you shot up on your bed, about to whine to one of your siblings or parents that you would be up in a couple minutes and to get out of your room but snapped out of your sleepy trance the moment you noticed the two masked figures looming over your bed.

One of them stayed still while the other waved at you. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to scream." 

Staying in your small home town of Woodsboro and going to the community college that was the next city over had seemed like a good idea. It had always been a fairly safe place, except for the serial killer recently on the loose. 

Terrifying as it was, you were like everyone else. There was no way that the killer would target you, an average person, right? You wished now that you were more paranoid, more cautious. 

Because serial killers didn’t use logic, there was no reason to murder innocent people. Why would you be any different? 

There was no way. There was no fucking way this could happen to you of all people.

"As much as I'd like to hear those pretty screams of yours, don't you fucking dare unless you want my buddy over here to kill everyone in this house." 

You immediately nodded your head, not wanting your family to get hurt.  

"Good girl. Now we're going to play a game. You like games, don't you (Y/n)?"

They both chuckled when you shook your head back and forth. 

"Well you'll love this one." 

“Here it is, we’re gonna play “guess who the killer is!”. You have three chances to guess our identities.” 

“And if I lose?” 

“You already know what we’ll do.” 

The duo was met with a long, silent pause as you tried to think hard. Your mind went blank, and it was like you forgot the names of everyone you had ever met. You almost didn’t want to play along, they didn’t tell you what they’d do if you win. Would they make your death quick? Show you some mercy instead of torturing you? 

"Answer." Tears spilled down your cheeks as the knife pressed harder against your throat, the sharp blade just about to cut into your skin.

You thought about everyone in your classes. The close friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, everyone. You stared at the blank mask as you thought about it. They hid their identity well, looking gender neutral for the most part. Even though you were sure that they were using a voice box to change their voices, you could tell that they were men, at least the one holding onto you was. 

That at least narrowed it down. These two had to be best of fucking friends if they were were murdering people together. 

You thought about your classmate, about Tatum, who had recently got murdered. She was the most shocking death out of everyone, you’d talked to her a few times before she died, she was a sweet girl.  

Then you thought about her friend Sidney, who had just recently went missing. And the two that brought them together... Their boyfriends. 

As shocked as you were, you couldn’t say you were too shocked. They were strange, you didn’t like the way they stared at you. Luckily you had been able to avoid them for the most part, until the girls were erased from the picture. 

“Billy,” you let out a shaky breath. Judging by the way they both stiffened you were correct. "Stu and Billy.”

The one in front of you sighed and shook his head. “That’s too bad. Looks like we have to kill you now. Don’t you know the rules of a horror movie, (Y/n)? Killers never let their victims know their identity unless they’re sure they’ll never tell.” 

“Any last words, baby?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, you should have figured. Why would they let you live after finding out who they were? You were trying to brace yourself for the pain that was bound to come that you didn’t see them taking off their masks. 

Obnoxious laughter filled your ears and you only opened your eyes when you felt the cold metal withdraw from your throat. 

"You should've seen your face," Billy laughed. "Did you really think we would do all of this just to kill you? That's cute."

“Yeah, we would never dream of killing ya, (Y/n),” Stu chimed in, moving your body so you were on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

Billy had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You've been so good for us so far, why not let us give you a reward?"

Shaking your head, you weakly tried pushing them away as Stu worked on pulling off your shirt and Billy grabbed your leg and held it up, his other hand snaking to your shorts, hooking his fingers to it and your panties and yanking them down. 

You whimpered, your body being so exposed to them. Four hands ran down your body. 

Stu grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and pinching and twisting your hard nipples while Billy grabbed your ass.

You gasped as Billy looked you in the eye, the palm of his hand rubbing your pussy. You whimpered, but the satisfied look on his face told you that he took it as a moan.

“Ya have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this baby,” Stu whispered in your ear, grinding against you. 

“Stop!” You tried to sound tough, but they just laughed. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the wetness that gathered up from Billy’s hand, uncomfortable and ashamed. 

Stu pushed you back, making eye contact with his best friend as they shared a nod. You were on your hands on knees. You looked away from Billy standing in front of you, getting undressed. 

Billy looked down at you, a grin on his face. "I feel any teeth and those friends of yours are getting gutted next, alright?" 

You were about to nod your head when Stu thrusted into you, making you cry out. You felt so warm, your wet cunt stretching and sucking him in. And Billy didn’t waste any time, the moment your lips parted he pushed his cock into your mouth, neither of them letting you adjust. 

“Fuck so tight,” Stu gasped, throwing his head back and smacking your ass. “Worth the wait.” 

Stu was slower than Billy, the moment he bottomed inside you he waited for a moment. He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t that bad. He knew it had to hurt, and you were rocked against him every time Billy thrusted into your mouth. 

So he waited, well experienced enough to find your clit, rubbing soft circles into it before he slowly started to pick up the pace. Your body was fast to respond to it, the sensitive nerves making your gummy walls clench around him. 

Stu was more experimental, paying close attention to every way you reacted with each push. He knew what he was doing, they both did. 

You gasped, barely able to breath as Billy’s cock slid down your throat. You made sure that you didn’t use teeth like he demanded, but you’d never done this so you just let him continue having full control. You felt like a rag doll, being used by the both of them at once. 

“That’s it baby,” Billy groaned, hand tangled in your hair and gripping it hard. You gagged against him, letting tears stream down your face freely. 

You wondered what would happen if your parents just so happened to walk in, see their beloved, squeaky clean daughter getting violated by two serial killers in the worst way possible. 

Would they try protecting you? Or would they be disgusted, disowning you on the spot. None of them would be good. All of them would end in the same outcome, you were afraid. 

Those were your thoughts, yet you were disgusted as your body was betraying you, feeling yourself jolt and whine every time Stu hit a sensitive spot inside you.  

It made you almost wish that they would be harsher with you, the pleasure was crueler in a way. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but your head was spinning, so many feelings that you’d never felt in your life overwhelming you. 

“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” Stu squeezed your hips, pushing into you faster. 

Your body shook from the pleasure as Billy looked down at you with a satisfied look in his eye. “Told you she’s the one for us. Who else could take us both so good?” 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the praise, and you felt a heat at your core. 

It almost felt like you had to pee, the sensation growing until you couldn’t take it anymore and you felt yourself release for the first time. It was more powerful than you could’ve ever imagined. 

You moaned against Billy, feeling like you were about to blackout as you road your orgasm out, letting you blissfully forget about everything for just a moment. 

You felt him throbbing inside you, barely picking up the way Billy started fucking your throat harder, liquid sliding down your throat that caused you to quickly swallow. 

You were still tired, your mind hazy. You didn’t even know that Stu had finished until he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. The two quickly followed, sandwiching you in between them.

It made you feel suffocated, but something told you you'd have to get used to it. Your heart dropped, your cheeks burning with humiliation as you fully processed what you had just went through. You closed your eyes, refusing to let yourself sob and risk waking anyone up. 

"You know, we see ourselves in you," Stu mused, grabbing the knife from your nightstand and dragging it down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We've seen the way you look at some of our classmates when you think nobody's looking."

Billy looked down at you. "You know the saying... If looks could kill? Well now we're going to make it a reality for you."

Your blood ran cold, not liking where this was heading. 

"And you'll seal our cover," Stu added with excitement. "The two golden boys and sweet little (Y/n). Nobody's ever gonna suspect us. We can do whatever we want!” 

You desperately wanted to argue. Sure, you had thought about harming people before. Getting revenge, even murdering someone. But that wasn't who you were, it was always intrusive thoughts, you always reassured yourself.

Yet you couldn't find yourself able to immediately say no. Your life wasn't the only one at stake, after all. You had a family to protect as well.

"What if-" You paused for a second. "I don't want to hurt anyone? I don’t want to be a killer.” 

Billy chuckled. "Oh, of course you can say no." He waved the knife around before reaching out to hand it to you. "But don't be surprised when everyone you've ever loved starts dropping like flies." 

Stu wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your shoulder and looking at you. "It'd be a blood bath," he sighed. "Sounds like a blast!"

Blood was going to be spilled no matter what, and as selfish as it was, you'd much rather it be someone else than you or your family.

With a shaky hand you took the knife, trying not to cry as they grinned down at you.

"Good... Now tell us who our next victim is, baby."

Nanamin!

had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

eddie munson; tiddies

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pairings : eddie munson x female!reader summary : after a drunken evening eddie's name ends up written on your tits. he catches a glimpse in the cafeteria warnings : soft smut (minors dni), underage drinking (reader is a senior), mild swearing i’d just like to thank a wild night out for the inspiration on this one. i’m a slut for eddie munson. part 3 of tutor is coming and I've got two requests i'm writing plus another eddie headcannon series in the works.

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okay hear me out, getting drunk with eddie and somehow he ends up signing your tit with a sharpie. it doesn’t click that the pen is sharpie until you wake up the next morning and it’s not coming off in the shower.

do not ask how it ended up happening, neither of you know it just did

sods fucking law you’ve not done your washing recently and the top you’re wearing has a pretty low v-neck. one wrong move and the whole of the student body is going to see eddie (or at least the start of it because it’s so big the first few letters aren’t even covered by your bra).

it’s kinda hot. knowing that you’ve got his name, written by him, somewhere that people only ever really see unless you’re getting intimate.

or you’re drunk with your best friend who you’re only a little bit in love with

eddie doesn’t remember straight away, but when you sit down at the lunch table and lean over to give gareth some english notes he sees it

this boy chokes, he’s beet red and that part of the evening is coming back to him, it’s not that he blacked out or anything but he was definitely thinking it was just something his drunk brain imagined

now he’s got a hard on in the cafeteria and whilst the jeans look cool there’s nothing left to the imagination

the rest of the hellfire club have no clue what’s going on, but your eyes widen slightly as you realise what’s got him so worked up

he’s turned on, you’re turned on. and this is where the tension finally snaps

‘meet me in the van’ he murmurs as he quite abruptly grabs his stuff and stalks off

you’re excusing yourself not long after he left, telling the hellfire club you’ve got to go and see mr mundy about some extra credit

when you get to his van the first thing he does is grip your hips and pull you closer into a needy kiss

this is new but you’re not complaining

neither of you have to say anything about your feelings for each other, your actions are saying it for you

eddie is so needy

you would think that he’d be all dominant, and maybe if he’d written his name and then gotten off with you at the same time he would be

but this caught him unaware and he’s just so weak

his favourite girl with his name, written haphazardly in sharpie claiming what’s his

he’s a puddle

before you know it you’re making out straddling him in the back of his van

your hands are in his hair, pulling gently on it

and his hands are palming your tits through your shirt

‘let’s take this off,’ he murmurs into your skin, whilst tugging at the bottom of the fabric

‘wanna see my name on my tits,’

as soon as your shirt is off eddie’s kissing, and sucking on the top of your breasts, leaving hickies on the unmarked one

he’s starting to unravel and this is all too much for him so when you decide to start palming him through his trousers

it’s all over

putty in your goddamn hands

moaning into your tits, pushing his face so far into them he’s basically suffocating

‘eddie…eddie baby,’ your voice breaks him out of his trance, pulling him back into the moment letting out an absolutly pathetic whine when he realises the movement of your hand has stopped

‘i’m not sleeping with you for the first time in the high school parking lot,’

he just kind of short circuits because you said first time. and that’s implying it’s going to be more than once and he just can’t quite believe how someone so beautiful actually wants him

you lean in nice and close to his ear, your voice low and sensual with the promise that, if he can drive you back to his trailer you’ll let him fuck your tits

he’s never moved so fast in his life

Caught Red Handed

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.

Warnings: light smut (fingering)

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“I’m heading out Dustin, I’ll be back later!” Y/N called her younger brother. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner. 

“Just out with a few friends.” Y/N responded. 

“Who?” Dustin interrogated. 

“What are you? My father?” Y/N asked.

Dustin placed his hands on his hips, “Well someone has to be. You go out nearly every night without explanation. Robin says that you have a secret relationship that you’re not telling me about but I shut her down immediately. You tell me everything, of course you would tell me if you were in a relationship.”

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