So U Write Smut, Fluff, Out Angst?

So u write smut, fluff, out angst?

I write fluff and angst. I’m just not comfortable with smut, sorry.

Billy Loomis x Reader (HC)

shy & soft s/o that knows he’s ghostface.

okay this is my first time writing for billy- im sorry if he’s ooc! but i also have my own version of him so i guess he will be ooc sometimes. anyways- i hope ya’ll enjoy! feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

(my versions: stu is not a killer, it’s only billy) 

Not proof read.

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House Hunting

So I kept losing my original post and because this got way longer than I expected, I think it needs its own list.

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you’ve had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Warnings: Big ol’ age gap, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, violence, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17 P18 P19 P20 P21 P22

Drabbles

Afternoon Delight.

Epilogue

Status: Completed!!!

sequel

Poly!Ghostface x Reader

kinda combining two requests w this one

warnings: mentions of sex, descriptions of murder, character death

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. They were supposed to lure you in, make you trust them, and then take your precious little life. You would be their perfect victim, the star of their sequel.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Neither of them could quite place the shift, but somewhere along the line, they had stopped pretending with you. Naturally, they each placed the blame on each other. Stu swore that Billy went soft, Billy said that Stu was pussy-whipped.

The reality was though, that things were going to plan. Just not their own.

You'd had your eyes on them for a while now, almost a full year. They were just so perfect, so clueless, so easy to trick.

It hadn't been hard to get them, you just had to let them lead, or at least think that they were leading. You knew what they were, and you knew that you could make them think that you were something entirely different.

It was quite simple, really. You placed yourself precariously in their line of fire, let them approach you first, let them feel in control in the bedroom. You played your part quite well, all things considered.

Then, you let a small part of the curtain shift back. Not enough to show your true intentions, but enough to let them know that you were more like them than they had initially thought. After that, you knew that you had them right where you wanted them. They were head over heels for you.

Suddenly, they became far more gentle in bed, a glimmer began to appear in their foolish eyes when they spoke about 'forever'. You couldn't have been happier really. You had two beautiful boys completely under your spell, and soon you would get to know the greatest pleasure that there was to know.

You thought almost constantly about the final day. How would it feel, their blood spilling over your soft hands? Would they scream, beg, plead for their lives? You found yourself stuck between wanting to be merciful and quick and wanting to drag it out, wanting to hear them cry for mercy that would not come.

You wondered if Billy would cry for his mother in his final moments, what a laugh that would be.

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When the day arrived you were beside yourself with joy. The boys thought that they were coming over only to celebrate your year anniversary together, little did they know.

It was one in the morning when the two of them finally fell asleep. Passed out, half-dressed in your bed, they looked so at peace. You crawled from between them, ecstatic to close their eyes one last time.

Billy was the first to go. You lured him, bleary-eyed and half-awake into the kitchen while Stu snored obnoxiously in bed. You'd promised him hot chocolate, "but I only have two packets left, so we have to get it without waking Stu up."

It was easier than you thought it would be. It took nothing at all to keep him busy with making the hot chocolate, to sneak over and grab a knife, to slip behind him and press the blade to his throat. He thought nothing of it at first, thinking only that this was some game that you were playing, switching roles on him, and he turned to face you. That was when you plunged the knife into his bare stomach to the hilt and twisted.

He cried out in pain and you laughed, showing him the first- and last- genuine smile that he would ever see from you. You watched as he doubled over in pain, driving the knife into his upper back, twisting again.

Once you had him on the floor, you straddled his back, and grabbing him by his hair, you delivered the killing blow. Bringing the knife back down, you drew it across his throat.

Standing, you kicked him onto his back and your face twisted into a wide grin as his lifeless eyes stared up at you, his jaw slack, blood pooling around his corpse.

Your head snapped up as you heard movement from the other room. Stu. You'd almost forgotten him.

Wiping the blood off of your knife, you made your way to the bedroom, where Stu lay sprawled across the bed, still fast asleep.

Walking over, you gently shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"What is it, baby?" His voice came out hushed and mumbling, and you wasted no time in driving the knife deep into his shoulder.

His cries of pain were even sweeter than Billy's had been, and you chose to drag this one out, shushing him as he began to beg for you not to do this. "Please be quiet, I don't want to slip," you hushed as you peeled a spot of flesh from his stomach.

He died slower than Billy, and you had no doubt in your mind that soon one of your nosy neighbors would call the cops, so you were quick to get to work.

Setting up the Ghostface mask by your open window, you turned the knife on yourself, cutting up your arms and leaving a shallow stab in your abdomen. Taking rope, you made it look like you'd been tied up in the kitchen, forced to watch your poor boyfriend die as you struggled free from your restraints.

Then you cleaned your fingerprints off of the knife, and you ran. You ran out the front door and onto the street that your apartment opened onto, screaming bloody murder.

"Help, please, somebody help. He killed them, god please."

Now, this was a sequel.

Could I get a Castiel x Fem!Reader fic where she’s a total badass, and kind of like, hates angels, but Cas proves to her that they’re not all bad. Just some angsty stuff with a fluffy ending? Please and thank you.

I love this!! I’ll tag you when it’s up!!

Can we get poly!ghost face with billy being tied up well stu fucks the reader infront of him?

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GOD yes you can babe. So I went a bit hard here hehe, kinda trying to make up for my relative absence the past 5 days.

TW: NSFW

Hands Free - poly!Ghostface x GN!afab!Reader:

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Billy was beginning to regret agreeing to this.

Fingers clench and unclench, his arms tied behind him and around the back of the chair he sat in as dark eyes bore into the scene before him.

You and Stu were beautiful together melding into one, lips and tongue and hands roaming one each other in a dance of worship. His eyes lock on to Stu's briefly, a haughty smirk appearing on the blond, before he gazes down towards himself. Billy's eyes follow and his breath hitches. Stu's cock was achingly hard, and it mirrored his own. The difference being that Stu could touch his and Billy couldn't.

Brown eyes shift to you, and drool pools in Billy's mouth as he glimpses your wetness. Dripping and oh so ready for Stu. He feels himself throb painfully against his jeans and he curses internally.

Stu's lips on your neck resulted in you turning your heads towards your shared boyfriend, and you lick your lips at the frustration evident in his face.

"You good there, Billy?" you ask breathlessly, the teasing undertone in your voice not going unnoticed by the man currently trailing his lips and tongue along your chest now. Stu raises his head to look over at the brunette and gives a toothy grin.

"Yeah, you okay there babe?"

Billy scoffs, desperately trying to mask the strain in his voice before speaking.

"Never better. But I'd be much happier if they'd have your cock in their mouth already."

You and Stu pause briefly before locking eyes with one another and letting out matching laughs. Billy's hands clenched for what felt like the umpteenth time since this started, blunt nails undoubtedly digging crescent circles into his palms, and redness beginning to creep up his neck.

"Aaaw, how cute!" You tease between giggles, moaning as you feel the head of Stu's cocks prod at your clit before dipping down towards your entrance.

"Poor Billy-boy thinks he's still in control here." Stu practically guffaws, wiping a fake tear off his face before lowering his voice.

"Well I've got news for you, man." Stu groans out as he finally slips inside of you. He lowers himself down onto his elbows, hovering his lips over yours and giving you a small smile and kiss, before looking over towards Billy and sticking his tongue out mockingly.

"Right now, you're our bitch."

And that's all he says before he slides himself straight to the hilt within you. Both you and Billy gasp in tandem, you at the delicious stretch and him at the sight and Stu's words. In a split second, Stu begins a brutal pace, the sound of skin meeting skin sounding out in the air.

The angle was perfect, his knowledge of your body in full display. He had practice after all, years worth of the three of you exploring one another. One of his large hands gripped your hips like a vice, the other sliding over to rub at your clit with even pressure.

"Ah! F-fuck baby!" You throw your head back, and Stu hums as he looks down at you. You looked beautiful filled to the brim with him. He loved seeing you like this. Loved it even more when Billy watches him do it. A shudder skirts down his spine as he remembers his audience once again.

"Yeah! Mmm, yeah, that's right. Show Billy how good I fuck you babe...shit!" Stu pants out, the feeling of your heat clenching around him becoming almost too much too soon.

Over across the bed, the opposite was true. Billy was sweating, the frustration at being unable to join or touch himself finally coming to a head. His jeans felt too tight, his shirt too sticky against his now damp skin, and his greased hair made the nape of his neck itch. He wiggles against his restraints, half in hope of the bindings magically releasing themselves, and half in a near ravenous desire for friction.

He watches as you reach up and pull Stu down into a sloppy kiss, both of you groaning in rapture. Praise pours out from both your mouths for one another, ignoring Billy altogether now, and Billy's mind blazes with all possibilities of revenge as he seethes at being so casually disregarded. His cock jumps at the thought.

He wanted to be Stu, driving and and out of your dripping cunt, hands enclosed around your waist and nails digging roughly into your skin as he piledrives into you. He wanted to be you, wanted Stu's large cock hitting his prostate over and over as he scratches down the tall blond's arms the way you were right now.

Fuck.

When you cum, he can physically see how good of an orgasm it is. The muscles of your abdomen clench, attempting to tighten your body into a ball, and your eyes roll back. The arch your back once your muscles released had Billy thrusting up into air, and he groans along with you. His cock had shifted in his pants, in a way that had it pressed against his zipper through his boxers, putting pressure against the underside. And if Billy canted his hips left just so, the head rubbed deliciously against it.

He couldn't help it any longer, previous embarrassment forgotten as he rutted against his own pants desperately. He watches as Stu fucks you through your orgasm, pink lips slightly parted as he watches you come undone beneath him. Stu bites his lips before smiling, turning his head towards Billy. He lets out a breathless laugh at the state of the brunette, watching the desperation in his restricted movements.

"Lookin' a bit outta your zone there, buddy." he pants, continuing thrusting in and out of you "Can't say I feel bad for you though. This is tit for tat. For all the times-" He grunts as he gives particularly hard thrust "-that you treated me like your bitch."

Billy groans, unable to look away as Stu tilts his head back and releases inside of you, blissful grin stretching his lips too wide. Billy could imagine what Stu was feeling - tightness of your cunt that happens after orgasm, the aftershock clenches and pull at his cock - and it's with one more desperate thrust and a whine that Billy releases into his pants.

You both turn your head once again to lay your eyes on your lover, and affectionate smiles paint your face as you watch Billy's hips cant upwards, his head tilting as far back against the chair that it could go. A sense of satisfaction settles within you, pleased that you and Stu were able to make Billy cum hands free for the first time. That had been the goal here after all, Stu's idea to tie Billy's hands behind the chair - "To resist temptation!" he had sworn - was just the icing on the proverbial cake.

Once Billy's hands were untied, you both received the silent treatment as your lover ignores you two in favor of heading to the bathroom. You bite back a cocky smile, but Stu doesn't bother to hold back his. He turns to you.

"Think he'll stay mad the rest of the day?"

You scoff "Try the rest of the week. You know we're so gonna get it, right?"

Stu hums before slinging his arm over your shoulders and steering you towards the bathroom - both to clean-up and probably beg Billy for mercy.

"Worth it."