#randy the intern x reader
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NOT PART OF THE PLAN! stu macher x fem!reader
SUMMARY: in which you discover your boyfriend, stu is hiding a dark secret, which leads to you crumbling his and billy’s plan
WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of drugging, manipulation, blood, murder, mentions of death, gunshots, stabbing, mentions of vomit
WORD COUNT: 1.9k +
You muttered a low “Fuck,” under your breath as you forced open your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy. You struggled as you lifted your head up from the pillow, it felt as though it weighed a ton. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the bright light, and for you to realise where you were. The digital clock on the bedside table was the first thing to catch your eye. Shit, how much did you drink? It was past 1AM, and Stu was nowhere to be seen.
You internally scratched your brain for any recollection of the previous night. You remember drinking, a lot, which you presumed caused you to pass out in Stu’s bedroom. But what confused you the most was the fact that Stu wasn’t lying beside you. There was no way the party was still going on. There was a curfew in place, and you distinctly remember having to drag a girl out of the house by her hair because she was so drunk.
You forced yourself up out of the bed and trailed down the hall to Mr and Mrs Macher’s bedroom, where you hoped to find your boyfriend. Instead, when you opened the door, you were met with a rather stomach-churning sight. You let out a gasp, a peculiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Blood. Everywhere. Up the walls, on the floor, splattered across the bed.
“Oh my god. No, no, no.” You repeated to yourself, immediately rushing to sprint down the staircase. If you ran any faster, you’d go flying.
Just as reached the bottom of the staircase, the scene infront of you stopped you in your tracks. Randy was lying unresponsive on the floor of the foyer, blood seeping out from his chest whilst a hysterical Sidney stood over him. By the door, you locked eyes with Billy, but this was not the same Billy you once knew. He stood smirking, scratching the side of his head with the barrel of Dewey’s gun. His white cotton shirt was soaked in blood, and the barbarous look in his eyes was haunting.
You felt sick to your stomach. Was it Billy all along? All this time, your best friend was the one you should’ve been scared of and you were blinded to it. “What the fuck is going on?” You croaked out.
“You know, Y/N. I always thought you were smarter than that.” Billy chuckled, referencing the gun in his hand, “C’mon. Put two and two together.”
You were trying to process too much at once, and it was beginning to get too much for you. The masked killer running around was right under your nose the entire time, and he just shot one of your best friends. Fuck! You trudged your way over to where Randy was lying. The carpet beneath him was quickly turning red with his blood, and his skin was growing more and more pale by the second.
“Is he dead?” Sidney asked between sobs.
You found his wrist, frantically searching for a pulse. You felt the tears prick in your eyes as you were unable to find one. Your emotions built up, a sudden wrath took hold of you, prompting you to pick up a vase that was placed on a table by the front door. You tipped the flowers out onto the floor and ran up behind Billy, smashing the ornament over his head. “You sick fucking bastard!” You cried.
The brunette boy screamed out, using his free hand to grasp hold of your ankle, dragging you down to the floor with him. You whined, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use.
Instead, you used your right leg to kick him the torso, causing the gun to fly from his hand. A small, yet determined smirk formed on your face as you extended your arm out the grab the weapon, at the hope of freeing yourself. You were so close. Just a few inches fur—
“Bitch.” The Loomis boy spat, stomping his foot on your wrist, stopping you from reaching the gun and causing you to yelp out in pain.
You were forced to put all of the pressure on your other arm as you forced yourself to stand up and attempt to tackle him again. You lunged forward at him, only for the loud ring of his shotgun to fill your ears. You audibly gasped as the bullet tore through your skin, deflecting off your right rib. It felt like your insides were burning out. As though it were a reflex, your hands cupped the bullet hole in your side, your vision blurring at the sight of blood pouring out.
Stu came running into the room at the sound of the gunshot. The beige sweater you once bought him was now red with blood, the cotton torn to shreds. You didn’t even notice the kitchen knife in his hand.
He watched your body collapse against the wall, his face dropping instantly as he turned to the brunette, who looked just as shocked as you did. “What the fuck, man?!” He spat.
Sidney rushed to your side, tearing off her denim jacket and holding it to your gunshot wound, trying her best to apply pressure to it and stop the bleeding. She’d already lost Randy and Tatum, she sure as hell wasn’t going to lose you too.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your boyfriend shrieked, staring aimlessly at Billy, who simply cocked his head to the side. “We had an agreement, man! You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt!”
The Loomis boy simply shrugged his shoulders. “She got too cocky.” He supposed, “I told you if she got in the way, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.”
“You promised, you dick.” Stu whined, dropping the knife to the floor and kneeling down beside you. His hand reached for yours, only for you to slap it away.
“Don’t touch me!” You snapped, causing him to tense up. More tears began to fall down your already stained cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. How could he do this to you? You grabbed the jacket from Sidney’s fingers, pressing it harder to your torso with a wince as you tried to stand up, using the wall to help you.
Once you were up, you stumbled into the kitchen with a stiff Stu traipsing behind you. Sidney tried to follow, but Billy was quick to grab hold of her, pulling her to his chest and holding the gun to her head.
“It was you. It was you all along. It was all you.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, pacing up and down the kitchen. Even saying it out loud, you couldn’t comprehend it. You turned around, gawking at him through glossy eyes, silently begging for an explanation.
Stu frowned, attempting to get closer to you again, but you took a step back, gripping the counter with your fingers. “Y/N, please. You don’t get it.”
“I don’t get it?” You scoffed, tightening your grip on the marble counter as the pain in your stomach started to become unbearable. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stand. “Then explain it to me, Stu! Explain to me why you killed all those people! Casey, Tatum, Himbry, Randy - why’d you do it?”
The tall, blonde boy was unable to look you in the eye. God, he felt so ashamed. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this wasn’t the plan. “It was Billy.” He mumbled, causing the brunette on the other side of the room to roll his eyes. “It was all Billy’s idea, he made me do it. I swear it, Y/N, please. You have to believe me.”
Peer pressure? Was that his motive? Did he really expect you to believe that? You knew Stu was easily led, he always had been, but now it all made sense. The sick jokes, the slasher references. There had always been something about him and you were too stupid to notice it. Either that or he was too good at hiding it.
His fear grew bigger as you stayed silent. It made him feel uneasy, he didn’t know what you were thinking and that terrified him. He had to get you on his side. He had to make you believe him. “He promised to leave you out of it if I helped him. That’s why we put you upstairs, to protect you!”
“Oh my god…” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes as the realisation washed over you like a wave. The beers. Holy shit, the beers. “You— you drugged me.” You whispered somewhat sternly.
Stu’s eyes, too glistened with tears. He shook his head, neither conforming nor denying your statement. “To protect you!” He repeated, defending himself, his voice dropping down to the usual soft tone you knew and loved.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You gawked at him, eyes wide.
“You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” He whined, throwing his arms in the air, eyeing your gaping wound. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, that was not part of the plan. All I wanted was to keep you safe, that’s all I wanted! Fuck, if you had just stayed upstairs like you were suppo—”
You cut him off, almost laughing at what you’d just heard. “Are you saying this all my fault?!”
“Y/N, honey, I love you—”
“You’re psychotic.”
“It’s not my fault—”
“You’re a murderer!”
“I did it for you!”
You let out a groan, clutching your stomach with your arm. Your entire body ached, you were exhausted. “What do you expect me to do, Stu?” You sighed in defeat. “Drop everything and forgive you so we can run off into the sunset together? Act like none of this ever happened?”
Stu ran out of words. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to convince you to be on his side. He didn’t want to lose you, that was the last thing he wanted. You were all he had left. He could tell you were tired, tired of everything. You just wanted it all to stop. As harsh as it may sound, in that moment, you wished you never met him. The boy inched closer to you, holding his arms out. He just wanted to hug you, hold you in his arms and inhale your scent, without a care in the world.
You flinched as his fingertips brushed against your skin. You felt sick. In a panic, you reached out behind you, swiping a kitchen knife from the block on the counter, and holding it out infront of you.
Stu took a rapid step back, gawping at your shaking hand. “Baby, what are you doing?” He carefully asked.
“I said… don’t come… near me.” You whispered. Now Stu was scared. Not because of the knife in your hand, but because you were turning pale. You were sweating. Your entire body was trembling, relying completely on the counter behind you to stay upright.
“Y/N, baby, give me the knife.” The blonde pleaded, looking at you with begging eyes.
Suddenly your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You let out a gasp, your grip on the side loosening. The knife slipped out of your hand with a loud crash, and your body collapsed to the floor with it. “Shit! Shit!” The Macher boy cursed, kneeling down bedside you at an instant. He picked up your head, placing it on his lap. His stomach churned as you began to spit up blood.
Once he was preoccupied, searching frantically for something, anything, to stop the bleeding, using the little strength you had left, you reached for knife, grasping it and plunging it straight into his back. “Bastard.” You spluttered, dropping the knife to the floor, lying back down as your boyfriend face-planted the ground, the kitchen knife poking out of his back.
#scream 1996#1990s#fanfiction#ghostface#fanfic#stu macher#stu macher smut#stu macher x reader#matthew lillard#scream fanfic#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis#randy meeks#sidney prescott#matthew lillard x reader#skeet ulrich#scream vi#mickey altieri#scream angst#scream fluff
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Familiar
Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: You've been having a shameful relationship with a certain Woodsboro slasher. One night, during a particularly passionate encounter, you discover who it actually is you’ve been spending time with.
Warnings: Smut, you don’t know you’re fucking Billy so I guess elements of non-con
“Guys come on! So what if I’m a virgin, I mean it’s normal!” Randy sat on the concrete ledge, fighting for his life against the vultures that are Stu and Billy. They cackled and fist bumped, turning back towards Randy to listen to him dig himself deeper into the virginity hole.
You overheard this conversation as you walked towards the group, lunch tray in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder, making it ache. Stu and Tatum sat furthest to the right, as usual, on top of eachother, kissing and touching, Tatum sitting on his lap. Then Sydney to their left, then Billy beside her, chewing on some apple slices Syd had brought. Randy sat furthest to the right, a few feet away from Billy. You strode over, plopping down between Billy and Randy. “What’s everyone arguing about?” You asked with a smile, also silently questioning if your school chicken sandwich would give you salmonella.
Stu laughed, tossing a chocolate in his mouth. “We just figured out that ol’ stunner Randy Meeks here is a virgin.” He threw a candy towards Randy, making him swat it away and flip Stu off. You were conflicted. You could take Randy’s side and say you were too, but that’d be a lie. If you said you weren’t a virgin, then everyone would ask who you’d slept with, because you told Syd and Tatum that you were a virgin. They’d know it happened recently, and you couldn’t exactly tell them you’d been meeting with a certain ghost-faced serial killer.
You shrugged. “Me too.” With a sneer, you peeled the bun back to reveal a questionably pink looking breaded piece of chicken. “You want this?” You held the burger out to Stu, who snatched it up and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in a month, which left you with a few bland, soggy french fries.
“A-HA!” Randy pointed an accusatory finger at Billy. “Told you! Totally normal to be a virgin. Just cause you're used to seeing movies where every single teenager is having sex doesn’t mean that-“
“It’s not the movies, Spielberg.” Billy interrupted. “Most of the people I know - in this school - aren’t virgins.”
You made eye contact with Billy, just now realizing that he was staring you down, deep brown eyes burning holes into yours. Trying to play off how nervous you were around him, you rolled your eyes. “What’s the big deal, Billy? Being a virgin isn’t embarrassing.”
Billy dropped the apple slice he was eating, leaning closer to you. Something in his eyes looked right through you. It looked like he knew all of your secrets, every little thing you’ve done in the dark. You tensed and backed up, biting half of your cardboard-like fry. “What?” You asked defensively, trying to get him to back off.
He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, staring at you with the same blank expression. “You’re really a virgin, huh?”
Did he know? How could he possibly know? Did EVERYONE know? You started to panic internally, but kept it cool on the outside. “Yes! I don’t know what the big deal is. Just because I haven’t found someone yet doesn’t mean I’m a loser or something.”
“Yeah right! You’re a total loser!” Stu yelled, finishing your sandwich. “I can’t believe a hottie like you is a virgin! Maybe you and Randy can fuck, get it over with.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You threw a fry at him, but it missed him, unlike Tatum’s slap on the chest, “Ugh, Stu don’t be gross.” She whined.
Randy’s face was bright red. You always thought he might have a little thing for you, but you’d pretty much had your eyes on Billy ever since high school started. You were glad to be his friend, but when he started dating one of your best friends, Syd, you couldn’t help but be consumed completely with jealousy. She knew you’d had a crush on him a little bit, and still dated him. You convinced her you were over it. Girl code, y’know?
“I’m not rushing to not be a virgin. I’m fine with it.” You said matter-of-factly and ate another fry. Billy scoffed, leaning back against his hands, which earned him a glare from both you and Sydney. You had no clue why he was being so rude about this, he couldn’t know. The bell rang out, signaling both the terrible start of your Algebra class and the blissful end of this conversation. “See you guys later.” You mumbled, taking your tray with you as you left.
The alarm clock beside you read 12:36 AM. You had been reading next to your lamp at your desk for a while, procrastinating your homework long enough to where it hopefully disappeared. With a yawn and an ache behind your eyes you decided it was bedtime. As you stood up to turn your lamp off, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. Your body had an immediate response, like Pavlov’s dogs. A phone call late at night usually meant a visit from your favorite ghost.
You picked up the line. “Hello?” You asked, a small smile tugging at your lips as you mindlessly chewed on your fingernail.
“Hi pretty girl…” his sultry voice had you hot in your cool bedroom, cheeks turning pink. “Your blinds are closed. I thought I told you to keep those open.”
“Sorry.” You said softly. “It was hot today…” you walked towards your curtains and moved them to the side, standing in the window.
A hearty chuckle sounded from over the line. “There she is…wearing my favorite shirt…good girl…”
You looked down at the tank top you had on, pink, simple, but low cut and revealing. Perfect for bed and, apparently, Ghostface. With it, you wore a pair of plain black lounge shorts that fit loose around your thighs.
“I’m in a hurry tonight, princess so get to it.” He said quickly, “Is the window unlocked like I told you?”
You nodded, big enough for him to see from his usual spot in the yard. You decided to listen to the man, getting to work. You set the phone down for just a second, quickly taking your shirt off. You had no bra, so he had a full unobstructed view of your tits he loved so much. You picked up the phone again and heard a small groan from him. “Attagirl…”
You shimmied your shorts off your legs, pleased that you had worn panties he liked, your girliest ones, purple with a little gemstone heart on the waistband.
“It’s almost like you knew I was coming, pretty girl.”
You bit your lip, leaning in closer to the window. “Come inside already…” You whispered needily, voice almost trembling from your desperation.
One minute your yard was empty, normal. The picture of suburban bliss. The next, it was overtaken by the shadow of a brutal, ruthless killer, threatening aura filling the whole yard. He should scare you, but your body had a visceral reaction to him. Face hot, skin tingling, panties wet. You wanted him every single night like you’d never wanted anything before, and seeing him was like lighting a fire in your chest. It was borderline humiliating how bad you needed him.
You slid the window open, screen discarded weeks ago, and you waited with vibrating skin. You watched his gloved hands grip the window sill, strong arms pulling him up into your childhood bedroom. Maybe that was part of the appeal. He was so forbidden, having a secret relationship in your home with a man like him was so hot to you.
There he stood in all his glory, black boots heavy on your white rug. He was on you in seconds, hands wandering, grabbing your tits hard with one, the other pushing your panties down. “So wet already.” He growled. His voice close-up was weird, but something you’d gotten used to. You knew he was using a voice changer, it crackled very once in a while and you could hear another voice in tandem with his deep, modulated one. His real voice. You couldn’t hear it well enough to know who it was, but you liked hearing it anyway.
You nodded, breathless, backing up to your bed while pulling him at the bicep with you. You laid back, and he slid your panties off the rest of the way, slipping them into his back pocket. That made your face flame red. The fact that he wanted to keep your wet panties was insane to you, made you feel hot, made you feel wanted. It made you feel like he needed you as bad as you needed him.
“Please…” you whined, pulling on his cloak as he stepped between your legs.
“Needy, huh? Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be acting like such a slut.” He snapped, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. His gloved hands trailed up the smooth skin of your inner thighs, stopping at the apex to admire the way you looked in the low warm light of your bedroom.
He slid his glove off, something he’s never done before. You looked down quickly at his hand, but a firm grip on your jaw slammed you back down to the bed. “No peeking, princess.”
You nodded, finally feeling his skin on yours. His touch felt so much better than the rough material of his gloves. Based on the glance you got, his hands were big, but smooth. Something you didn’t expect from him. You expected rough and dirty hands, not soft and manicured fingers.
All of your pensive thoughts were scrambled when you felt his finger push inside of you, quite easily with how wet you were at this point. He groaned at the feeling of your warm insides, eager to be inside you. A second finger slid in beside the first, curling upwards against the soft spot he knew got a reaction from you. You tensed, legs spreading further with a whine at his touch.
Warmth spread over your legs and belly, up to your chest and face. His fingers squelched as he fucked them into you, curled upwards at every right moment. Your bedsheets felt so soft against your hands as you gripped onto them, eyes closed and mouth open, wanton moans escaping you. While you weren’t focused, he slid a hand underneath his cloak, palming himself through his jeans.
He grumbled something softly, something you didn’t hear.
“Huh?” You asked, that small word the only thing you could muster between moans.
“Wanna taste you.” He said louder, grinding his hips into his hand. “You're gonna be a good girl and keep your eyes shut, okay?” He asked, but you felt a threatening undertone present in his words. You nodded quickly, but whined when his fingers left you. You felt yourself clench around nothing,feeling empty without him inside you.
You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him move to the window to shut the curtain. Your hands were clammy as they pressed over your eyes, you had to make sure you wouldn’t peek. You wanted to see what he looked like, but didn’t want to end up in the paper as the newest Ghostface victim.
For a minute, you waited, then suddenly, an eruption of pleasure as you felt his mouth on you, tongue running up your clit, hands pressing your thighs down against the bed. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew down to grip his hair. He didn’t seem to mind. You tried to gather what little information you could from the feeling. He felt sweaty, but his hair was soft, a little bit longer. But that’s all you could gather. You scrunched your face to emphasize the fact that your eyes were closed.
He sucked your clit into his mouth as two large fingers pushed inside of you. You let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open and back arching up off of the bed. “Holy shit…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair. He groaned, squeezing your thighs tight with his bare hands, to your delight, both gloves were off. He was becoming way more comfortable with you.
You felt yourself get close, you felt tingles on your thighs and up your waist, all the way up to your arms. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you felt so good and you couldn’t think straight. At that moment, you wanted to see him. You needed to know who he was. Desperately, you wanted to kiss him.
“I’m…I…” you whined.
“You’re gonna cum?” He asked, voice breathy with small pants. You tensed up. His voice changer wasn’t on. He sounded so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was bugging you, but you couldn’t focus on it too long as your orgasm overtook your body, gushing over his fingers and legs trembling as a damn near shriek left your mouth. You felt like you couldn’t see, your ears were ringing and you felt like you had just been beat up. You decided to look. You had to. His voice. You knew him.
You opened your eyes to see the man you’d been fucking the last few weeks. His lips and chin glistening with your cum, face flushed and soft pants escaping his plumped lips, hair sweaty and tousled from your pulling, falling in front of those gorgeous brown eyes.
You couldn’t believe it. You stared in shock. “….B-Billy?”
#slasher x reader#slashers#horror movies#ghostface#ghostface fanfiction#slasher x y/n#horror fanfiction#scream#scream fanfic#billy loomis x y/n
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Wiled Hearts Pt.2
Cowboy!Eddie Munson x female reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Meeting the new farm hand isn't exactly as glamorous as one might have predicted.
Warning: Nothing in this chapter except the reader calls her dad "daddy" a few times, but obviously not in THAT way, and some cursing.
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Morning came all too soon. The bright rays of sunlight filtered in through my window and I groaned as the light hit my eyes. Grabbing my pillow I shoved it over my face to block out the morning but removed it just as quickly when it became stuffy and hard to breathe. Slowly, I stretched myself out and sleepily threw the covers off my body.
The alarm clock on my bedside table flashed the time, 8:15 a.m. I sighed, realizing my hope of sleeping in late would not happen with my internal clock being so used to waking up early for classes. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out into the hallway where the smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach began to growl.
The bottom of the stairs opened up into the kitchen, so when I made my way down I could see Mama and Daddy and my baby brother in the room. Although, my baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore.
I stood just out of sight for a moment, admiring the family I hadn’t seen in forever. Mama was in the middle of cooking her world-famous buttermilk biscuits, Daddy had his glasses on looking at what I could only assume were bills, and Tucker was shoveling bacon and grits in his mouth like he had never eaten before.
Looking at them made me a little sad. I’ve been gone for a few years and so much can change in such a short amount of time. I mean, the last time Tucker and I were in the same room he had the chubby baby face of a thirteen-year-old, and now… now he was more muscular and had a full face of facial hair. If I didn’t know he was almost sixteen, I would have thought he was older. I can’t help the feeling that I have missed so much.
I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mama call out to me. “Morning sugar bear, go have a seat and I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
I shake my head clearly and smile. “Mornin’ Mama, Daddy,” I say as I descend the last few stairs and find my seat. “Morning to you too turd.” I push an elbow into Tucker’s side.
“Shut up.” He elbowed me back and I laughed as I threw an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. “Missed you,” he laughed as well.
“Missed you too. Although I'm pretty upset you didn’t come to graduation.” I teased.
“Hey, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.”
“Were you sick or did you not wanna come to see your one and only sister on her big day?”
Mama shook her head as she placed a bowl in front of me filled with buttery grits and a plate with two sunny-side-up eggs and three strips of bacon. “You two stop it.”
Tucker ignored her. “Oh crap, you caught me. In fact, I didn’t want to go so I decided to get a fever of 101 just so I could stay home in bed.”
“Oh well, I guess that means you don’t get to have the little present I bought for you,” I stated smugly as I began to eat my food. He sat there mouth agape if foux shock.
“Son, close your mouth when ya got food in it,” Daddy hit Tucker’s shoulder with an envelope.
“Sorry, Sir.” Tucker apologized and bumped me with his shoulder, making my spoon fall into the bowl.
“Yep, definitely not getting your present now.” After a couple more bites I turn to Dad and ask, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”
He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat before speaking. “Well, you’re brother, Randy, and I are going out to the eastern pasture over the hill and herding all the cows back this-a-way so they have some fresher grass to feed on. Munson’s sposed to be fixing the fence down by the creek and as for Mama, what are you doing today hun?”
Our heads turn to her as she places the biscuit dough in the oven. “Well, I was gonna work on the garden before heading into town to the farm supply store.”
“So I’m free to do whatever?” I ask.
“You can tag along with any of us, just thought you might want some time to settle in before I start making you work again.” Daddy smiles at me before going back to his papers.
“Wow, a free day on the farm.” These were rare and to be treated as such. Summer was coming and the heat was a testament to that, maybe a day spent at the pond or the creek was just the thing I needed. I could also use the time to go and introduce myself to the new guy.
I had almost forgotten about him until he was mentioned again. The vision of those biceps flooded my mind and I shook my head, blushing. If his silhouette was anything to go by, he would be absolutely devastating to look at.
Once I finish my food, I clean off my dishes and bound upstairs to get showered and dressed for the day. By the time I come back downstairs at a quarter to ten, everyone is already gone doing their own thing and I am left to my own devices.
First things first, I need to go down to the barn. I had grown up riding horses and the moment I went to college I was so upset that I couldn’t have that anymore.
There was an almost giddy pep in my step as I raced over the dirt driveway and through the grass and into the large open breezeway of the barn. The stalls were empty which prompted me to make my way to the back of the barn, where the breezeway opened into a two-acre fenced-in area.
As I was rounding the corner I ran face-first into something, or rather someone who was coming out of the feed room.
“Shit.” The person's aggravated voice sounded as it was accompanied by the sound of a bucket clambering to the floor.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I reached down for the bucket only to hit my head against the person. “Ow.” I stumbled backward, hand on my head.
“Fuck, can you watch where you’re going?” The unfamiliar male voice groaned with a slight northern Appalachian accent.
“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere.” I looked up at the man and boy was I right earlier. He was devastatingly handsome with his large brown eyes and hints of brown hair sticking out from under his black, straw cowboy hat.
He stared at me, eyes going from wide open to squinting in a matter of seconds. Shaking his head he bent down to pick up the spilled alfalfa hay.
I twiddled my thumbs for a moment before I realized he was finished talking. “I really am sorry.”
“Mhum.” He hummed in response, which aggravated me a little.
“I said I was sorry,” I started again a bit louder.
He looked up at me and gave a shrug. “What do you want? A fuckin’ medal? I heard you the first two times.”
I scoffed. “Well excuse me, ya don’t gotta be a dick.”
The hay was now all back in the bucket and the guy stood to his full height in front of me. He was tall and frankly intimidating, which also added to the fact that he was gorgeous. My eyes traveled to his rolled-up sleeves and dear god, those biceps were just as amazing up close.
I tried to reason with myself that I should not be ogling the new farmhand, especially since he was being a grade-A asshole.
“Whatever you say, Princess.” He pushed past me and into the first open stall.
I followed, never knowing when to let something go, always having to have the last word in any argument. “Don’t call me Princess.”
He never stopped what he was doing, only replied to me over his shoulder. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Your Majesty.” The new name was said with more venom than it should have for a person who I had known all of five minutes.
“I have a name and it’s not that.” I stood there, arms crossed and head high. I was not going to let this guy get to me.
He hummed again before walking out of the stall toward me. “I don’t actually care. Now, you can either leave me alone or find a way to make yourself useful.”
I scrunched up my nose in distaste. “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned on my heel and headed out of the barn and to the fenced-in area.
What was his deal? All I did was say sorry, is it that much of a problem to acknowledge me? I can’t believe Dad would hire someone so unpleasant.
My thoughts were jumbled as I thought over the interaction and if anyone were to be close enough to me, they would think I’m crazy the way I’m talking to myself. “How dare he call me princess, like I’m some spoiled brat. I’m neither of those things.” I huff.
I look over my shoulder to see if he was still in the barn and low and behold, he was staring at me. I glared back at him. I was not going to be the one to look away first.
He seemed to glare back before turning to walk further into the barn. A small sense of triumph washed over me like I had won.
As I internally celebrated my victory, I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the swish of a tail. I smiled. The brown snout of the familiar horse entered my field of vision and my hand reached out instantly to pat its strong neck.
My fingers twirled mindlessly in the dark, coarse hairs of its mane. Kota had been my horse since middle school. She had been a birthday present from Mama and Daddy.
I still remember them setting me down and Daddy saying, "She's your responsibility. You fed her, you water her, you take care of her."
That had been one of the best days of my life. I was so excited to have my own horse so I could ride wherever I wanted to, I could be free. Going to college several states away and almost never coming home had made me sick with longing for her. If I could have, I would have packed her right up and brought her with me.
“Hey, girl,” I whisper to her and she lets out a puff of air. “You wanna go for a ride?” It was almost like she knew what I was asking when she nodded her head over and over.
The grin that overtook my face was wide and toothy. I had absolutely missed this. We were close to the wooden slatted fence, so I lead her over to it and stepped up to the second slat before swinging my left leg over her back and getting comfortable.
I nudge my legs into her side, encouraging her to walk forward and to the gate. Once it’s open I nudge her a little more, and then we're off in a canter. It was like all my thoughts left once I could feel the breeze flowing past me. All the world just faded away until it was just me and Kota and the wide-open pastures.
It took an hour or two but we explored many places I had missed when I was gone. The tallest oak tree on the entire three-hundred-acre property, the old barn out in the woods where my friends and I would party and get drunk in high school, the clearing in the middle of those same woods I used to sneak out to in the middle of the night to clear my head. Now, we were headed back closer to the house, maybe a mile or so out, where the creek widened out into a pond. It was hot and if I was in need of a cool down, so was Kota.
The pond was near the edge of the pasture and the bobwire fence ran out about twenty feet from the back side of the water. Trees covered the area on three sides and on the side that wasn’t shaded, it looked more like a beach, with sand and a dock that went a little way into the water. The sand and the beachy vibe had been Mama’s idea several years back when the yearly trips down south to Orange Beach had been canceled due to money. It was cleaner than the other areas of water on the property since the cows rarely came to this spot, as they preferred to be more downstream and closer to the larger pond.
Pulling on Kota’s mane a bit, I get her to stop. I if didn't she probably would have happily carried us both into the water. I jumped off and landed in the sand. Since I was no longer stooping her, Kota trotted her way to the water. I shook my head as I watched her.
Before I could even begin making my way to the dock to take my boots off, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, in the woods. It was almost hard to spot but the sun had caught the mirrors of the black Chevy Silverado. Never having seen the truck before, I wandered my way over, not worrying if Kota ran off or not, the house wasn’t that far of a walk.
As I came closer to the vehicle I peered inside its open window. The red upholstery looked a bit dirty, like any farm truck. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, and neither did anything that could tell me whose truck it was. That's when I heard a frustrated cry.
"Fuckin' fence!"
I whorled around to face the voice and there, knelt down by the broken bobwire fence, was the new guy. Then I remembered what Dad had said at breakfast, that Munson would be out here working.
He had new wire tangled in a heap to his left and a couple of tools to his right. Not wanting another interaction with him, I tried to back away slow and quiet, and yet whatever controlled the universe decided that I wasn’t getting out of this unnoticed when my heel made contact with a tree root and I tumbled to the ground with a yelp.
“Well, if it isn’t the Princess.” He said smugly from where he knelt.
I glared at him as I stood to my feet and brushed the dirt and leaves from my legs and hands. “Screw you.”
“I know you want to but unluckily for you, you aren’t my type.”
“Oh yeah, and what is your type? Whore?” I spit out.
He smirked. “Anything except spoiled brat.”
Anger was bubbling inside me as I looked at this guy’s smug and unfairly handsome face. It took everything in me not to launch myself at him, to scream in frustration. So, I kicked a plume of dirt in his direction and griped, “I’m not a brat, and you’re never gonna get that fixed if you don’t have the wire stretcher… Asshat.” And with a roll of my eyes, I was gone.
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Hey There Delilah (Part 8)
Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader
(Delilah Jones)
Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)
Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Soft Sex.
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It was finally the end of summer, most of autumn was a breeze for everyone, Randy was still having issues with deciphering his emotions towards Mira in which that developed a drift between the pair causing Mira to get into a situation-ship with one of his fellow wrestlers Logan Paul, He was kind to her in general but he also wasn’t Randy. Kinsley was just settling into the apartment Lilah lived in & got used to the privacy & care she wasn’t used to receiving, Randy was still being difficult with communicating his emotions & became irritated Mira wouldn’t wait around but he also refused to fess up about the emotions he told Cody about.
Meanwhile Delilah was internally overwhelmed and overstimulated, A lot was happening in her life, she was engaged to Cody which she was more than happy to be, she was running a store that got more attention merely because Cody’s presence would be there, while planning a wedding with him at the same time. She also had to prepare for Kinsley’s first day back at school which was this morning. Delilah & Kinsley spent the night at Cody’s after going back to school shopping for the necessities.
Kinsley was upstairs getting her uniform on while Cody & Delilah paced past each other in the kitchen taking turns on 2 other things like Breakfast & packing Kinsleys lunch. At some point after switching counter to counter the two knocked into each other and Lilah held her head laughing a little bit along with her Fiancé who kissed her cheek “Your as fast as a mouse y’know that? You just scamper around the kitchen, I don’t think I can keep up sweetheart.” He teased before pushing Kinsleys lunch box into her backpack just as she came downstairs “Hey! You excited for your first day of school?” He questioned as she shrugged giving him & Lilah a good-morning hug “It’s the same boring school so not really.” Cody awkwardly smiled up at Delilah and nodded “Well aren’t you just a little shiny ol’ ball of joy.” He teased.
Delilah smiled and gave her a breakfast sandwich “Here you go Kins, I taught Cody how to make it just the way you like it.” her little sister smiled thanking them before eating her breakfast while Cody quickly put her hair into a braided bun which left Delilah a little curious on how he knew how to do such a thing until she realized last night after putting Kinsley to bed he was on youtube studying something that he thought was important “You learned that from youtube huh?” He looked over smiling “You can’t possibly think I was gonna let her go to school without some classy looking hair right?” She shrugged while letting him do his thing “All done. We should head out now before her attendance is already screwed.” Delilah had nodded in agreement while everyone hustled into the car & drove off to drop Kinsley off. Once they got to the school Cody noticed 2 familiar faces that he knows shouldn’t be there without his or Delilah’s permission “You’re kidding me.” Kinsley mumbled under her breath before Delilah had her wait in the car while Getting out & approaching her parents.
“You’re insufferable, really, You’re the most irritating people ever and a pain in the rear.” She told them while adjusting her pencil skirt while her heels clapped against the concrete when she started approaching them “Is that seriously what You’re wearing to a school Delilah? I thought I raised you better,” her mother commented on her choice of clothing which was a simple women’s White Button up with a black pencil skirt & High heels. Pretty appropriate if I do say so myself. “It’s literally business casual clothing you’re acting like I came to school in a damn romper.” Cody watched from the car rubbing his forehead sighing “It’s to tight on yo-“ she rolled her eyes & stood with her hands ontop of her hips letting no out a slight laugh about how stupid this entire situation is “I don’t know why I’m even entertaining this conversation right now. You guy’s aren’t supposed to be here or near Kinsley without my permission you know this. So turn around go into your car and leave. She doesn’t want to see you, that’s why I’m out here.” She got stern before her father caved in and turned around walking off while Cody quickly got out with Kinsley & walked her up towards the front crouching to her level “I’ll be at this exact spot to pick you up after school alright?” The little girl nodded before hugging him tightly along with her older sister.
After she made her way into the school Cody & Delilah got back in the car to go somewhere else for the day, He tapped his hand against her thigh to certain songs he liked or just did it because he felt like it and even ran his finger over the ring both of them picked out to solidify the engagement between them, He thought the ring they both picked suited her, But he also became curious on things like when she & Kinsley were going to move in. A lot of things ran through his mind but Delilah’s head was loud. She heard every single thought & worry that popped up all at once. Cody drove towards the store so Delilah could help Mira open it up and once that was finished Lilah went upstairs to her little apartment to change into more comfier clothes while Cody stood in the doorframe of her bedroom
“So, I’ve been thinking since we’re engaged and clearly getting married maybe we should start getting ready for you & Kinsley to move in? Not immediately but at some point before the year ends.” Lilah froze for a second and slowly became overwhelmed feeling as if things were moving far to fast for her own liking despite the fact that he was right, She was getting married to him soon & they needed to start moving in very soon. “Lilah?” He tried getting her attention but she was too zoned out before she nodded in a skippish way “I- Maybe- I haven’t really thought about it yet there’s just so much happening everything’s moving so fast!” She breathed out and brushed out her hair looking over at him “Delilah we need to start thinking about it.” She sighed nodding “I- I know! It’s just maybe we should just take things a little slow! Relax for a little bit!” She nervously suggested while he furrowed his brows, “Sweetheart we don’t necessarily have time for slow, we’re actively planning a wedding to get married soon you do understand that right?” Lilah nodded before lowering her head “I just feel a little overwhelmed and freaked! This is a really big step in life an-“
Cody sat next to her but she scooted away “I just need things to be At least a little slow paced so I can process.” He nodded in an understanding manner before she got up and rushed downstairs to handle things she needed to complete within the shop while Mira sat behind the register “How’s the Logan situation?” Lilah questioned while setting up a few bouquets that were ordered while Mira sighed sitting behind the register “I think he’s fun to mess around with, Randy’s being a pain in the ass still since August & now he’s pissed beca I’m in this weird situation with Logan but he won’t communicate his feelings sooo..” Lilah shrugged picking off a few thorns “It’s okay, Cody & I almost argued but it was dumb.” Mira’s ears perked up “Why’d you guy’s argue? You never argue.” Lilah turned around before wrapping up the flowers “Well it wasn’t necessarily an argument just a slight disagreement, he wants me & Kinsley to move in but I’m still just getting used to a lot of things like having Kinsley around full time, Planning a wedding & overall still overwhelmed over recent events, being engaged is exciting but overstimulating, just wanna take things slow y’know?.” Mira laughed “I get that, getting married is a big step in life, but I get his question, you do have to start considering moving in soon before you don’t have much time left.”
Delilah sighed nodding her head before leaning against the counter while Cody finally came downstairs & pressing a kiss on her temple & ran his hand down her back while Mira smiled a little bit before standing up “Lilah why don’t you & Cody go outside, walk around & I’ll take it from here alright?” Delilah looked over & nodded along with Cody before leaving the shop, it was silent for a little bit until Cody finally spoke up. “You know I don’t want to rush you right?” She looked up and nodded a little bit “I know.. I’m just really overwhelmed we just got Kinsley back & there’s school we need to worry about & A wedding to plan & I’m just worried my presence around you 24/7 in your home will be a burd-“ He shook his head in disagreement “Baby your already around me 24/7 if you were a burden which you aren’t I wouldn’t have randomly proposed to you completely unprepared, I want you to be around me 24/7 I want to be able to help you with Kinsley, I want to see your face every goddamn day for the rest of my existence on this planet Delilah.”
She smiled & held his face in her hands before pressing a kiss onto the tip of his nose “I love you.” He smiled back and pressed his lips against hers “I love you more Angel.” he pushed away any stray hairs before kissing the ring displayed on her finger “Your so beautiful.” She muttered out tracing her finger over any minute detail that was on his face, it was true, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men on earth, he really did live up to his “dashingness” even up to this day, everything about him was beautiful to her, His eyes, his nose, his lips, every. single. detail. She was madly in love with his flaws & beauty. He hummed kissing the palm of her free hand while chucking when she ran her finger down his nose “You hungry?” She shook her head “Not really no, just wanna do something.” Cody grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist before they kept walking around the pier “I know exactly what we could do.” Delilah raised an eyebrow before pinching his arm which made him laugh out “We should get Kinsley soon, it’s already 2:30” he pointed out while walking towards the parking lot that he usually put to his benefit, she nodded her head as her hands were intertwined with his before he stopped right at the door before grabbing her jaw very softly while giving her a kiss & lightly biting her bottom lip while his free hand gripped her hip before pulling away and holding the door open for her while she smiled in a flustered way & sat in the passenger seat while Cody got in and began driving to pick up Kinsley.
For the next few days when Cody & Lilah had free time they would lay in his bed doing a variety of things, showing each other something they found interesting or funny off of each others phone, have sex, Make out, Read a book together or nap & proceed to repeat that entire process every single day. Delilah knew Cody was her person, & Cody knew she was his person aswell, they fit together like a perfect puzzle piece, after a week since the minor disagreement between them Delilah finally moved in & organized her things, Cody helped Kinsley decorate her room & even pick out new things to put in there while Delilah would unpack her clothes and out them in a now shared closet with cody but in a way where one side consists of her belongings & the other his. Tonight was slightly special since they decided to gold a party to celebrate the engagement properly, Seth, Jey, Randy, Mira, Logan, Rhea, Becky were coming along. Delilah stayed in the kitchen making a few snacks before everyone got to the house while Cody stood in Kinsleys bedroom hanging some things up “See how refreshing it is to have a whole new vibe to your room now?” She smiled nodding before hugging him tightly “Thank you Cody, you’re the best.” He smiled and hugged her back until he heard commotion downstairs which was obviously Seth & Mira arriving, Seth went over to Delilah after not seeing her for awhile & hugged her “Congratulations you’re a more successful person at life than I am” he joked while Randy came in with liquor while Cody hustled downstairs kissing Lilah on the cheek & help set the table. Logan would stand in a corner with Mira while they talked with someone while Randy would stand across the house scoffing while Cody looked over “What’s up your ass?” Randy took a sip of beer he had in his hand “Mira is just being co-“ Delilah shook her head “Nobody in this house is being complicated Randy, You couldn’t confess your feelings to her and she didn’t feel like waiting for you, If you want her back go get her back. Stop standing against the wall and actually get her.” Lilah advised to Randy before turning into the kitchen to handle any stray appetizer dishes.
Delilah liked the Idea of having a happy ending to her fairytale, But her fairytale was far from over, she still had many things to accomplish, in-fact it was only the beginning of a new chapter in this fairytale of hers, especially now the two most important people in her life were no longer going to be in the picture for a very long time.
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don't mind me just thinking of playing seven minutes in heaven with Stu and Billy at Stu’s party 😳
[ABANDONED WIP]
A bunch of people liked the post I made asking if anyone was interested in me posting this so here it is. I hate the way I wrote this sooo much lmao.
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Haha, holy fuck call me bill and ted's left tit bc boy does this scenario take me back to my Quizilla days. Anyone remember that site? And how many Seven Minutes in Heaven/Spin the Bottle fics were there lol?
Anyways, have some short drabbles. (another old ass ask I got the inspo for finally)
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Seven Minutes - Billy x GN!Reader, Stu x GN!Reader
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"Look. Remember when I covered for you when you rented out the works and was out a few bucks? Children of the Corn? Prince of Darkness? Ring a bell?"
Your eyes roll as you tilt your solo cup against your lips and take a sip. You were pretty sure it was only, like, a dollar that you were short of that day but you humor Randy anyway.
"Fine. Fiiiiine. You've done it Ray. I'm worn down." You snark "I'll sit there, but I'm not playing. I'm not risking locking lips with with some mono-infested skater."
Randy's grin doesn't leave his face as you make your way to the room everyone was gathering in, and you can't help but smile to yourself as well. You knew Randy was practically vibrating at the thought of possibly getting Sidney and vice versa.
You scan the living room. Garish yellowed wallpaper peeled at the edges of the walls, and to you observe as Randy shoves himself onto the couch next to Tatum and Stu. You shake your head and chuckle internally with a smirk, how Randy managed to worm his way into the hearts of a group of the most popular people in school you never knew. He waves you over, and both blondes turn to look at you as you approach.
"Heeeeey, Y/N! How goes it?" Stu speaks up, his arm loosely around Tatum, who gives you a wave with her fingers before chiming in "You getting dragged into this too?"
You give a short laugh before nodding. You weren't close to Randy's friends, but you shared some classes with them and ran into them at parties like this. They were nice and fun people as far as you knew, especially Sidney, and you gelled with them. Randy had insisted on you getting better acquainted with them, but the stars just hadn't aligned yet; Between your own friends, school obligations, hobbies, and work you kept missing or having to turn down opportunities to do so.
"Yup." You pop the 'p'. "You know how Randall can get. Like a mother-in-law but without the hot son to marry." You stick your tongue out playfully at Randy, who flips you off. "But I'm but an observer. Continue on."
"Aw what? You're not playing?" Stu groans before a raspberry leaves his lips and he give you a thumbs down. "Booooring."
You raise your eyebrows. "And you two are? I could be out of the loop, but aren't you two a thing?"
Stu gives a toothy, smug grin as Tatum blushes before observing her manicure with a cool look. The arm around her grips her shoulder and gives a gentle shake, making her roll her eyes with a small, but coy smirk.
"Maybe? Who knows. Let me ask this vixen next week." Tatum gives him a light slap before giving a lopsided smirk your way. "We're feeling each other out."
"Yeah we are!" Stu's tongue lolls out, and this time Tatum elbows him. You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at the duo, and Stu delightfully returns the gesture with another guffaw. They would be cute together. It was a shame, since you had always thought Stu was cute as well.
"Alright! Listen up! Tonight's the night some of you losers are finally getting some action!" Some guy you recognize as a member of the football team stands on a chair before going over the rules of the game to the whooping and cheering audience. Couches and chairs are moved and the coffee table is shoved to a corner. Before long people are seated on the ground or the seating, and you move back a little behind Randy's group, now joined by Sidney and Billy.
The game commences, and you chat idly with the other non-players before realizing how parched you felt. Heading to the kitchen, you grab a water bottle out of the fridge, smiling at the hooting and hollering of your peers at whatever couple had just come out. You vaguely not someone's name being called out before making your way back into the kitchen. Water. Delicious, hydrating water. Now that it was in your hand you realized just how thirsty you were, and you stop at the threshold of the living room to open the bottle and take a swig.
Go In With Stu:
"Alriiiiight Stu! You got Y/N! Nice, man!"
Your eyes shoot up, your arm frozen in place against your lips from wiping your chin of water.
"...What?"
A whoop diverts you attention to the noise, and you see Stu leap over the back of the couch he was on to make his way to you.
"Uh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I'm not a player." You say as Stu casually swing his arm around you.
"You are now, baby." Your eye twitches at that, and you move to shake off his arm. Stu's eyes light up gleefully at your annoyed expression, and he tugs on your arm to steer you towards the closet. Your protests die as you eye the rest of the crowd, namely Tatum, who's smirk is decidedly not passive-aggressive.
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could i request a stan marsh x reader who is always hyper, i have adhd so i’d love to see the dynamic
FORGOT YOUR MEDS? --- Stan Marsh
SUMMARY: Spending the weekend with Stan, your medication was accidentally left at home leaving you to bounce all over the place and Stan to deal with it.
NOTES: I, myself, have ADHD. I take medication for it and I have for my whole life so without it I can be rather crazy. I know that not everyone is the same however this will be written based on my experience.
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A fan blows cool air onto my back and the white noise fills the room. I hadn't noticed the noise before having just finished chasing the butt end of a dream. I could still see it in my head, the realization of being awake is dreadful. So much so, that I'm having a hard time getting myself back into the dream. Disappointed, I turn onto my back and stretch an arm out over the edge of the bed with a groan. Letting my arm fall limp over the edge I release a breath and open my eyes.
The smallest amount of light peeks through the top of the curtains and it's blue. I know it's probably sometime in the late AM. With my highschool schedule and everything going on my body has set a routine clock internally. If it's not my alarm at five AM, it's walking up naturally at Eight.
In the corner of my eye is Stan. He lays beside me, black hair messy on top of his head. His lips are squished together by his cheeks pressed against the pillow and there's a small gap between them. Soft snores fall from him, urging me to fully turn towards him. Unannounced, I showed up on Stan's doorstep last night. I had already packed my bag for the weekend and walked all the way over here. I wasn't about to get denied. Thankfully, his parents like me. Randy's always telling me how good I am for him, I can see what he means. Stan's alcoholism has gotten so much better since I came into the picture. I'm glad he at least cut back for me.
Underneath my head comes a buzz, I had placed my phone underneath the pillow while we watched TikTok on his phone last night. Regretfully the buzz annoys me, sliding my hand under the pillow I tug the phone out to check the time. I was right, it's eight. I have a few missed calls and texts from someone, I'm not sure who. Unlocking it, I check it to see a missed call from Kyle. I'm not surprised, he's always calling me when Stan doesn't pick up the phone. The others are from my mom, I don't really feel like answering her right now. Ignoring the various texts, I move on to watching TikTok on my own phone. I'm not sure how long I watched them for but soon enough Stan's hands slid around me and pulled me closer.
"Morning." Cracking a smile I turn the phone off and toss it to the other side of the bed behind Stan. He grumbles at me and opens an eye. He doesn't say anything before he closes his eyes again and hides away in my chest. I smile down at him. Laying the way I am is almost unbearable with the way my legs keep having this inherent need to move. I struggle to keep still, needing a good stretch again. And for whatever reason I can't stop yawning.
"I want to go back to sleep." Stan finally says.
"Mood." Is all I can manage to say. Suddenly an unspecific spot on the bed is more interesting than looking at him. I can't take my eyes off of it even if I want my head to move. I can hear Stan talking to me but the words are washing right over me. Then suddenly there's clarity in his speech.
"You're zoned out aren't you?" He deadpans.
"Sorry." I look back at him. "Yeah."
He chuckles at me and sits up, running his hand through his hair. "It's fine."
I sit up beside him and slide a leg over the side of the bed. It bounces where it rests on the floor. "Did I wake you up?" I know I tend to listen to videos rather loudly but I can't help it. For some reason my volume is really quiet at times. He shakes his head and looks back at me.
"No."
We make eye contact and suddenly I can't help but look everywhere but him. My leg can't stop bouncing and this unstoppable urge to peel the skin off my lips with my teeth is insatiable. This wide, painful, face-spliting grin tugs at the corners of my lips. It hurts to smile for so long - and for why, I don't know - Almost like it's not me. But as fast as the moment came it passes. Stan's hand rests on my thigh and gives it a light squeeze.
I look up at him finally, feeling like my eyes are open the widest they've ever been. No matter how hard I try to make them feel normal it won't settle.
"Have you had your meds yet?" He asks. I scrunch up my face. "Why does that matter? I'm not any different."
Oh, so it's one of those days. The ones where not a single thought crosses my mind and the most pure unbiased thoughts spill from my lips. It's a shame, really. Knowing that Stan's going to have to put up with my bullshit today makes guilt fill my heart. I hate when he sees me like this. Though, no matter how harsh I treat him that soft look never fades. I still don't understand how he doesn't hate me yet for how rude and brash I can get.
"I know how you are, just go take them." He lifts his hand and places it on my back to urge me to take it. A devilish grin splits my face again. "And if I don't want to?" I query.
Stan let's out a sigh. "Then you're not going to like yourself later." His eyes are pleading me to just go on and do it but in the back of my mind, I know I might have screwed up. I should have checked the texts from my mom sooner, I left my medicine at home. At the realization my wild grin fades and instead one of extraordinary focus takes its place. Brows furrowed I reach over Stan and grasp my phone.
"I forgot them."
Stan frowns. "I'm sorry, maybe I have something that can take its place." His dad wouldn't have anything laying around the house like that so I shook my head.
"Just call Kenny. I'll pay him back Monday or something. Just get me a Xanax."
Stan just stares at me when I look at the message my mom had sent me. It really had been about my medicine. He shakes his head. "There's no point, you'll be crosseyed as a mother fucker you take one of those." He points out.
A short hysterical giggle leaves my lips. "It's fine, it's the same as Adderall right? I can handle it. I mean I take clean meth for crying out loud."
He sighs again. "Okay, I think we're gonna need that Xanax. Nothing against you, but I'm not adept enough to handle you in this state unlike your parents."
I knew he wouldn't be able to, nobody is. It doesn't seem to matter what I do but no one likes me when I'm like this. "Not surprised. You'll live."
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"Yeah, we'll head over now." There's a pause. My knee is bouncing fervently and I pick at my fingers. "Okay, see you soon. Bye." Stan takes the phone away from his ear to end the call. With a sigh he slips the phone into his pocket and looks up at me. "C'mon, let's go." He moved over to the dresser where his keys lay.
I bounced up out of my seat, my hands swinging wildly at my sides. I'm half heatedly looking for my shoes though I can't seem to spot them nearby. "Stan. Where the fuck are my shoes?" I yell agitatedly.
He tosses them in front of me. Dumbfounded I stare at them with a slight laugh and collapse onto my ass. He stares at me in disbelief while I put them on. I'm doing it so lazily, my arms not even wanting to pick themselves up to move. I keep stopping, my hands refusing to help me. Stan keeps calling out to make me do it but I can't stop laughing. Moving to the floor in front of me, he reaches out to try and put the shoes on for me but I shove him away. A huf escapes his lips and I laugh harder. He's reaching back out to help me again but I swat his hands away.
"Will you just stop." He hisses at me. I fall into my back still laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. I'm trying to speak but my laughter silences me. My actions don't stop there though.
In the car, I'm watching the scenery pass me by while we ride. It's quiet, save for the music on the radio. I haven't said a single word since we left the house and the guilt is so much heavier now. I look over at Stan, his nonchalant face makes my stomach grow uneasy. I must have annoyed him back at the house.
"Sorry for what I did back at the house." I sound like a mouse. Small and insignificant. He glances at me for a moment.
"You can't help it." He simply mutters.
"But I can." I shoot back. "I can help it I just choose not to."
He shakes his head and clicks his tongue at me. "That's just what everyone else tells you."
If there's anything more true in the world it's what he said. Everyone tells me that it's my choice to act like this, I believe that to be true. Even more true than what Stan says.
"Yeah but I'm just a dick like this." I hope he doesn't have an actual reason to shoot back at me. It seems I swallow my pride though.
"You haven't been a dick to me." He takes a hand off the steering wheel to rest his elbow on the center console. "We're going to get you something to take for this anyway. Don't fret."
I lift a finger to my lips and softly bite the skin around the nail before pulling it away again. "I haven't been a dick to you yet. Just wait until it happens soon enough."
"Look, I understand that you dislike yourself in this state and all but you need to stop being so doubtful and negative." He casts a glance in the rearview. "I can't say much for myself but I can understand where you're coming from. Just try not to think about it too much. This really doesn't bother me."
"Really? How?" I ponder aloud. "I never shut up, I'm rambunctious, annoying-"
"Truth be told I see you like this often." Stan suddenly admits. I'm almost shocked by what he said. Since when has he ever seen me like this before?
"Your medication wears off late at night, more often than not you're with me. So I see you like this all the time. It's normal." He brushes it off like it's nothing, just showing that I truly don't bother him like I think I do.
"Oh." Is all I can manage. A moment of silence beats by before he rests his hand on mine.
"Don't worry. You're not a bother. I quite like seeing you smiling and laughing all the time even when it's borderline mania. How could I not love all of you." He smiles even though it's not directly at me. "In order for this relationship to flourish I have to love you equally and that's even without your medication. I still love you all the same."
His words bring a small smile to my face. The bouncing energy has left me for the moment, I can keep my eyes on his for more than just a brief second. This relief floods my chest and a weight feels lifted from my shoulders. I can relax like this knowing that he's okay with it.
"There you go." He urges. "You can relax now."
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i know you said you have a lot of requests so it's fine if you don't get to this one but i was wondering if you could write male reader x stu macher
like the reader and stu bump into each other at the video store randy worked at. they strike up a conversation about horror movies and don't realize they've been talking for so long until someone else enters the aisle and asks them to move out of the way lol
after being interrupted mid-convo they awkwardly shuffle out of the aisle and stu gets the courage to ask out the reader or invite him back to his place to watch movies
It's a Date | Stu Macher x Male!Reader (Pre-Relationship)
Hey there!
Ah, thank you for the request! Love it! I hope you like what I've done with it. :')
And thank youuu for all your support! I see you in my notifications all the time and it makes me very happy, so, thank you! <3
summary; See above.
notes; Male!Reader; Pre-Relationship; Asking Out; Social Awkwardness; Short Fic.
At the end of the week, you usually ended up at the video store, renting a couple of movies to watch over the weekend. It’s become quite a routine for you and you tried to mix things up every week, in terms of genre. This time, you decided to go for horror movies. You’ve seen your fair share of those, but not enough to consider yourself an avid watcher of them. Maybe that would change over the weekend, though. Sometimes you just had to find the right films to really get you into it, after all.
In the aisle, you immediately embarrassed yourself by literally bumping into someone else, almost falling back on your ass with it. Whoever you’d run into, though, caught you and steadied you so you could get back on both feet.
“Gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t look where I was… going. Stu?” you apologised frantically, until you realised that you were talking to Stu. It did nothing for your nerves, considering you had a massive crush on him, but it calmed you a bit that you had bumped into him instead because he was so easy-going.
“Oh! Y/N! It’s cool, man,” he responded with a grin, waving his hand flippantly.
Awkwardly, you smiled at him, unsure whether or not you should say something else or if you should simply move on and search for a couple of movies now.
“Are you looking for a horror movie to watch?” Stu asked, taking the decision from you at last.
“Uh, yeah. Several, actually. Making a weekend watch out of it to, um, relax,” you said, internally berating yourself for how you stumbled over your words, “Do you have any recommendations for me? I know you like horror movies a lot.”
“Like them? I love them, man! They’re the best,” Stu grinned, “Sure, I got a couple of goodies up my sleeve. What have you seen?”
“Child’s Play and Halloween,” you replied with a short, embarrassed laugh, feeling your face grow hot.
“Fair choices. But I can't believe you haven't seen more than that! What about Psycho? Or Friday the 13th? A Nightmare on Elm Street? Literally all the classics.” He counted down several movies, most of which you’ve at least heard of and have considered watching.
Nodding, you told him exactly that.
“Great! Man, you’re gonna love them,” Stu chuckled, patting your shoulder with far more force behind it than necessary. You revelled in the physical contact, though. It was rare for you and Stu to talk at all, so you cherished each and every second you could get.
Quickly, he picked out all the movies he’s mentioned to you and was about to put them in your hands, while saying something else, when someone cleared their throat behind you, making you both jump.
“May I?” they inquired, looking annoyed at you two.
Awkwardly, you stepped aside and walked out of the aisle with Stu right behind you.
“Dick,” he muttered under his breath when he reached you, looking back at the person that had interrupted your conversation.
You couldn’t suppress a soft chuckle at that.
“Hey, uh, Y/N,” Stu caught your attention after a few uncomfortable moments of silence, “I was wondering if you wanna come to my place over the weekend and watch those movies there? My parents won’t be home and I thought, I don’t know, maybe I could give you some more knowledge of the movies while we watch or something. What do you say, man?”
Why exactly was he so nervous asking this? Stu was never the bashful type whatsoever. It surprised you and warmed your heart a bit. Could this be a date? What if he really reciprocated your feelings?
“Sure thing, Stu! I’d like that a lot, actually,” you told him enthusiastically with a gentle smile on your lips.
“Oh, cool! So, it’s a date?”
You could barely believe what you were hearing.
“Yeah, it’s a date,” you responded, seeming far more collected than you were, as you were freaking out internally.
“I’ll rent those movies for us, then!” Stu exclaimed, already on his way to the check-out.
Dumb-founded, you looked after him. Was this really happening?
You decided to pinch yourself. It all just seemed too good to be true. But no, the spot where you pinched yourself actually hurt. This was real.
With a bright, stupid grin stuck on your face, you walked after Stu, out of the store.
For the afternoon, you parted ways to reunite in the evening at his house. That way you could pack your things and he could make sure everything was taken care of at his home; especially snacks, which he said were very important for the whole experience.
You couldn’t wait.
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Do I make you randy?
Anders Holmvik x reader
A/n: guys it's my first time writing smut. Please go easy on me 😭 also this part of the podcast? No way did he mean it as a joke!!!
Word count: 1076
“Anders hurry up!!!” you yelled from the living room. You had finally gotten Ander's laptop connected to his living room TV. It had only taken 20 minutes but hey, were you excited for today’s movie night. It was your turn to pick the film so you decided to rewatch your favorite film of all time, ‘Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery’. You didn’t know what you liked most about the film. Austin’s goofiness, the costumes, or his overly horrible British accent that just made your stomach flip.
Your thoughts of the goofy spy got interrupted by your boyfriend walking into the living room. “You ready?” He set down the snacks he brought, onto the coffee table. “I’ve been waiting on you, ya goof.” You smiled and picked a spot on the couch. He playfully rolled his eyes and pressed play on his laptop. He took the spot next to you and covered yourselves with his blanket. “So, what film did you pick?”
Just as you were going to answer, the film's colorful title sequence started and you couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at Anders. He sighed. “No way.” You giggled. “What?”
“Babe! You choose this film every time! What’s so special about it?” Anders whined. You just smiled and patted his arm, curling into his side. “Oh come on, you know it’s just a silly goofy film I like.” Anders huffed. “Fine fine, only cause you like it, plus Mike Myers is pretty funny, but I get to choose the next two films.” You just shook your head and snuggled him tighter.
You guys got comfortable and snacked as the film played on. You couldn’t resist throwing your leg over anders leg in a way to get comfortable. Your leg twitching everytime Austin said ‘baby.’ You seriously couldn’t understand what it was about the ridiculous fictional Brit but oh did your stomach feel like it was turning into knots. You could only hope Anders didn’t notice, preferring not to look over at him when you’d twitch.
What you didn’t expect was Anders to playfully mimic Austin Powers' outlandish British accent. With a twinkle in his eye, he adopted the exaggerated tone, much to your amusement. “Do I make you Randy, baby~~?” Your face flushed. “What?” You giggled.
He continued. “Do I make you horny?” He repeated with that godawful accent. You twitched again. Anders placed his hand on your thigh that was over his leg. “What’s wrong, is my voice too distracting?” He smiled. Your face was turning redder by the second. His hand kept moving higher. “Anders.” You whispered. “It’s Anders powers to you.” He winked after using that ridiculous accent again. He got a grip on your waistband and fiddled with it. “Did you think I didn’t notice every time you’d hump my leg when he’d make a sultry comment?” Anders whispered next to your ear, dropping the accent. You sucked in your breath. He smirked and began to kiss your neck, nibbling and sucking on spots he knew you liked. You let out a soft sigh, letting his arm finally slip into your shorts. His hand slowly moves closer to your core. “Oh my.” You breathed out quietly. He massaged your clit for a bit until he stopped abruptly. You turned to look at him.
“Is everything ok?” Your eyes looked over his face and he just stared at you. Eyes scanning you. Finally, he just smiled and leaned til he was close to kissing you. “Can I taste you?” He used the stupid accent again. You couldn’t help but just shake your head a little too quickly. Anders wasted no time on laying you on your back. “Ack! Anders!” He climbed over you and started kissing your chest down to your belly. He gripped onto your shorts, slipping them off quickly with your underwear, tossing them god know where into the living room. That would be a problem for future you to deal with right now you just wanted this man to go crazy.
Anders sighed. He kissed your inner thighs. “This might be the most shaggadelic thing I’ve ever seen.” You couldn’t help but burst into laughter from the accent. “No way you just called my vagina, ‘shaggadelic’?” He blushed. “You’re laughing now but just you wait.” Anders got off the couch and onto his knees. He did work on his shirt and pulled your legs over his shoulders. He started with a slow stripe up. You let out a low moan, not expecting it to be so effective. Anders smiled at that. He did it again. You moved your hands down to his hair. He continued to just lap at your clit, putting one finger first. You gripped onto his hair. He started moving his finger in and out, going a bit faster on his tongue work. You tugged on his hair every time you felt a twitch. Anders took this as a sign to insert another digit. This time he started going faster and faster only getting encouragement every time he felt you twitch. You had started moaning loudly, not caring if Adam or Blake walked in or heard any of your lewd sounds. “Anders!” You panted. “I-I—don’t know—how much longer I can hold on.” You huffed in between words. Your legs have started to twitch. Anders placed his hand on your lower belly, this made you feel a whole new kind of pressure, pushing you over the edge. Your moans sounded almost pornographic as you came undone. Your hands let go of Ander's hair. He tried lapping up most of your juice, coming up to look at your panting figure after he felt everything come out. He smiled at you half lid, his mouth and chin covered in slick. “You feeling shaggadelic now?”
You huffed, still trying to regain your breathe. “I can’t with you sometimes.” Anders climbed onto the couch with you. “We have to definitely watch this movie more often.” You threw your head back and closed you eyes. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.” You giggled. Anders just sighed and laid his head on your heaving chest.
Now, whenever Ders slips into that ridiculous accent, it serves as a potent aphrodisiac, instantly sparking desire in you. What started as a lighthearted joke during a movie night has evolved into a tantalizing game of seduction, adding a playful twist to your guy's intimate moments and keeping the flames of passion burning bright.
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Do you have any fandoms you want to write for but for any reasons you just can’t/don’t? Also any tips on writing any “murderous” scenes? - 🛎️
1. SO MANY !! kinda off topic but I have a lot of crushes on female characters from fandoms im in that I don’t write for simply because writing mlm fan fiction is my main way to overcome my internalized transphobia/homophobia butt like actual fandoms I would say
• genshin impact (not rlly into it but was)
• x-men (characterization fears)
• twisted wonderland (lots of characters + characterization fears)
• some slasher characters (I’ve only written for ones that I’m more comfortable with in personality and even then I hate a lot of my slashers fics cs I think my characterization of them is SOO bad (mainly bo sinclair) + I’m still figuring out how to write characters that are mute in any capacity and have rlly only practiced with Vincent but still that’s in a headcanon format which is easier than actual fics and overall all my slasher character writing fears sucks cause I love characters like bubba sawyer, thomas hewitt, michael myers, jason vorhees, etc and want to write for them but I’m scared to)
that’s mainly it I think ?? I still have these characters on my masterlist tho cs i can write for them and will I just need that push so my requests with those fandoms are cooking (very slowly) but can fun fact I almost discontinued scream for u out of fears my characterization of billy and stu and some other characters such as tatum, randy, etc was AWFUL (I still think it is but I’m not changing it at this point)
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2. these scenes are HARD buttt I would suggest practicing recreating horror videos or movies onto a writing format to learn how to do that. before I wrote scream for you, I did this a lot just to practice for it. for instance, I rewrote the horror video “no through road” into a short horror story and it gave me a really good grasp on how to write that type of scene/story.
i would also suggest reading a lot of different horror or tragedy stories and taking and learning from what you can from that. seeing how different authors use phrases, setting, etc to set up a good horror is a great way to learn. if u want a more sad rather than violent type of scene, tragedy is a great way to learn how to make readers sympathize and feel sad at characters deaths etc (I recently re-read mice of men which I think is a perfect example of a murder-tragedy gone right and how u can make murder sad for both the victims and the perpetrator) Edgar Allen Poe is great too but I just love his work a lot so I might be biased 😭 just surrounding urself in content that is grounded in murder is a great way to familiarize urself whether it’s books, shows, movies, YouTube videos, etc !!
also don’t focus too much on making it insanely busy with murder and stuff. I hate to use this as an example but my friends when writing an horror story for class got into this mindset of “the more grotesque the better” and starting thinking of the most horrific ways for someone to die rather than taking the time to delve into what makes the story scary. focus of characters and the effect u want their death to have on the audience and on the story. imo, u can make death scenes grotesque but don’t rely on that yk? idk if that makes sense but stuff like “he plucked the woman’s eyes out one by one, the wet, slippery sockets squelching in the clenched first of his blood soaked hand. Then he peeled each layer of skin off in a torturous fashion; fueling his momentum on her screams of agony yada yada” wont make ur readers feel scared nor sad but rather uncomfortable
THERES JUST SOOO MUCH AND IM NO EXPERT !! like my murderous scenes were half baked at best 👎 research is ur best friend tho and learning what works and what doesn’t is a process so don’t be afraid to take risks and get feedback !! Hope I could help in my very scattered advice 🙏
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Randy (the Intern) Solo x f!Reader
Word Count: 1,692
Warnings: knife kink, blood kink, semi-public sex, dressing room sex, PIV sex, hair pulling, hint of some dirty talk, hint of a daddy kink, randy’s an awkward baby, mentions of Randy keeping a bloody dress
Notes: PSA, I’ve never been to a Marshall’s. We don’t have them where I live, so this is purely speculation as to if they have dressing rooms or not lmao. Also, I blame y’all for this.
Three weeks ago, the pocket knife Randy uses for work breaks cutting through a thick piece of plastic. He’s had it for years, it really had seen better days, but he still feels the loss as a burden. That is, until his princess has one sitting on his bedside table three days later. It’s pretty and simple, a stainless steel blade with a rich rosewood handle. He knows she spent a pretty penny on it, and he thanks her with a kiss on the forehead as she sips her morning tea, sliding it into his pocket.
And for three weeks, Randy has felt that heavy thud against his thigh. Every time he pulls it out, feels the weight in his hand, he thinks about you. How you look so pretty with your arms above your head, back arched, and cuts on your ribs. How he can drag his fingers down to your hips and leave a pretty red trail in their wake. He thinks about the dagger he keeps in the bedside drawer, the one you trusted him with. the one the two of you worked so hard to be okay using on the delicate landscape of your body. Randy trusts himself now, and he lets those thoughts swarm in his head every time he holds the one sitting in his pocket.
You’ve got him in the middle of a Marshalls, wandering down aisle after aisle of decor and furnishings. You’ve picked out a decorative chair, a yellow blanket— that Randy loves as well— and new throw pillows. And next up, Randy watches you browse through the sundresses. And there’s definitely a few he wishes he could see you in— sink those pretty thighs, littered in scars he’s created, down onto him. the fabric would bunch you at your waist. He’s adjusting the blanket and pillows he’s holding in front of him, covering up the bulge in his jeans.
You smile at him, holding up a pretty white sundress with bell sleeves. “Do you like this one?”
Randy nods, “yeah, it looks nice.” He thinks he’d like to see it pushed up your back, bent over at the waist with a fistful of your hair in his hand. and Randy hatches an idea. “do you wanna try it on?” he asks softly.
and maybe it’s the way he shifts his weight, or the flick of his head to get those loose strands of hair out of his eyes, but you can see his gears turning— and you’re more than happy to oblige. “yeah, maybe i can find a corset to go with it real quick?” you offer, watching as the breath hitches in his throat.
“yeah, yeah, sure.” he replies, following you around as you find the back of the intimates, picking out a pretty white corset with pale blue flowers in your size before you’re leading Randy back to the dressing rooms. He can feel that thud thud thud, with each step he takes and knows that rosewood handle would feel so good in his hand. How the blade would slice your skin with such ease, he could compare it to cutting butter. “There’s no one back here.” he points out, upon seeing the dressing room attendant was nowhere in sight with four empty dressing rooms.
You roll your eyes, pushing into one of the stalls to try on your items, maybe dolling up your hair just a bit before you open the door to look at him again. Randy is nervously waiting, pacing, tapping his foot, working up the courage to go inside. He places the home items you’d selected earlier in the day on the bench, right before he hears the door open. You smile at him, dressed in the sundress and corset. You haven’t tied it up and Randy swallows hard. He can see the pink underwear you’re wearing through that thin white fabric. You spin for him, smiling as you watch his eyes rake down your body and back up again. And he’s shoving his hands into his pockets. “i think you should get it.” he says, with every ounce of sincerity that he has.
“Alright, if daddy says so.” You wink at him, prompting his fast glance around the area and three quick strides to you— jerking his hand out of his pocket with the knife under his fingertips. He’s kicking the door of the dressing room closed, but not hard enough to cause any sort of attention. Your front is pressed up against the mirror, as he reaches back with his left hand to flip the lock on the door. the blade of his little pocketknife is pressing against your throat. You can see the way Randy’s eyes fall down to where it connects with your skin, and you know exactly how he wants to play.
“Princess… you dunno how long i’ve wanted to do this.” he whispers, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulder. his heart is pounding just as fast as yours is and you can feel the knife digging into your throat.
“Careful, Ran.” you remind him. you trust him, more than anything. but you know how he is, and you know all caution goes to the wind as soon as he sees those little beads pebbling up. Randy’s body shifts a little behind you, you can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing towards your backside just a little harder, the hand that isn’t worried about the pocketknife is roaming up your body, dragging your sundress up with it. He’s grabbing your hand and pushing it up against the glass of the mirror.
You can see every move he makes, watch how much care he takes and how his body moves. His hands are shaky. His words are quiet. Randy’s never been one for dirty talk, but you hear him whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think straight.” and the moan that radiates from your chest, vibrates the blade pressed to your skin. and Randy knows for certain he’s going to lose his mind. His free hand is working his belt loose and he’s flicking loose hair out of his eyes. His hand, still heavy with the rosewood handle, presses further into you— cuts you deeper than he’s intending, but not far enough to cause any real damage— blood starts dripping, starts rolling down your neck.
Randy’s spitting on his hand, slicking himself up. Hoping he doesn’t hurt you too bad. And he’s rucking up the back of the sundress, pulling those pink panties he can see through the white fabric over just enough. Maybe you put on a show, bending down as far as you can in the position he’s got you in. Your tits are pressed up against the mirror, making a quaint little valley for the blood from the cut to pool on. The neckline of the dress is now soaked in red and Randy’s gonna buy it and stash it away for later.
He’s pushing into you, quietly, slowly, letting you feel every fucking inch of him. You breathe out slowly, adjusting to the intrusion as he tangles his hand into a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to him as he thrusts his hips into you. He kisses along your jaw, begging you to stay quiet as he pushes the knife into you a little deeper and you have to remind him to pick a new spot.
He’s dragging that knife down your chest, leaving a burning trail behind as a new bead of blood rises to the surface. Two pretty slits across each of your tits as he fucks into you harder, harder. And Randy thinks he could press the handle against that pretty little clit of yours, let you desperately grind against it, make you cum from his cock and his knife. He presses a kiss against your neck, hand letting go of your hair to push one of your thighs forward. to give him more room as he drops the knife down under your dress, holding it by the blade. He drags it over your clit slowly and has half a mind to push it into you next to his cock. He tries to keep his composure, not to get too greedy. Trying to finish you both off before anyone comes back and hears what you two are doing.
And all it takes for that pit in his stomach to ache and burn, drawing his balls up so high and ready to dump the cum he’s been wanting to for weeks into you, is the way you look at him in the mirror, maybe the little smear of blood that winds up on the glass. The top of that white sundress isn’t so white anymore and he worries for just a second that he cut you too deep, that is, before he’s cumming into you with a low groan— face buried against your shoulder.
and you’re holding onto him, breathing heavily as he presses that hilt against your clit once more, giving you inch after inch when you’re searching for a mile. and he drops the knife with a clank to the ground, blood spattering just a little as he replaces the hilt with his fingers— rubbing that little bud into the stiffest peak until you’re cumming hard on his cock. The two of you are breathless, bodies still connected. Randy’s the first to make a move, nerves flooding back to him, afraid someone will find you both.
The cleanup is easy, you just use the sundress. And it’s not hard to find a couple of bandaids in Randy’s pockets to cover the cut on your neck. And maybe Randy offers you his hoodie, that way the cuts on your tits get covered too.
And Randy is just a little embarrassed at the checkout counter, when you scan the sundress at the self checkout— knowing he’s going to put it in the shoebox under your bed and jerk off with it the next time you’re away. But you wink at him, place your bags in the back of his Sonata and smile, “let’s get something to eat, shall we?”
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Idk what im doing with my life. (Ig- kaka.arts)
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I can’t be the only one to would pay to have someone role play as Adam driver or any of his characters. Seriously if you look like Adam driver you could make killer money!!!!
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Hey there!
This blog is intended to be a collection of prompts for the Adam fandom of smut writers.
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F I N A L G I R L | F O U R T E E N
You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.
masterlist here | final girl playlist here
pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader
word count: 6.4 (whoops v sorry)
warnings: S M U T (18+!!!) unhinged!reader, tw: gross pervy men, unwanted advances from said pervy men, feral reader, we getting down to it.
A/N: read the warnings pleaseeeeee. this one is a juicy one I can’t wait to hear what yall think! also just a heads up - a lot of your tags don't work so sorry if you dont get the notification when she’s outtttt x
p a r t f o u r t e e n | f e r a l
The sun was warm on your bare skin as you, Tatum and Sidney squinted up at the bright blue skies above you. It had been a few hours since you’d all scarfed down as much grease as humanly possible from the burger joint in town and now that you were all on the tail end of a tequila-induced hangover, some sun was exactly what you needed.
It warmer today than it had been in a while and as the boys dispersed to throw around a football they’d found buried in Billy’s old things, the three of you decided to bask in the sun on the back porch. Between your chat with Randy and everything else crushing down on you with being at the cabin with all of your friends, you’d barely slept a wink last night - so this, being between Tatum and Sidney with nothing but the wind gently swaying through the branches in the trees and the distant sound of the boys fumbling around in the background, it was enough to lull you to sleep.
Of course, Billy fingerfucking you in the car a few hours prior didn’t hurt. It managed to create just enough melatonin to make your eyes a little droopier than before and your brain silent enough to make the idea of a nap almost possible.
Almost being the key word.
“Y/N,” Tatum’s quiet voice sliced through the gentle breeze and yanked you out of your solitude. “How do you feel about Steve Jameson?”
You blinked beneath your sunglasses as you tried to make sense of her question. Slowly, you sat up on your elbows and glanced down at your friend. “Huh?”
“Steve Jameson,” she rhymed off, popping one of her eyes open to squint up at you. “He’s on the football team. You know, tall, dark hair, green eyes. I think he used to date Jenna Wescott.”
“Yeah, I know who he is,” you frowned. “But why are you asking how I feel about him?”
She gave you a small, guilty smile. “I don’t know, just going over our options.”
You blinked stupidly. Had you fallen asleep and missed out on something? “Options?” You echoed in confusion. “What options?”
She mimicked you and sat up on her elbows. “Yeah, you know, options. As in, you’re way too hot not to be having these boys eating out of your hands, you know? It’s slim pickings back home, but might as well have your fun with them, right?”
It was almost impressive how fast you were able to go from relatively relaxed to internally panicking in a matter of seconds. Nothing about the topic of your love life made you comfortable, not when you were so intricately spun into this web of lies with Billy Loomis.
“You said it best,” you muttered, laying back down. “Slim pickings at Woodsboro High.”
“Oh, come on,” Tatum laughed, reaching over to punch your arm. “They’re not all bad.”
You glanced up at Randy, Stu and Billy briefly before shrugging. “The only three tolerable men at Woodsboro are twenty feet away from us and I’m not about to date Randy. He’s like my brother.”
Tatum grinned mischievously. “Wait, would you have dated Stu or Billy?”
“No.” You answered that way too fast; you knew you did. Sucking in a subtle breath, you shrugged and adjusted your sunglasses. “I’ve known them too long, is all.”
Sid considered your words briefly before pushing herself up into a seated position as she overlooked the boys. Crossing her legs, she leaned back on her palms and cocked her head to the side as she watched them play in silence. “You and Billy are close; you think you guys would have dated at all if him and I hadn’t started dating?”
You were doing your best to remain as blasé as possible but beneath it all, you were shitting bricks. Your heartbeat felt like it was in your throat as you mulled over your answer. Could you trust your voice not to sound panicked? Was it going to sound too high-pitched? Too low? You swallowed back your nerves and lulled your head towards her.
“I don’t think so,” you answered quietly. “Why?”
Sid was quiet for a few seconds as she watched the boys but then her brown eyes sauntered down to you as she gave you a small smile. “I always felt like there was something between you two when we were younger.”
“I think they call those hormones, Sid,” Tatum simply said. “They’re horny men who were once horny little pre-teen boys. I’m sure they wanted to hump anything with a set of tits back then.”
“Yeah,” you pushed out, feeling guilty as sin for lying straight to her face. “Besides, when we were younger, I was convinced I was going to marry Patrick Swayze, so Billy never really stood a chance by comparison alone.”
That was seemingly enough to break whatever tension Sid’s curiosity might have caused as the three of you fell into another contemplative silence before Tatum spoke again.
“So, what you’re saying, is that I need to find a young Patrick Swayze in Woodsboro for you?” She teased. “Because if I find one, I can’t promise I won’t have some fun with him first.”
Sitting up, you gave them a small smile and reached for some water. “If you find a young Swayze back home, I expect all three of us to have a go at him for scientific reasons.”
“I like that plan,” Sidney declared with a gentle laugh. “For science, of course.”
“What about Steve Orth?” Tatum asked with a quiet yawn as she focused on the guys. “He’s kind of brawny in a Swayze kind of way, no?”
You visibly cringed. “Pass.”
“What?” Tatum laughed. “He’s broad and he’s tall and I’ve heard through the grapevine that he’s been sniffing you out for a little while now.”
“That is not the compliment you think it is,” you muttered. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’d rather die.”
“Why are you dying?” Stu asked breathlessly as he, Randy and Billy joined you on the porch. He was flipping the football around in his hands with a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes swept over the three of you. “What did we miss?”
“We’re digging around for Y/N’s type,” Tatum remarked, grabbing the football out of Stu’s hands to toss back on the grass. “She’s too hot to be on the market.”
“So, you were talking about me, then?” Randy teased, taking a seat on the lounger with a tiny smirk on his face. “I’m touched, Y/N.”
You grinned across at Randy and rolled your eyes. “Shut-up.”
“Your type, hmm?” Billy asked, leaning against the railing of the porch. His eyes, those weighty brown eyes, were scraping across your face in dark amusement. It made every small hair on your body stand on edge. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
Cocky son of a bitch.
“Not Steve Orth, as it turns out,” Tatum frowned.
“Jesus Christ,” you groaned.
“Steve Orth?” That smirk was gone now as he furled his brow. “That guy’s a dick.”
His shoulders were noticeably squared at the mention of Steve and the clip in his tone was not lost on you for a second. Ever since that day where he’d punched him after seeing him flirt with you in class, Steve Orth was the one guy at the top of Billy’s shit list.
Desperate to intervene on the potentially awkward discussion and have Sidney notice her dumbass boyfriend’s lack of decorum, you quietly cleared your throat and pushed yourself up to stand up to your full height.
“How about instead of talking about my sad little love life,” you reasoned, walking past the group to grab the empty bottle of tequila out of the recycling bin. You waved it around with a small smile on your face. “We get drunk, instead?”
“Hear, hear,” Stu stood up and slung his arm around your shoulders. “We’ve got one more night up here, might as well make the most of it.” He looked around the small group and grinned as an idea popped into his head. “I think we passed a bar on the way here, let’s give that a shot tonight.”
“Did you forget we’re underage or did you get hit in the head with the football?” Tatum asked in confusion.
“Had to have been hit in the head,” you teased, slinking out from beneath his arm to take a seat beside Sid.
“Oh, come on,” he clapped his hands together in excitement. “We’re in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere - you really think these guys are going to check for ID?”
“And if they do?” Sid asked.
“Then we leave,” Stu merely shrugged. “No harm, no foul, right?”
“Why can’t we just get drunk here?” Tatum groused. “I don’t feel like getting murdered by some backwoods hillbilly.”
“Yeah, I’m with Tatum and Sid,” you shrugged. “I have no intention of starring in Deliverance 2.”
Randy grinned and snorted like a pig a few times before shrugging. “I’m with Stu on this one,” he kicked his feet out and crossed them at the ankle. “Let’s see some local flavour, shall we?”
“Come onnnnnnnnnn,” Stu drawled out, dropping to his knees in front of Tatum. “It’ll be fun, baby.”
Tatum was evidently not convinced at first, but when Stu leaned in to whisper something in her ear, the small smirk he managed to get out of her was enough to seal your fate. You didn’t quite catch what he was saying, but you heard the word tits and mouth and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, we’ve lost her, Sid.” You stood up to your full height and leaned against the railing beside Billy. “Looks like we’re going to the bar.”
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It had been an hour and half since the six of you had arrived and of that hour and a half, thirty-eight minutes of it were spent regretting ever listening to Stu Macher.
He’d been right, of course. The makeshift bouncer didn’t so much as bat an eye at the age of any of you as you walked into the bar, but the attention you’d all managed to acquire the second you’d walked through the threshold was not lost on you, Sid and Tatum for a second.
At first, it was manageable. It wasn’t as though either of you hadn’t dealt with pervy men in the past, but when you’d denied the three shots of vodka offered to you by a middle-aged man with the name Mike stitched into the breast pocket of his work shirt, there was an obvious shift from manageable to intolerable.
Heavy glances followed the three of you everywhere and the feeling of their eyes sweeping across your body was enough to make your skin crawl. The three of you were gathered at the bar, watching the boys play pool from a slight distance in an attempt to distract yourselves from the stares of the others. It was impossible, though.
Everywhere you looked, their eyes were on the three of you. You could tell they were curious, at first, some even looked almost impressed that three young women had wandered into their bar only to sit alone, but the moment you’d turned the vodka down, the tension was overwhelming.
You felt like fresh meat and you fucking hated it.
The one man, Mike, with the yellowed teeth and deep crows-feet, was persistent. After being shot down, he was doing his best to make your stay at the bar as uncomfortable as possible with his ugly leering and every single time he’d walk by the three of you, he made sure to walk as close as possible to the point that you had to squeeze into the worn mahogany of the bar to avoid feeling him brush up against you.
It had become a game to him and his friends and with every passing moment your own anger only grew.
“The next time Stu tries to sweet talk his way into getting me to do anything for him, remind me of this exact moment.” Tatum practically growled as she glowered across at the boys and their stupid fucking game of pool.
Sid gave her a small, uneasy smile but it was obvious she felt as uncomfortable as you did as she looked over her shoulder towards the group of scowling, smirky men. “I’ll kill Stu myself for this.”
With an annoyed sigh, you took a small sip of your beer and managed to catch Billy’s cynical stare eyeing the men. Unlike Stu, who was far too immersed in kicking Randy’s ass in pool, you could tell Billy was at least aware that the three of you had managed to catch the attention of every unsavoury man in that building. And as his dark eyes danced across the room to catch your annoyed stare, you subtly gestured to the door and widened your eyes in hopes that he’d catch onto your desperation.
Your attempt was cut short, however, when Mike appeared beside you.
He smelt like stale beer and body odour and the scratchy material of his work shirt rubbed against your bare arm in a way that sent shivers up and down your spine. He was standing too fucking close and he knew it.
You kept your stare dead ahead as his eyes raked along your profile.
“I can tell you girls aren’t from around here,” he spat out. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, taste the smell of it on your tongue as you buried your grimace into another glug of beer.
“How?” Tatum grumbled, dropping her voice so only you and Sid could hear her. “Because we’re not related to him?”
You heard his table erupt in mocking laughter from just behind you and felt your anger grow. He was making your skin crawl and your blood boil. He knew he was making you uncomfortable and he was fucking thriving on account of it.
“I think it’s best if you go back to your buddies,” you kept your voice firm, barely glancing across at him.
“You do, huh?” He swooped his head a little closer to your ear and your entire body froze as you felt him reach around to brush his dirty hands against your ass. “I think I’m fine right here, darlin’.”
You were practically seeing red.
“Get your hands off my ass and leave us alone,” you growled, gripping your beer so hard you were sure it was going to splinter off into a million tiny pieces into your palm.
“Hey, asshole,” Tatum nearly yelled. “Don’t touch her.”
He held his hands out in mock surrender but the sickly smirk on his face was revolting. “What are you going to about it?”
For the first time, you looked at him in sheer disgust just as Sid grabbed for your arm. “Come on,” she pleaded gently, “let’s go.”
You huffed out a terse breath and turned to follow Sid only to watch him reach past you in an attempt to reach for Sid’s ass. You could taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your cheek but the second you watched him try and manhandle your friend was the moment you saw blood. Felt it boiling beneath your skin like a fever.
Snapping around, you barely had time to register the fact that you’d swung your good arm out to punch the dirtbag square in the jaw. He moved to grab onto the bar to catch himself, but that only resulted in him knocking down a few bottles of beer and tripping over the stool as he tumbled to the sticky floor beneath his feet.
But you weren’t done.
Something inside of you, that red hot anger, was all encompassing. It gripped you and guided you from all angles as you watched him fall back on his rear. You felt like a wild animal. Your heart was beating so ridiculously fast in your chest that you felt as though you weren’t in control of your own body as you lunged on top of him, straddling him as you reached for a broken piece of glass that had been shattered at some point in the commotion.
With your teeth bared, you held it against his throat as he squirmed and bucked his hips against you in an attempt to get you off of him.
But you weren’t budging.
Not with all of that anger, all of that adrenaline, still coursing through your body.
“I told you to leave us alone,” you snarled, applying enough pressure to the shard of glass to cause a few rivulets of blood to seep out of his neck. “What part of that did you not understand you short-dicked hillbilly?”
“Get off of me, you crazy bitch!” He cried out. “Get her off of me!”
You could feel yourself getting pulled off of the man as you continued to grip the shard of glass in your palm and it was only when you were standing on your own two feet that you realized it was Tatum and Billy standing on either side of you with wide eyes.
You knew people were yelling in the background, but you barely heard it over the sound of the blood rushing to your ears. It wasn’t until you were outside of the bar, surrounded by Sid and Tatum, both watching you with concern marring their faces.
“Holy shit,” Tatum’s was the first voice to slice through the adrenaline as your anger began to wane long enough to focus on your friends. “You’re like a fucking superhero, did you see that shit, Sid?”
You blinked and managed to catch sight of Randy and Stu yelling at a few patrons lining up outside of the bar just as Billy was making a beeline towards the three of you.
Sid’s quiet gasp stole your attention as she grabbed your wrist. “Shit, look at your hand,” she sputtered. In confusion, you followed her gaze only to notice that you were still grasping onto the glass hard enough for it to be buried into your palm. It wasn’t deep, by any means, but the blood was enough to make you unclench your hand.
The glass fell between you and shattered on the ground.
“Are you okay?” Billy asked with Stu and Randy on his heel.
“Does it hurt?” Sid asked, concern laced in her tone. Her eyes were glued to your hand.
“No,” you muttered honestly. “I mean, yeah, I’m fine. No, it doesn’t hurt.” You were being ushered towards the car as a few of Mike’s angry friends filtered out, following you towards Randy’s mom’s minivan.
“Is no one going to talk about how fucking bad ass that was?” Tatum asked as you all climbed into the van. You were in the backseat beside Tatum, Sid and Billy were in front of you with Randy and Stu in the front. “She really just said pow don’t touch me! Smacked the shit out of him and the fucker went down! And that thing with the glass?” Tatum was grinning as she replayed the entire thing in her head. “Very femme fatale.”
“You don’t think they’ll follow us, do you?” Randy asked from the front seat. “I mean, this is my mom’s car. If they run us off the road—”
“They’re not going to do shit,” Stu said before sticking his head out of the van as they tore off down the road. “Because they’re pussies!” He screamed.
“Are you kidding me?” Tatum laughed. “Did you see Y/N? That dipshit almost pissed himself, they’re not going to follow us.”
“Randy, do you have any napkins, or something?” Sid asked, still staring at your hand with all of the concern in the world. “Are you sure you’re not in pain?”
“I’m sure,” you affirmed with a small smile. You really couldn’t feel a damned thing.
“It’s the adrenaline,” Billy explained, grabbing the bundle of napkins. Leaning back to grab a hold of your hand, you watched him gently pad the wad of napkins on your palm before mimicking a fist “Make a fist.”
You did as you were told, but your eyes never left his. Even as Tatum continued to talk about what happened, even as Sid continued to ensure you weren’t in pain. There was something in Billy’s eyes that held your focus. It was an odd mix of anger, concern and desire but it was the latter that stole your breath. Maybe it was the adrenaline, like he said, or maybe it was the thrill of feeling that in control over a situation that almost got away from you. You’d taken back what Mike had tried stealing from you and you’d done so in a way that left the man trembling and scared.
You’d never felt more powerful in your life.
“What if they follow us?” Sid asked after Tatum had gone into heavy detail about what had happened after Randy had asked just what went down to incite such a reaction from you.
“They won’t,” Billy assured her.
“But what if they do?” She asked again.
“She’s right,” you muttered quietly. “I rattled him, and his friends seemed pissed. They might, we don’t know.”
The car was quiet for a few seconds before Billy spoke up again. “Would you rather we go home?” He was asking you. Not a single other soul in that car mattered in that moment as his dark eyes found yours. Only you.
“I sure as fuck do,” Randy’s voice was slightly nervous. “Don’t get me wrong, Y/N, that shit was hot, but I don’t want to get bludgeoned by a group of hillbillies because you shattered their ego.”
The truth was, you didn’t feel scared and you knew that was probably stupid. It was stupid. And reckless. And if those fuckers did come looking for a little revenge and stumbled across Randy’s mom’s bright blue minivan, you didn’t want to be the reason your friends potentially got hurt.
“Yeah,” you agreed with a small nod. “We probably should, just to be safe.”
Billy dipped his head once. “We’ll go to the cabin, pack up quick, then we’ll head home.”
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Billy was on fire.
From the moment he’d seen that creep slide up close to you at the bar to watching you lunge across at him, Billy felt as though he’d been lit aflame. Anger was what fuelled him towards you and that creep, but it was pure an utter amazement that kept him grounded there, watching you hold that shard of glass to his throat.
Your eyes were wild as you held him there, not once breaking contact despite the bastards relentless flailing. You were a feral animal caging in on her prey and Billy was transfixed by it.
The anger that fuelled you in those few seconds, that rage, drew him in like a moth to a flame. There was no side of you, no part of you that had gone untouched or unseen by Billy until that moment. The moment that you unleashed that fire inside of you and let the carnage of it splay through your every finger until that pervert paid for what he’d done. You were a fucking machine, this gorgeous powerhouse of a woman and, while he’d seen little glimmers of it here and there throughout your relationship, tonight was the night that cemented what he’d seen in you from the beginning.
You had a darkness in you. The same kind of darkness that swam beneath the surface of his every pore. He knew that darkness, fuck, did he know it well, so to see it seep out of you as you held that shard of glass to the sick fuck’s throat?
It was almost euphoric.
It took everything inside of him to peel you off of the man with the help of Tatum. The shithead might have deserved to die, but to die by your hand would have been an honour. To have an angel the likes of you deliver the final blow in a room full of witnesses would have been irresponsible.
He was glad, if he was being honest, that you’d wanted to go home. He needed you tonight, needed you more than his lungs needed air, and he knew he couldn’t have you the way he wanted you if you were to stay in that cabin with all of your friends.
He needed you solely to himself tonight, selfishly so.
And by the look on your face as the two of you locked eyes in the back of that fucking minivan, you needed him, too.
You’d all packed and thrown your shit inside of the van relatively fast and within an hour, the cabin was locked up and you were all on your way back to Woodsboro. Every other time he’d left the cabin with you by his side, he’d felt a pang of regret – but not tonight.
Tonight, getting home meant getting you alone and there was nothing he needed more.
Stu and Tatum were the first to be dropped off, then it was his turn. Next would be yours and then Sid’s as she lived closest to Randy. By the time he’d dropped his bag inside of his room, it was just after midnight and by the time he’d keyed the ignition of his car and zipped out of his driveway, it was 12:05. He was wasting no fucking time tonight.
Each and every single time he thought of you punching and throttling that piece of shit, he was rock hard. You had looked otherworldly standing there under the shitty lighting of that bar, but seeing you snap to it – seeing that feral side of you spark to life – it nearly killed him.
He made it to your house in no time having blown through a few stop signs on the quiet side streets and as he parked down the street and walked amongst the shadows that would take him to your house, he couldn’t help but grin to himself when he realized you were home alone.
Wasting no time at all, he walked up your familiar driveway and along the jasmine trees that framed the familiar footpath that lead to your front door. It was a scent he’d never thought twice about before you, but now one whiff of those fucking trees could transport him. He’d bathe in that scent, if he could; sweet and sensual and a little musky. Every breeze that carried jasmine within it, brought him right back to you each and every night.
Raising his hand, he knocked a few times and stepped back.
You answered within seconds and as your eyes swept across his lean frame, the smile he got out of you was enough to make him weak in the knees.
“I’d half-expected you to climb through the window tonight,” you teased, moving over to allow him inside the house. “The first thing I did was unlock it when Randy dropped me off.”
Billy grinned across at you as he closed the door behind him, locking the two deadbolts with ease as he watched your every move. “Pretty girl like you leaving her bedroom window unlocked?” Slinking his arms around your waist, he backed you into the nearest wall and smirked. “Don’t you know what kind of creeps are out there?”
Your response came in the form of a hum as you reached your hand up to give his hair a quick tug. “What if I like the company?”
Your hand fell from his hair down to his shoulder and he caught sight of the gash along your palm through his periphery. It wasn’t too deep, not deep enough to require any stiches, but the reddened area made his cock twitch as images of you wielding that shard of glass resounded in his mind. “Does it hurt?” He whispered, ghosting his lips across your outstretched palm.
You were watching him through half-lidded eyes as you slowly shook your head. “No,” you told him honestly. “Every other part of my body feels like its vibrating, though.”
“Vibrating,” he raised an eyebrow, “I like the sounds of that.”
You smacked his chest and stole a brief kiss. “Is that fucked up?”
“No,” he traced a thumb along your face. And then he leaned in so that his lips just barely touched yours before whispering, “It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”
He kissed you then. Hard and bruising, with desperation clinging to his every move. He was kissing you with everything he had tonight, every ounce of love and admiration and awe went into that fucking kiss as he pinned you against the wall, desperate to feel you so much closer than this. Desperate to have you feel just how fucking much he needed you.
He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your neck, any inch of you he could, as his hands slithered down the sides of your body. With hungry hands, he gathered the hem of your shirt in his fists, pushing it up your body until he peeled it off of you, leaving you in nothing but a pair of jeans. Your nipples were hardened peaks as he cupped them in his hands, massaging them roughly as his thumbs teased your nipples.
“How did it feel?” He whispered, ducking his head down to capture one of your tits in his mouth. His dept tongue swirled along your nipple, gently at first, inciting a quiet moan out of those perfect lips, but as he bit down, his cock twitched in agony at the guttural sound that slipped out of your mouth. “Tell me, baby.”
“So fucking good,” you moaned out, closing your eyes as your head fell back against the wall. “I was so angry; he wouldn’t leave us alone. He knew what he was doing, he wanted us scared.” Billy bit down again and nearly came as you moaned out his name. “It felt so fucking good to make him feel scared, Billy.”
Your voice was hoarse as his teeth scraped along your nipple. Your body moulded against his own so fucking perfectly, it was a form of comfort unlike anything he’d ever known.
“I needed to make him feel that kind of terror.” You said, pushing him towards the couch as you tore his shirt off. Your hands began to fumble with the button of his jeans and as you managed to yank them down his thighs, Billy kicked them off as he fell back onto the couch.
His dark eyes were on yours instantly as he watched you slink out of your own jeans and thong. God, you were so fucking perfect, standing there in the dimly lit living room stark naked. With desperate hands, he reached for your hands and gently guided you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. He could feel the heat of your cunt, feel your sopping folds, slide against his bare cock as you raked the fingernails of your good hand through his hair.
“I wanted to make him pay, Billy.” You whispered, catching his bottom lip between your teeth. “I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I was on top of him.”
His hands skimmed down your arms and waist and hips before giving your ass a long, firm squeeze. “That’s my girl.”
Billy craned his neck up to capture your lips as you slowly rocked back and forth on his awaiting cock. You were so wet and feeling you like this, unhinged and longing for him, was doing his head in.
He was about to grab your hips and position himself to slice into you when you began to crawl off of his body. The sudden coolness of not having you on top of him was enough to kill him but as he watched you position yourself between his thighs, looking up at him through those pretty eyes of yours, Billy could barely breathe.
Your eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them as you settled between his thighs, your lips puffy from all of the kissing. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath you took, your already pert nipples only hardened more so. Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you wasted no time in licking your way up from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around his head as your hand gently massaged his balls.
You never once looked away from him. You were watching him like he was your prey now. With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Billy watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you continued to suck him off.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as his head fell back against the couch. For just a second, he squeezed his eyes shut as you fucked him with your mouth. The hiss that rattled from his lips was loud as it echoed out around your living room. His cock twitched and the precum that slipped down your throat as you swirled your tongue around the head of it made his entire body writhe.
He said your name like a thousand tiny prayers in the hush of your empty house. With long, nimble fingers, Billy tangled his fingers through your hair and squeezed. He knew he was going to come but he couldn’t. Not yet.
Not until he tasted you on his tongue.
His hands dropped from your hair to crawl down the sides of your neck where he cradled your head in his hands. Without a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he pulled you back onto the couch. Only rather than join you, rather than slice into you like he so desperately needed to, he took his position between your thighs.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all weekend.” He simply said before burying his face in that sweet cunt.
He was a man unhinged as he tasted every inch of you and, as he looked up at you from between your thighs, that hunger, that wanton need, splayed out across every inch of your face, was a high for him. Giving your cunt one long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, he smirked as your entire body trembled for him.
You tasted so fucking sweet as he lapped and sucked at your clit. Your moans were whiny and desperate and every inch of your skin felt like fire beneath his as he watched you squirm and cry out for him as you bucked into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around your clit, he alternated between long hard sucks to gentler laps, knowing how fucking crazy that made you.
“Billy,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut. You were close, so fucking close. He could feel it. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”
One more long suck was what did it. He felt your entire body ride out an orgasm that tasted so fucking good on his tongue. You needed this release tonight and he needed to be the one to deliver it, needed to feel you, see you tremble and shake.
He didn’t ease up at first, he never could. He wanted to hear you scream out for him until your voice was hoarse and your body was writhing. But, knowing this night was far from over, Billy slowly released your clit with a tender kiss before leaning up to capture your lips once more.
Again, he joined you on the couch, but you wasted no time in crawling across his lap again, straddling him just like you did to that fucker at the bar. Your eyes were dark, and your smile was dangerous as you gently bumped your nose against his. Reaching down, you gave his dick a firm tug as you lined him up between your folds.
“Fuck me.” You merely said, finally lowering yourself onto him.
You were so fucking warm and so fucking wet, Billy had no hope in hell in lasting a long time. You felt so fucking good, looked so fucking beautiful as you fucked him. Your tits heaved and bounced with every bound, mesmerizing him in a way only you could.
Leaning forward, he caught your lips in a hungry kiss.
His hands trailed from your breasts and down your sides before squeezing your hips. With every bounce, he met you halfway, steering his hips up to thrust into you, slamming into your pussy as you yelped and moaned against his lips.
Slowly, your forehead fell against his. “You feel so good, Billy.” You groaned. “You fill me up so fucking good, baby.”
Something inside of Billy snapped to life in that instance. An almost primordial need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. That tension he’d been feeling for the better part of the weekend eased with every primitive thrust.
His mouth buried your moans as he felt that familiar knot in the pit of his stomach begin to tighten. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you fucked each other on that couch.
His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. He moaned your name out, quiet and desperate, as he bit down on your shoulder. With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there, unmoving. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along the teeth marks now marring your shoulder blade before his eyes found yours through the darkness.
There was a shift in the air, the same one he’d felt the night he’d fucked you covered in your blood, the same one that hung over the two of you when you’d told him you wanted to act out the dream you had about the knife.
It was as though there had been a tarp shielding the ugly bits away from one another, hiding the parts that few people had truly ever seen. But, over time, little slices, here and there, began to show face, eating away at the canvas, little by little, until that darkness, the one that dwelled just beneath the surface, began to take over.
It was an opening, of sorts, tiny little tears that opened up new doors each and every single time the two of you were together. It was dangerous and reckless and now that it was out there, neither of you could get enough.
IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG BUT HOW ARE WE LIKING IT HEHE
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Sooo, this was originally a B-Day fic for @thirsting4slashers that is months late lmaooo. But I finally finished it, sent them the personalized version, and she gave me permission to post it. I edited this and took out specific details so that it can be x Reader for you guys to enjoy <3.
To all my Randy lovers, enjoy!
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They Could Never - Randy Meeks x F!Reader
TW: Smut. Possessiveness. Bullying. Brief Degradation. Billy and Stu ignoring boundaries and personal space. We kinda shit talk Billy and Stu in this lmao.
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Randy felt like his teeth would shatter.
He was trying his best, he really was, to listen to the young girl asking him for some movie release dates, but his eyes couldn’t help but look past her curled hair to zero in on you.
He watched the smile pull at your lips at whatever undoubtedly stupid and likely offensive joke poured out of Stu’s mouth. He liked to imagine it was a strained smile, but he knows it isn’t; Knows that whatever quip came out of Stu’s bug-eyed ass was genuinely bringing out the laughter he himself was addicted to.
“- also, and sorry for going on and on, but if you could pull up when Lawn Dogs comes out too…?”
The voice felt like a blade being suddenly passed in front of his face, making Randy jump. He internally cursed, briefly forgetting he was currently at work, and didn’t need to be threatened to be fired by his manager again.
“Uuuuh, yeah, you got it. Hold on juuuust a second. Computer’s slower than a grandma made of molasses.”
He hears your laugh again, and he likes to imagine you somehow heard his lame little joke from across the store and found it funny. A small smile graces his features as information loads on the screen.
“May 15th. The Brits got it first though, so maybe you can find a pirat- I mean, yeah sorry, not for a while.” Randy sidetracks the sentence just as his manager walks in, but briefly scribbles something on some small paper before sliding it to the girl. It was the name of some website, one clearly meant for pirating, and Randy gives her a wink as she smiles back.
Another round of laughter, and Randy’s heart drops as he looks to where you are standing with Stu. Plus, a greasy addition.
Billy Loomis.
Randy didn’t hate Billy Loomis, at least not until recently. They had known each other for years, just like everyone in his little friend group had, besides you, the rather recent heart-throbbing addition. But Billy had been giving him bad vibes ever since his mom left. Okay well, actually ever since he started dating Sid about two years ago, but Randy wasn’t blind enough to realize that’s just his jealousy talking. What really set off his alarms was after Mrs. Loomis left.
Before that, Billy was ok. Dating his (former) dream girl, sure, but other than that he seemed to treat Sid well and, as much as it killed him, they had both seemed pretty happy. Until Billy’s mom left, and then Sid’s mom died, and now Randy has a chance that he didn’t even want anymore.
Because you came into the picture.
Billy and Sid will probably break up. Which makes Billy’s newfound friendliness with you all the more confounding and infuriating. Billy was distant to everyone outside his friend group and, because of what happened with his mom, he seemed closed off to even everyone in it nowadays too, except maybe Stu. But for the past couple of months, he and Stu had been getting closer and closer to you. He almost shit bricks the first time he had spied Billy smiling at you when you two were alone in the library. Not smirking, but an honest-to-god white-toothed, pretty boy smile that had Randy’s stomach churning as he watched from between the shelves.
For the second time that day, Randy gets startled out of his reverie. The clatter of VHS tapes and those new DVD discs that were starting to get popular, has his eyes snapping up at the three of you. Your eyes, bright and hypnotizing, had him almost smiling again, but when he sees Stu’s unnerving blues and Billy’s cold browns on either side of you, he immediately loses the urge.
“Hey Y/N! Stu…Billy.” Randy says as he begins scanning all the items, nearly scoffing at the selection.
‘Only horror movies again? Jesus, at least watch Star Wars too or something. Get another personality trait Loomis’
It was a hypocritical thought coming from him, he knows, but he can’t help being a little petty.
“Yup, that’ll be it! Oh, actually.” Your hand reaches below his view to the row of candy below, and you drop some Sno Caps and Sour Patch Kids onto the counter “These too, if you don’t mind.”
“Course I don’t. Always happy to-“ He feels his neck burn and nausea pitting in his stomach as Billy’s hand comes up and wraps around yours as you reach for you wallet. “…Serve.”
“I got it.” Is all Billy says to you as he fishes his wallet out of his back pocket with his free hand, all the while keeping his on yours, only letting go when he had to dig for some bills.
You look surprised, but thank Billy, earning a smirk from him. You miss the way he makes eye contact with Stu over your head, a clear indication that they’re plotting something, but Randy doesn’t miss it, and worry washes over him.
Billy and Stu teaming up to do something was always a bad idea. He learned this a long time ago, ever since the two had put some clear tape over his 5th grade English class door when he was running late, resulting in him barreling face first into it and almost falling over and cracking his head. The way Stu had howled and Billy had smirked confidently even with his stupid bowl cut back then, told Randy all he needed to know about the two.
It dawns on him that you were renting movies together with them. While they’re clearly plotting something. He squints at you before asking.
“You three gonna have a movie night?”
“Yeah.” You smile “Been planning for it for awhile.”
“Ever since she told me she never watched the Hellraiser movies.” Billy drawls lazily, eyes scanning the store casually before falling on a group of girls, giving them a once over that would be subtle to most people, but had Randy nearly rolling his eyes back into his skull. How Sid or you couldn’t tell that Billy couldn’t keep it in his pants was beyond him.
Billy’s eyes move back to Randy and he gives that smirk that he hates so much, before leaning casually on the counter “Thought we’d show her what a good time it is.”
Stu gives out a loud whoop, earning some dirty looks from customers, before slinging his lanky arm over your shoulder and letting his gross, dog-like tongue lol out of his mouth.
“Blood, guts, a thought-provoking humanist tale on the hubris of man. Maybe some tits. What could be better?”
Randy finishes ringing them up, a scoff leaving his lips.
“The first one is worth watching. The others, like all sequels, are trash. And it doesn’t have tits, nor is it a humanist tale, it’s post-modern at best. You want to find something humanist? Try-“
“Yeah, uh, don’t care nerd.” Stu says with a sharp grin and a little laughing hop. You elbow Stu’s side, getting an exaggerated ‘oof’ out of him, before turning back to Randy.
“I want to hear what this quote unquote “nerd” has to say.” You state, and Randy’s heart flutters. “Try what?”
“Well, you could- “
“It’s getting late, he can tell you later.”
Billy cuts in before anymore words are spoken, and both you and Randy frown before you look outside and realize it was getting dark. And you had 3 movies to get through.
“Damn. Sorry Randy. Gotta acquiesce there.” You exaggerate the ‘kwee’ part of acquiesce and it has a snort of endearment come out of both Randy and Billy at the same time. They both freeze and lock eyes, glaring at one another, almost challenging the other.
“Anyway, lets blow this place, my lady and sir.” Stu says as he makes his way to the door. Billy holds Randy’s glare in his for a moment, something unnerving flashing in his eyes that had Randy gulping, before turning to follow Stu, who was bowing cheesily as he held open the door for both you and Billy.
Randy didn’t like the way Billy grabbed your hand to pull you out. And if he had looked a little harder, he would’ve seen that you didn’t like it either.
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Turns out, J.R.R Tolkien is an excellent tool to get a mind off of unrequited love. Randy laid in his bed; blue covers bunched at his feet as he read The Hobbit in an attempt to stop his thoughts from wandering to you.
He knew Billy and Stu wouldn’t try anything. They had girlfriends, and Randy was pretty sure they wouldn’t share with each other in that way. They weren’t that close. Right?
Still, the thought of you there, laughing at Stu’s jokes, pulling smiles out of Billy…letting them both get handsy with you. It made him angry. Angrier than he had ever felt when it came to Sidney.
What he felt for Sid and what he felt for you were two very different things. With Sid, it was a small crush, nostalgia-fueled and old in a comforting way. When he first realized her and Billy were having problems, he was ecstatic, not even thinking about how bad the situation probably made Sid feel. Maybe he liked the idea of dating or having sex with her, more than her herself. Because his feelings were so different when it came to you
With you it was intense. Less of a want and more of a need. You were, in simple terms, his type. Whenever you came over, the hours you spent talking and drinking cheap beer that made you both gag were hours he had burned and branded into his mind forever. Your laugh caught his attention without fail, and every time you let it out, his breath caught in his throat.
Back in high school, when graduation came around, he was crushed he couldn’t see anymore. Then you ended up in the same college as Randy and the others, and he couldn’t be happier. Seeing you every day, meeting up for coffees and lunches with the rest of the group. And seeing how you had grown in that time had Randy putting down his book and biting his lips.
You drove him wild. You were hot, and just the thought of you had Randy clenching his fists.
‘If she were here right now…if she’d let me I’d-‘
Images of you under him floods Randy’s thoughts, and he began to thumbs the edges of his T-shirt as he felt his cock stir.
His eyes scanned his room, and thoughts of fucking you on every surface had him groaning out loud. The desk, he could see himself bending you over the red wood, pushing everything off it and driving his cock into your soaked cunt. Pulling your arms back, he’d demand you to tell him who you belonged too, who you knew was the only one who could fuck you like this. And he’d hear you call his name in rapture, not Billy’s or Stu’s, over and over as he pounded in you.
‘O-or maybe…’
This bed. He could have you on your back, legs spread, and worshipping the soft folds of your pussy. He wanted more than anything to suck and lick your clit, finger you and put a vibrator to the sensitive bud and watch you come undone on his hand. He’d make sure to go for another round, or two, or three, until you were satisfied. He didn’t care how long or short it took, the thought of your juices dripping down his chin had his hands finally making his way towards his now throbbing cock.
Randy was a mess now, fingers gingerly wrapping around his length, and he swore he could almost hear your voice.
Wait. Fuck.
One pump in, and Randy’s eyes are shooting open. That was your voice, and after the brief panic and confusion wore off, his eyes fall to his curtain-covered windows. His ears strain and then he hears it again. A harsh whisper of ‘Randy’ coming from behind it.
“Shit.” Randy whispers to himself as he scrambles up, grabbing a sweater to tie around his waist to cover the pulsing erection in his sweatpants.
He moves the curtain away, and though he was sure he heard your voice, he was still surprised when he sees you standing there. You look exhausted, but otherwise fine, putting to rest any worries he has in the moment.
The click of the window opening has relief blossoming in your eyes, and you crawl through before turning to the confused man. Silence rings out, and Randy rubs the back of his head casually before giving a simple.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” You give a smirk, and Randy smiles back. The situation was awkward in a funny way, and after the night you had, you were more than thankful for it.
“Food? Drinks? Thai massage?” Randy quips before moving his bunched bed covers to be smoother so you can sit.
You give a stretch, and the little slice of skin that reveals itself as your shirt rides up reminds Randy of the current half-chub in his sweats. He gulps and takes a seat, making sure the arms of the sweater give nothing away.
“I’m good. Though that massage sounds great.”
You move to sit next to him, and its then when Randy speaks up.
“You okay? Bad movie night with Casafuckface and his lapdog?”
“Pffft! Hahaha! Yeah, guess you could say that. A little.” You reply with an easy smile, and Randy loses his.
“Wait I was joking. What do you mean? What’d they do?” Randy couldn’t help the anger rise in his voice at the thought of Billy and Stu pulling any shit on you. Even the idea of them pulling a small, but mean prank on you had his nails digging crescents into his palm.
“No! No they didn’t- I mean- they didn’t do anything. I just-“ You sigh. You have no idea where to even begin.
Randy could see the worry in your face, and the worst came to his mind.
“They didn’t-“
“No.” You turn to face him, dead seriousness in your eyes.
“They didn’t hurt me or force me to do anything. Really. It’s just…” You sigh, letting your arms give out and falling back on to the bed. You could smell Randy’s scent and it comforted you as you begin speaking your piece.
“They just made me a little uncomfortable. Stu touching me so much, and Billy flirting. It felt like fun and games before, but they have girlfriends, and they keep, I dunno...upping the ante?” You furrow your brows as you recall the way Stu had insisted on having your legs over his lap during the movie.
“It feels wrong now. And we were all just talking like normal, when Stu suggests putting in Cannibal Holocaust, which we were all like, yeah, sure, ok. But then the scene where the guy goes into the lake and has all those people pleasure him comes up, that it gets weird. We finish the movie and Stu keeps talking about how hot being in that situation would be? Mentions some kitschy horror flick he watched one time where 2 guys tag team a girl. Like just keeps talking about orgies and threesomes…especially threesomes.” Your eyes shift to Randy, and you almost laugh at the way his jaw slackened in shock.
“Yeeeeeah. And normally, when Stu acts weird Billy hits him and tells him to knock it off, but this time he didn’t. He just kinda…stared at me. Almost like he was trying gauge my reaction to Stu not-so-subtly talking about threesomes when there are conveniently three of us alone in a room. I pretended not to catch on, so nothing happened, and the rest of the night was fine but…I just felt uncomfortable. Needed to talk to someone about it. And I sure as hell can’t go to Sid and Tate about it.” You sigh. “Like, if they were single it wouldn’t be as big of a deal, but they have Sid and Tate, and I know Billy is having problems with Sid, but it’s still not right.” You shrug your shoulders.
Silence blankets the room again, and when you turn to Randy, you can practically see the blood vessels popping. A part of you, the part that’s head over heels for Randy, stirs, but you ignore it. You know Randy is in love with Sid. Still, seeing him so concerned for you set your heart a flutter. You could almost thank Billy and Stu for being horny creeps.
“Would you if they weren’t?”
“Huh?” You blink, and Randy’s eyes shift to yours.
“If they weren’t dating Sid and Tatum. Would you have taken up their offer for a threesome?”
Randy shifted a little closer, and you think you can see hope in his eyes, though you aren’t sure why.
“Uh, no. Billy and Stu are really fun as friends. But I’m not into them that way.” You bite your lip and lean towards Randy conspiratorially “Plus, something about them seems…off? Like, don’t tell them I said this, but I’m half sure one of them is gonna turn out to be, like, some sort of psycho. My money’s on Billy.” You wink playfully, only a little serious, choosing to rag on Billy a bit since you know Randy doesn’t like him much. Randy nods, his eyebrows stiffening as he leans in as well.
“I’m putting money on Stu. Billy’s a greasy ass momma’s boy with some, in my opinion, homo-repression issues, but Stu’s the goofball. And you never, under any circumstances, trust the goofball.”
This gets a laugh out of you, and Randy can’t help but chuckle.
“Oh my god you’re so right! No one would ever suspect Stu. It’d be perfect!” You wheeze out between laughs, Randy’s joining yours until you’re both laughing at the ridiculous thought that your two friends could become crazed killers one day.
Amongst the slowly dying down laughter, you lock eyes, and the smiles blooming on both your faces is unmistakable. You realize slowly that both of you were just staring at each other, and Randy clears his throat before speaking up again.
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. But it’s good. That you don’t go gaga over them, especially Billy, like most girls do. He’s a walking, talking red flag.”
“Yeah, I saw how he stared at those girls in the video store. It’s part of the reason I wouldn’t really be cool dating him. I don’t trust him to not cheat on me. Not to shit-talk him or anything, he’s a cool guy to have as a friend, I just wouldn’t go there with him y’know? Kinda feel bad for Sid in that sense.”
Randy nods. “Yeah, same here. Out of curiosity though…is there anyone you would go there with?”
Pink overtakes your face almost immediately, and Randy’s stomach sinks. Of course there’d be someone who you’d like.
‘But if it isn’t Billy and/or Stu, then who?’
“Yeah. Yeah I do. And you? Er, well, dumb question. I know you like Sid.” Randy could’ve sworn he heard disappointment in your voice, and it makes him jump on the defensive before he can even think.
“Correction, I used to like Sid. I got over it in high school, senior year.”
“Oh yeah, isn’t that around the time I came to Woodsboro?” You smirk, and your voice is light and teasing, clearly not being serious. But you know deep inside you’re hoping that is the reason, and that Randy is in fact secretly in love with you.
“What?! No! I- uh I, just, y’know, got over it! Nothing to do with you!” Randy sputters, and for second time that night, he gets a vibe of disappointment from you. You frown, eyes turning down briefly, before correcting yourself.
“Y-yeah. ‘Course it isn’t me, just pulling your chain, man.”
And it fucking kills him. That he can’t just grab you by the shoulders and shake you and scream in your face how bad he has it for you. That he just doesn’t have the balls. He remembers one time, back when Billy first started dating Sidney, where Stu had teased him about it.
“You lost, not just cause our Billy-boy’s a hunk, but because you don’t have the balls to step up your game!” Stu had laughed out cruelly. “You’ll never get the girl, man. Billy does, because he goes after what he wants. I do, because I know I can get what I want. But you? C’mon nerd, get over it. Sidney and you wasn’t gonna happen anyway, Billy or no Billy.”
It was a memory Randy abhorred. There was no doubt that there was tension in the friend group, and that Stu and Billy in general were those kinds of subtly toxic friends he should’ve cut loose a while ago, but kept due to nostalgia and the few good times between the cruelty. But that conversation in particular? That shit stung. And it’s those words cutting into his brain that cause the next words to tumble out of Randy’s mouth.
“Just kidding. Yeah, it was you.”
His shoulders stiffen and you mirror him. Fuck. Fuck. He shouldn’t have just said it like that. He had no idea if you actually liked him, or if it was just the residuals of the nice-guy syndrome he had gotten rid of in high school convincing him you do. But either way he was fucked, so fucked, absolutely and totally-
‘Not fucked?’
He thinks as you move forward to crash your lips onto his.
It’s everything he had been hoping for, and then some. Randy wastes no time in cupping your face, and you wrap your arms around his waist to press your chests together. The feeling of you opening your mouth for his tongue has him groaning, and he can taste the mixture of buttery popcorn and chocolatey Sno Caps from your movie night.
That movie night. Where Billy and Stu overconfidently thought they could snag a gem like you, and you turned them down. The thought that you did that to them, whilst opening yourself up to him?
It had Randy moving to push you back until your back made contact with the bed. Your lips moved together, tongues flicking and rubbing against each other, and groaning into one another’s mouth until you needed air and parted. You both pant, looking into each other’s eyes, and you give him a sexy smirk that made Randy think his dick would explode.
“I’ve wanted you for forever. Billy and Stu can go bite it.”
Those words had something snapping Randy. And before you could say more, he laces his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back and latching his lips to your neck.
“Yeah they can.” He says between kisses, bites, and sucks. “Those losers really thought they could take you from me?” You moan as he gives a harsh suck. “Fuuuuck that. You’re mine Y/N. You got it?”
You nod. This is a side of Randy you never thought he’d have. But you find yourself loving the possessiveness. You lace your fingers in his hair as he goes to remove your shirt and bra. The minute they leave your form, he pauses. Staring at your chest in near reverence, as a small ‘fuck’ leaves his lips. Strong hands move up to grasp at your chest, feeling and watching your reactions as he pinches your nipples. Randy breaths a little harder before speaking.
“These are.” He lowers his mouth to one tit, circling his tongue along your nipple before his hot breath cascades over them. “Mine.”
The way Randy’s hot mouth covers your nipple has your back arching in ecstasy. You can feel yourself dripping down to your ass, and you press your thighs together to get some relief. He moves his mouth back and forth between your left and right, sucking and licking, and then biting, until you were practically quivering as you moaned. It felt like heaven, but you knew where you really wanted Randy.
“R-Randy.” He pops off your breasts before looking up at you. “P- please. I need you, down…there.”
Randy lets out a little huff, before returning to your breasts.
“Be patient. I wanna take my time making you feel good. Buuut if you really need something there…”
His hands remove your bottoms, and deft fingers make their way to your cunt, drawing a curse out from Randy.
He pulled back to look, and like your chest, he took a moment to appreciate the sight before speaking up.
“God. Billy and Stu could only dream of this.” You moan at that, and Randy moves his fingers through your folds gently, collecting wetness.
“Fuck. You really wanted me this bad? You should’ve told me sooner.” He growled out, before pinching and rubbing your clit in slow torturous circles before returning to your chest. You cried out, steadily building the pleasure as you close your eyes and soak in both the feeling and Randy’s dirty talk.
You loved this. You wanted more of this side of Randy. You loved the nerdy, passionate side of him. You liked his shyness. But to see he was so ready to take and give in the bedroom? How he called you his, whilst disparaging your pushy friends? It drove you wild.
You came once, twice on his fingers and then his tongue. Randy wouldn’t let up, refused to fuck you until you were a mess. It was an hour and a half in, and he still hadn’t gotten his cock near you. You needed to change that. So you put your hands on his shoulders and pushed, causing him to look up. His eyes were half-lidded, drunk on your cunt and ownership of you, and you give him the sweetest smile before speaking
“Randy, I need you to fuck me.”
Not a second later were you face down, ass up. You moan when Randy spits on your cunt, rubbing his achingly hard cock on your before teasing just his tip in. You look back at him, and groan in annoyance. But all Randy does is smile.
“You.” He slaps your ass, garnering a squeak “Are mine. Not that wet-rag Stu’s and definitely not that rat-face Billy.” He growls out. “If I ever see them trying shit with you again. I’ll pulverize them.” You give a playful smile at the tough guy act, and Randy catches it before shrugging and gripping your hips. “Or at the very least."
"I’ll put a shit ton of late fees on their accounts.”
You throw your head back as he shoves himself in, his cock immediately rubbing against that spongy ridge inside of you that had you seeing stars. Randy’s pace is quick immediately, uncharacteristic of his usual attempts to be cool, and he grips and kneads your flesh as he pulls you back to him as he thrusts forwards.
The weight of a hand grips the back of your neck and pushes down, your face rubbing against the bed and allowing you to smell him on his sheets.
“God. God! Y/N you’re so- ngh- ah, so gorgeous. You wouldn’t believe how fucking good you look. How tight you are.” Randy pants out, his eyes trained on you and nothing but you.
“Say it. Say your mine. Say Billy and Stu can go fuck themselves. Tell me you’re never letting anyone but me touch you.”
“Yes! Fuuuck Randy I’m yours! I’m all yours! Billy and Stu are trash, and they could never compete with your cock!”
“Of course they can’t Not when you’re – ah – my personal, little, fuck toy.”
The steady build comes to a head the moment you start rubbing your clit at his words, pushing you over the edge just as Randy hits that spot inside you that had pleasure thrumming through you, and you scream his name in rapture. The way you push and pull around him, milking him for all he’s worth has him doing the same, cumming with a groan of your name, before collapsing onto you.
Your back and his chest were pressed together, sweat slicking you both, and you couldn’t care less. This is what you had wanted. Had craved. Billy and Stu were cute, sure, and it was flattering that they wanted you to be a part of…whatever it was they clearly had going on behind their girlfriends’ backs, but still. Randy was the whole package. Cute, nerdy, not a cheater, never gives off any bad vibes. Bad boys had their appeal as a teen, but as an adult what you really wanted was someone you could relax around and be yourself with.
‘Billy and Stu really did peak in high school.’ You thought in amusement, almost feeling bad for them. The weight of Randy rolling off of you brought you out of your thoughts, and you turn you head to look at his tired face. He looks back and smiles.
“Soooo. Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?”
You laugh, taking the throw pillow and playfully hitting him with it.
“Yes, you fucking nerd.”
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