Bro I Hate Those Mfs Who Are Like Your Favorite Slasher Would Actually Kill You Ummm No Im Built Different.

bro i hate those mfs who are like “your favorite slasher would actually kill you” ummm no i’m built different. he would never do that to me.

curtain call

Poly!Ghostface x Theatre Kid!Fem!Reader

the ghosty boys sneak backstage to wish the reader good luck before the show starts

i was a theatre kid for a solid 5 years and that is something that i will never escape

You loved your boys, you really did. It was just that sometimes they could be... a bit much. This was one of those times.

"Okay, one, how did you two dummies get back here; and two, Stu why did you bring me a bouquet of flowers before the show starts? That's typically done after the performance."

Billy and Stu had somehow managed to sneak backstage an hour before the show, getting your attention by grabbing you as you walked past the janitor's closet where they had waited. "We just wanted to wish you good luck, baby." Billy had his arms around your waist, your back to his chest as Stu stood in front of you, caging you in.

"Yeah, we can't be supportive boyfriends?" Stu said, but Billy's lips ghosting along your neck and Stu's hands wandering along your body told a different story.

"You guys are going to get yourselves in trouble, and then you're going to get me in trouble. Let me get back out there so I can finish getting ready." You huffed, but made no efforts to move either of them away from you.

Billy placed gentle kisses along the side of your neck, his hands rubbing your hips, "come on, you've got an hour and a half until the show starts. We promise we won't to get caught, we're good at that kind of thing."

You attempt to keep your voice level and stern, despite the way you leaned into his touch, "I need to go get ready, and if I go out there looking like I just fucked someone, then someone's probably gonna realize that I just fucked someone."

Stu's hands moved under your shirt as he crowded further into you, his voice low as he said, "then we're just gonna have to clean you up before you leave."

You opened your mouth to protest, but instead a soft moan slipped out as one of Billy's hands left your hip to dip below the band of your sweatpants. "See, you don't really want us to go now, do you?"

Your voice caught in your throat as you felt his fingers drag over you through your underwear; Stu's hands moving under your shirt to cup your breasts. "N-no, I don't."

"That's a good girl," Billy's voice whispering in your ear made you shudder as Stu's leaned in for a kiss. His warm and sweet breath fanned over your face as he left a bruising kiss on your lips, tongue brushing over your bottom lip softly. You opened your mouth to him, gasping into his mouth as you felt Billy's fingers press against your clit through your underwear, beginning to rub you in soft, fast circles.

Both of them moved their heads back so that Stu could remove your shirt, immediately moving back in once it was gone, discarded on the dirty linoleum floor. Stu pulled your bra down enough for your breasts to pop out above the cups, leaning down and wrapping his lips around one while his hand continued to work on the other.

You let out a soft moan as Billy's hands moved beneath your underwear. He ran a finger along your folds before finding your clit again and continuing his previous actions. "Shhh," he reached around with his other hands, using it to cover your mouth, "thought you didn't wanna get caught."

Stu had moved his mouth to your other breast, pulling back to speak to Billy, his eyes fixed on your face as he did, his voice low, "little slut probably wants to get caught." He pushed your sweatpants down. His hand joined Billy's, running through your folds and feeling how wet your were before sliding to fingers into your entrance. "God, dude, they're so fuckin wet." His fingers pumped in and out of you as he leaned his head down to meet your eyes, "you like the idea of getting caught, don't you?"

Billy spoke up behind you, his hand rubbing in fast and harsh circle over your clit, "of course they do Stu. Probably wants everyone to know what a whore they are for us. You'd like that wouldn't you?" You let out a moan, glad that Billy's hand was over your mouth to muffle the sounds that you made.

You could feel yourself getting closer, your legs beginning to shake as you grinned down onto their hands, desperate for release. Luckily for you, the boys were feeling nice, their hands becoming rougher as you felt yourself falling over the edge. You let out a long groan, muffled by Billy's hand, as your legs seemed to give out beneath you. You were glad that they were holding you up, or else you would've collapsed to the ground.

They kept going through your orgasm, only stopping when you moved to grab their wrists, "enough, I- it's too much." You had collapsed into Billy's chest, watching with hooded eyes as the boys listen their fingers to each other to clean off. They were still pressed against you and you could feel their erections pressing against your stomach and back, "what about you guys?"

Stu held your chin with his thumb and forefinger, smiling down at you with mischief in his eyes, "oh, we're alright. We just wanted to wish you good luck before the show."

Billy's breath was warm against your ear as he spoke next, "yeah. Beside's we've got a gift for you. A little congratulations for a job well done." Your breath caught in your throat at this as Stu stuck his tongue out at you.

You watched as Stu opened the door slightly and peaked out to see if anyone was coming, letting Billy know that it was clear to go. They gave you gentle kisses as they rushed out. As they were leaving down the hall, Stu turned around and called out, "break a leg baby!"

Billy hit him on the back of the head, telling him to shut up as they rounded a corner that would lead them back outside. You let out a shaky breath. If that's what they'd had planned for before the show, then what planned for after? You weren't sure you'd be able to focus on the performance with their words running through your head.

You heard one of your friends calling out to you, "Y/N! Where the hell did you disappear to?" She came over to you, grabbing your hand to lead you to the dressing rooms. She ignored the bouquet in your hand, figuring that there was really only one place that it could've come from.

As you plopped yourself in front of one of the mirrors, your thoughts couldn't help but wander to your boys, waiting to enter the auditorium so that they could see you perform. The thought put a smile on your face as you did your stage makeup. You didn't even realize that you had been smiling to yourself until the other girls in the dressing room started teasing you for it, making kissy faces and asking if you were smiling over your "lover boys."

Your friend who had been the one to find you earlier spoke up, "it has to be their boys. They snuck away to meet them a bit ago, probably got up to something. Didn't you Y/N?"

You joined in on the laughter, throwing your bunched up leotard at her, mumbling "shut up" under your breath.

She tossed the leotard back at you so that you could get into costume as the stage manager knocked before sticking her head in. She said, "10 minutes," before shutting the door to move onto the next dressing room. You rushed to get reader, cursing when your fishnets caught on your foot, before heading out the door with the others.

You stood in the wings, excited and nervous as always, as the Chicago overture played and the curtains were pulled back. You got into position, running over the choreography in your head as the overture ended and the band began playing All That Jazz.

It was show time, and you loved to perform, but there was a not so small part of you that couldn't wait for curtain call.

[18+] Voulez-Vous ; Monty

this is really bad but whatever merry toyotathon - your favorite whore

warnings: afab reader, oviposition, otome is literally from the midwest and can’t speak french

The stupidity - or rather, sheer audacity - of the parts and service team never ceased to amaze you. You couldn’t understand how the worst of the troublemakers still had a job after all the stunts they’ve pulled at the company’s expense. But this… No, this had to be too far.

“You fucking idiots,” You raised a threatening hand and gestured over the culprits. “Are gonna be lucky if you still get called into work tomorrow! Do you know how many complaints we’ve already gotten? God forbid someone got hurt!”

One of the group, a high schooler, had the decency to look ashamed while he apologized, “We’re sorry ma’am. We didn’t mean for Monty to get angry.”

You clicked your tongue, “Why wouldn’t he get angry? You lot treat them like science projects!”

“We wanted to make him a little more… gator-like. Even you can admit he looks a little silly as is.” A smirk spread across an older fella’s lips. A low chuckle came from all but the teen with the words, “Maybe the girls will finally start liking him.”

“Okay, you know what-” A loud crash echoed from your watch, and you hurriedly flipped through the cameras to find its source. You huffed, “All of you get the fuck out of here, and pray you’ve got a job tomorrow.” 

The adults rolled their eyes, walking towards their breakroom. You grabbed the kid by the arm, “I better not catch you pulling stunts like this again.”

The kid jumped but ultimately looked relieved, “No ma’am. I promise I won’t mess around with the animatronics anymore.”

“Good,” You checked your cameras again, only to find that Monty’s had since disconnected. “Can you tell me what exactly you did to Monty?”

His face went red, eyes blown out as he avoided your gaze. He fidgeted for a moment before asking you to lean in. 

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