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--Billy and Stu were on a disagreement, a playful one. Billy was being a jerk, so Stu decided to get a bit playful~--
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|Lee(s): Billy (Little bit of Stu)||Ler(s): Stu (Little bit of Billy)|
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AU: Dating/Cheating
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"Ok, that is absolutely wrong!" Billy said, flopping on Stu's couch. "Whatttt? Me? Wrong? I take that offensive~" Stu said, giggling. Stu walked out of the kitchen and placed a bowl full of popcorn on the table. "Good! Ya should! Because your brain is smooth... ✨️C L E A N.✨️" Billy said, snickering. Stu gasped playfully. "Brat! I am VERY smart!" "Four year old smart..." Billy muttered, looking away at the ground, smirking. "I heard that, y'know!" Stu smiled and raised an eyebrow, plopping right next to his boyfriend. "Oh nooo, you heard? Now I feel like a jerk~" Billy said in a teasy tone, looking at Stu with a raised eyebrow. "You are one..." Stu mumbled, picking up the TV remote. "Well..." Billy started to speak but paused upon realizing what Stu said. "Hey!! That's not nice~!" Bilky snickered. Stu looked at Billy and laughed. "Oh, and saying my brain is smooth IS?" Billy laid down on his back and looked up at Stu. "Yes, very much." Billy smirked smugly.
(HC: If Billy or Stu actually REALLY loved someone, the relationship would be fluffy and more silly and playful♥︎)
"You're a brat..." Stu chuckled and put the remote down on the end table. "Pff, says you!~" Billy chuckled and poked lightly around Stu's side. "Pfft-- Bihilly!!" Stu giggling slightly. "Yes, Stu?~," Billy teased, tickling Stu's side gently. "Naha!! No tihickles!!" Stu squealed and tried to push Billy's hand off. "Whyyyy? You know you love it~" "Shuhuhut up!!" "Tickle Tickle...~" "Bihilly!" "Oh, alright!" Billy chuckled and ceased his attack. "Little bihitch..." Stu chuckled and placed a hand on his head. "Yeah, yeah." Billy smiled smugly and checked his nails. "Ohoho... you little ass..." Stu chuckled a bit darkly as he repositioned himself so him and his body were facing Billy. He slipped his hands under Billy's arms and up to his armpits, pulling him so Billy was kinda laying on his lap. "Hey~" Stu smiled and looked innocent. "HiiIWAHH--"
Stu dug his fingers in Billy's armpits. Billy, being the stubborn little asshole he is, attempted to hold in his laughter. "D-Dirty mho-- mmph... moveee..." Billy covered his mouth as he squirmed slightly. "Yeah? What's wrong?~" Stu asked, lightly tickling Billy's pits. "It-- mmmhmhmhm..." Giggles slowly slipped out of Billy's mouth. "Should I change spots?~" "I don't knoooow...." Billy curled up a little, snickering a bit. "Yes?" Stu stopped for a second. "Whew... h-huh?" Billy looked up at the taller one. Stu slipped his hands out of Billy's pits and, without warning, SQUEEZED and lightly scratched at Billy's stomach. "BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STUUUU!!!" Billy SCREAMED and laughed like a madman. Billy kicked his feet and tried to pry his boyfriends hands off. "Wow! And I didn't even lift your shirt up~" Stu teased, poking in between Billy's ribs with one of his hands. "EEE-- NOHOHOHOHO!! YOU AHAHAHAHAHASSHOLE!!!" Billy curled up, still kicking his feet. "Me? Asshole? Oh, you're just ASKING for it~" "AHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAT!!" Billy squealed, making Stu giggle. "Ohhhh, yes you are!~" Stu chuckled, lifting up Billy's shirt a little and circling around Bill's button. "NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!! OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD!! STU!!!" Billy screeched and laughed like CRAZY which only made Stu grin. "Oooh! Did I find a tickle spot?~ Yeah?~ Is your wittle button a spot?~ Yeah?~" Stu said in a mocking baby voice. Billy started to blush a deep red. He could FEEL the heat. "STUHUHUHU!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE I-- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Billy squeaked as tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. "Are you done being an ass?" "YEHEHEHEHES!! I'M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! OH-- OH MY GAD!!"
Stu chuckled and stopped tickling him. Billy let out breathless giggles as he curled in a ball. Stu smiled and wrapped his arms around Billy's waist, moving him closer so Billy was sitting on Stu's lap. "Heh... goofball..." Billy chuckled and placed his hands on Stu's. "I love you too~" Stu nuzzled and kissed Billy's neck. "Mmmmhmhmhmmm... yeah, yeah..."
♡~End~♡
What's a little murder without homoeroticism, and what's a little homoeroticism without murder?
Stu Matcher/GN Reader/Billy Loomis
☞. . . Look I know this fay was supposed to be for mams and sol, but I think billy and stu fit a lot better. Can be interpreted as a dick or strap. I also incorporated some of ghostfaces lines from the movie!
If looks could kill, you’d be dead where you stand. You know Billy doesn’t mean it, but the sentiment is there and it’s clear. He’s tied to the chair he sits in, one you pulled over from the dining table. Stu, on the other hand, is radiating a sick sense of satisfaction. After all, it’s not every day he gets special treatment, even if it’s at the expense of one of his partners. The energy of the room is cut in half, and you’re standing in the middle of it.
Stu lays back against the couch cushions, his sweater bunching up his stomach, pooling below his ribcage. Your fingers make work of his insides, stretching him open and wide. “Mmph, y-you don’t know what you’re missin, dude,” he sighs with a wiggle of his hips.
“I do, that’s why I’m fuckin pissed.” Billy spits, flexing his hands in his binds.
You roll your eyes, pulling all three fingers out of Stu and wiping your hands off on your spare towel. “You know, it’s funny, I think I hear a little brat trying to complain.”
Billy shuts up, though the scowl still remains. You grab the bottle of lube from your little box of goodies at the foot of the couch, slicking yourself up. “Keep watching, Billy, this is how good boys get rewarded.” You guide yourself up to Stu’s hole, pressing the blunt tip of your cock in. The rest follows in easily, until you’ve bottomed out and Stu is groaning. Billy watches, envy in his face and a tent in his pants. “You know, because you’re a good boy—“ you lean over, jostling inside of him as you reach in the box. Stu moans at the realization of what’s in your hands. Billy nearly chokes, eyes going wide. “I think you deserve another reward.”
You pull the mask, their mask, over your head, fastening it onto your face. “Th-that’s not fair! You can’t just do that without me! You know how much I wanted that!” Billy’s getting red in the face, tugging on the bones almost violently. Stu grins wide, toes curling in anticipation. They’ve begged before, for you to don their gear and fuck them in it, but you’d always pushed it off. Until now. Billy’s screaming now, begging, pleading, desperation clear in his voice. “It’s not fair!”
You click the little button on the side of the mask, activating the voice modifier. “You poor thing.”
Stu shivers, that ghostly mask staring back at him as you begin thrusting, bending his legs up to his chest. Little punched out ‘uhn’s are forced from his throat, his eyes wide and pupils blown. You tilt your head, just the way you know they’ve seen in their horror movies, and slide your hand up to Stu’s throat. He reacts beautifully, clenching tight around you and moaning in pure anticipation of the force behind your fingers.
Billy’s still trashing, tugging at the ropes and mindlessly pleading. “I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want, j-just untie me,”
Those soulless eyes of the mask turn and lock with Billy’s, the husky crackling voice taking back in your words. “What will you do when you break free? Forcefully take his place? Fuck yourself on my cock? I can’t take you seriously when you're acting like a bitch in heat.”
Billy whimpers of all things, finally slumping back in his chair. You turn your attention back on Stu, squeezing tight around his neck the same moment you thrust in. His eyelids flutter, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. “That’s it, choke for me, pretty boy.” It gives you a power rush, playing the role of the ruthless Ghostface, having the familiar voice express your words. Your boys were always enamored with your willingness to play rough, but this is just the icing on the cake. Now, if only one of them could ever learn to play nice.
Billy’s eyes flicker intensely over the both of you, from your masked face, down your naked chest, to your cock sinking into Stu, then to Stu’s leaking cock, to his bunched sweater, to your hand wringing his neck. Billy’s pouting, shoulders slumped. He wants to play too, he wants to see what Stu sees.
Stu’s getting louder, panting heavier, gasping in breaths of air. His stomach tightens, toes curling. He’s teetering on the edge, ever so close to that satisfying abyss. This is his reward, after all, you won’t withhold his pleasure. You grab his cock, pumping roughly. He comes quick after that, streaking his stomach and sweater white.
Billy’s defeated, frustrated tears pricking his eyes. “What do you think, Stu? Should we let him out now?” You pat the side of his face, drawing his attention. Stu blinks, coming down from his high. “Yeah,” he breathes, resting his head on his elbow, still reclined on the couch. You pull out of him, a low chuckle cackling from the voice modifier.
“You hear that, billy-boy? It’s your lucky day.” There’s a switchblade in the box, and you flick it open with a thwip. Billy licks his lips at the sight, following the gleaming edge of the blade. You cut him free, pulling him up by his hair. He hisses, clenching his teeth shut. “Be a good boy, now,” you’ve long since closed the blade, but it still makes him shiver when the cold blunt edge of the handle presses against his back. “Or I’ll gut you like a fish.”