It's A Scream: DILF Edition

by redwolfehunter

Summary:

An anthology series of DILF Stu Macher & Billy Loomis x Reader Inserts

Notes:

Chapter 1 is out and about, and i hope it's steamy enough lol. Multiple chapters coming soon

Chapter 1: Stu x Reader

Having children was a gift, really. Having children with a woman you loved was a dream. Having a young nanny to help take care of the kids? Now that was something else. 

 

Stu Macher really had it all. His best friend pointed it out frequently. It was too bad he couldn't have the one thing he really, really wanted. No. No, the nanny was too good of a person to make him the happiest man in the world. It really was a shame, because he really did love his wife. 

 

He'd really miss her. 

 

He had taken the kids, with the nanny, to the movies, claiming his wife needed the time to herself to relax. He kissed her goodbye, told her he loved her, and successfully secured his alibi. It really was a shame that someone would choose them to rob. It really was a shame that she had to be home, and that she wouldn't make it out. 

 

Arriving home to the scene, he pulled out his finest acting skills. He'd been worried he was a little rusty, it had been since high school that he had attempted anything like this, after all. But he had loved his wife, and seeing her gutted was a real shame. The cry of anguish he let out seeing her had almost convinced himself, so he knew he would have everyone else wrapped around his finger. 

 

The police had questioned him and the darling nanny, Y/N. You were easily able to corroborate his story, as was the movie theater. The easy part was over, now it was the hardest part. 

 

Waiting. 

 

He couldn't immediately make his move on you. No, he had to take his time, play the part of grieving husband. He did feel bad that his children lost their mother, but he knew you were a perfect substitution. Which is why he had to be careful, calculated. He couldn't risk scaring you off.

 

He eased you into it. Lingering glances, standing a little too closely, being more helpful than he had been previously. Every time, you smiled appreciatively, or had that darling little blush creeping across your cheeks, and he knew he was getting closer. 

 

Stu had never been known for his patience. 

 

It had been a little over a month since the murder and robbery, and you still felt devastated for the kids, and for Stu. You'd been the nanny for the Machers for a little under a year, and you always liked them both. You knew Stu better, as he often worked from his home office, but you liked his wife. She didn't deserve what had happened to her. 

 

You were getting breakfast ready for the kids, reaching for the current favorite cereal, but it seemed just out of your reach. You were on your tiptoes, stretching as far as you could, when you felt an increasingly familiar warmth across your back. 

 

“Here, I'll grab it.” Stu's voice sounded light, playful, as he reached past you. He pulled the box down, barely moving back from you when you turned to look up at him. You blushed at his closeness, your hands clutching the box.

 

“Thanks! I don't remember putting it up so high.” You tried to laugh it off, but you weren't as naive as you seemed. You were sure he had moved the cereal. This was not the first time it had happened. 

 

“Any time, doll. Let me know if you need help with anything else.” He gave you an almost boyish smile before turning and interacting with his children. 

 

Your ridiculous, inappropriate crush on Stu Macher had you imagining things. You wanted him to like you the way you liked him, and the way he was pranking you and teasing you was starting to mess with your mind. He was handsome, and goofy, and a fucking widow . You could not make a move on him.

 

With the kids now on the bus, off on their way to school, you cleaned the dishes from breakfast. You had to pull yourself together. You were imagining things. You were imagining the way his gaze would linger on yours, or the way it looked like he wanted to devour you sometimes. You were looking too deeply into the tricks he would play, or the way he would be overly helpful with the small tasks. 

 

You had to stop flirting with a man you couldn't have. It was wrong. You had to stop wearing low-cut shirts, or slightly too-short skirts. Just like you were wearing today. When Mrs. Macher had been around, she would tell you you looked nice, and you would come up with some excuse for dressing as you had. Just because, a date later that day, going to a concert…you'd used them all. But really, it was always because you hoped Stu thought you looked good. You had to stop. Tomorrow, you would stop.

 

“You've been washing that bowl for five minutes.” You startled, gasping at how close his voice was. You couldn't turn around, his hands carefully cradling your hips. You felt like your skin would burst into flames from the blush you felt. “The kids gone?”

 

“Yep.” Your answer was short, clipped, your voice almost drowned out by the sound of the running water. He hummed, stepping even closer to you, officially pinning you between him and the sink. One of his hands strayed, playing with the hem of your skirt. 

 

“You wear this for me?” You couldn't answer, your heart stopping up your throat. Was this really happening? It couldn't be. You felt the scratch of his stubble run along your neck to your ear. You could feel his breath as he spoke. “Just kidding. I know you did.”

 

“I…I can explain-”

 

“No need, sweets.” He chuckled, and your skin tingled at the feeling of his fingers tracing along your thigh. Oh. Oh god. His fingers ran along your panties, pressing the damp cloth into your clitoris. “All this for me?”

 

“Yes.” You breathed, body trembling under his touch. This couldn't be happening. Now, his hand had slipped into your panties, and you whined at the feeling of his fingers directly coming in contact with your sensitive bud. 

 

“Dirty girl, letting me touch you like this while you do the dishes.” He teased, his lips trailing along your cheek to your neck and back. His fingers continued lower, one slipping into you. He chuckled as you bucked your hips subconsciously. His other hand left your hip, slipping into your shirt to grab at your breast. “Want me to keep going?”

 

“Please.” Another chuckle, and he seemed to take pity on you, slipping another finger into you. The stretch of two of his fingers was better than the stretch of your own, making you whimper. 

 

“You're too cute.” He cooed, pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly. He curled them inside you, seeking out that spongy spot. His thumb pressed slow circles into your clit, and you struggled to hold back your moans. “Be as loud as you want, baby doll.”

 

You still tried to keep yourself at least a little under control, even though he was making it increasingly more difficult. His hand was kneading your breast roughly, his fingers dipping into your bra to tug at your nipple. You struggled not to buck your hips into his hand as he drove you higher and higher to that peak. He pressed his hips into your ass, and you could feel how hard and big he was. Your pussy clenched around his fingers at the thought of him splitting you open. 

 

“Oh? You want my cock?” You nodded furiously, and he slipped his fingers from inside you. Instead, he rubbed your clit harshly, forcing you to choke on a moan. “Be a good girl and cum for me, and I'll give it to you.”

 

He didn't have to tell you twice. Your body shuddered as you came, clenching around nothing. You whined, Stu still rubbing your clit, although it was slower now. Your hips jolted at the overstimulation. He chuckled against your neck, both of his hands leaving you. He brought his fingers, coated with you , to your lips, forcing them into your mouth. You hummed, sucking on them as you enjoyed your brief reprieve. The sound of his zipper made your skin tingle.

“Good girl.” He cooed, rutting his hips into your ass. He took his fingers from your mouth, and soon you found them tugging your panties to the side. He simply ran the head of his cock along your folds for a moment before slowly pressing into you. “ My good girl.”

Chapter 2: Billy x Reader

Notes:

Here's the first Billy chapter! More to come (lol)

You met your best friend when you were fifteen, and you'd suffered the biggest crush on her father since you met him just a few months later. Billy Loomis was a handsome son of a bitch, and your crush was unbelievably inappropriate. Lucky for you, you didn't see him as much since her parents divorced. You normally hung out at her mom's place, but when you happened upon her dad's weekends…

 

As you got older, you tried harder to suppress the crush you harbored. You attempted to date, but all the guys your age were so bland . Billy was mysterious, intriguing, funny, and, to top it all off, the ultimate bad boy. He was practically a legend in Woodsboro. How could you not be into him?

 

You were at the hot bastard's house for your friend's birthday party, mingling in the large backyard. You'd done a shot with her at her request, but otherwise had been nursing the same mixed drink for at least an hour. If you drank too much, you ran the risk of flirting, and there was only one man there that caught your eye. You could not let your best friend know you were crushing on her dad. 

 

“Do you need something else?” His voice made your stomach flip, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You looked at your cup and then back to him, shaking your head.

 

“Oh, no, I'm good. Thanks, Mr. Loomis.” He scoffed at your formality. 

 

“Y/N, you know you can just call me Billy.” The reminder, which you'd received multiple times, made your blush grow. You knew you could, and you had only occasion, but you worried about letting yourself cross a line. 

 

“Right. Billy.” You smiled shyly, taking a sip from your drink. He watched you for a moment, and you fidgeted under his intense gaze. That was something you loved, how intense his eyes were. No matter what, it was like he could see you down to your very core. It was…beautiful. He was beautiful. 

 

“Follow me. I wanna get your opinion on something.” He smirked, jerking his head towards the house. Swallowing hard, all you could do was nod before following. 

 

Your mind was racing. Of course, he probably just had a necklace or some other gift for his daughter that he wanted a second opinion on. But you couldn't help but swoon at the idea of any amount of alone time with the older man. He led you past a few other party goers that were inside, none paying attention to you as you followed him up the stairs. Sure. He would have the gift in his room. Safe keeping. She wouldn't go in there to snoop around. Stood in the middle of his room, you couldn't help but take in every single detail around you, almost missing the click of the lock when he shut the door. 

 

“What, uh, did you-” You turned to face him, immediately finding his lips on yours. Your eyes were wide, and you didn't think you were breathing. Billy Loomis, your best friend's father, was kissing you. 

 

And god, it was fantastic. 

 

“I know about your crush on me.” He barely pulled back from your lips, his eyes watching you closely. He had that sexy smirk of his playing at his lips as he watched your mouth open and close, desperate for an answer or an excuse to come to mind. “It's cute. I won't tell on you.”

 

“Thank you.” It was the only thing you could think to say. You did not want to lose your friendship. One of his hands cupped your cheek, his thumb smoothing over your skin.

 

“Are you willing to show me just how much you've wanted me?” Your mouth was dry, but you nodded dumbly. “Get on your knees for me, sweet thing.”

 

“Yes, sir.” Your response slipped out before your brain could catch up, and you didn't miss the flash of hunger in his eyes as you did as you were told. Once on your knees, you didn't hesitate to undo his dark jeans, knowing exactly what he wanted. 

 

You wasted no time in releasing him from the confines of his jeans and boxers, holding him in one hand. Just looking at the size of him half hard, your mouth was watering. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the tip before licking along the entire length of his cock. You teased your tongue along the slit, and soon one of his hands found its way into your hair. A sharp tug had your attention turning to his face, a soft whine escaping your lips. 

 

“Good girls don't tease. Be a good girl for me.” You wanted nothing more than to be a good girl for him in this moment. 

 

With your hand gripping the base of his shaft, you took him as far into your mouth as you could without gagging. Bobbing your head, you started with a slow pace, working more and more of him into your mouth until he was bumping the back of your throat. You did gag, but you didn't stop. You pulled back, sucking on the head harshly before taking all of him again.

 

“Fuck, that's it. Look so good with my cock in your mouth, doll.” He groaned, his hips thrusting slightly, gagging you. It didn't deter him, making a moan fall from him. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

 

It wasn't really a request. He was going to do it, you were sure, even if you didn't want it. And honestly? That shouldn't have been as hot as it was. 

 

His other hand joined your hair, both if his hands holding you in place as his hips found a rhythm they were comfortable with. You dropped your hand, resting both in your lap. You trained your eyes on his face, watching his head tip back in please. Your eyes studied the way his teeth worried his lower lip, the way his eyebrows creased, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. It almost distracted you, until you were gagging again. 

 

“Good girl, Y/N. Being such a good fucking girl for me.” His voice was gruff, and his eyes met yours. He was smirking, his lip sliding through his teeth. You don't think you'd ever been so turned on in your life. “I'm gonna cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow.”

 

You'd sure do your damnedest. It only took a few more thrusts on his hips until he was pushed as far into your mouth as he could get, spilling his seed directly down your throat. Your eyes were teared up, and you were focusing on your breathing as much as you could while swallowing as fast as you could. When he pulled out, you coughed, breathing in harshly. His hands left your hair, his thumbs gently wiping the tears from your face. You couldn't stop looking at that gorgeous smirk.

 

“Good job, sweets. Now, do me another favor and get your clothes off.”

Notes:

Please comment if this is good! I have more chapters planned but am insecure lmao

Chapter 3: Stu x Reader x Billy

Notes:

Stepdad/daddy kink warning. Idk if that needs a warning but heyo

Stu Macher met your mother a few months after you'd graduated high school. If you were honest? You wished you had been able to meet him first. You didn't mind the age gap, even finding it pretty hot. 

 

Stu Macher married your mother when you were old enough to drink, at least. Because you wanted to drown yourself in booze now that you knew he was more than officially off the table. The one good thing to come out of it though? 

 

Billy Loomis. Stu's best friend, and best man. He spent a lot of time around your mom's house, where you still lived. But, you never made a move. You were too worried about the possible rejection, the judgment. 

 

Until the night of the wedding. You were all but sloshed, and loose lips sink ships. Boy, did you sink your ship. Or at least, so you thought. The gods had mercy on you, and the next thing you knew, you were making out with Billy in a supply closet at the wedding venue. It was perfect, until someone walked in on you. That someone?

 

Stu Macher. Your new stepfather, who was shoving at Billy's shoulder. You thought he was upset because it was his best friend and his stepdaughter, but no. He was mad that Billy broke a pact. A pact not to make a move on you, because he couldn't make a move on you. 

 

That night, the night your mom married Stu Macher, you finally got to find out what it was like to kiss both of the older men. And you dreamed about it for weeks. Of course, you'd never tell your mom what happened. 

 

Or what happened after that. You'd never tell her about the time Stu ate you out for the first time, or when you gave Billy a blow job for the first time. Or when either of them fucked you for the first time. Especially not when they fucked you together for the first time. No, you'd keep that to yourself.

 

You felt bad for what you were doing to your mother's marriage, but you were pretty sure you were in love with these older men, so you just…couldn't care. She didn't suspect anything, anyway. Like now. She'd left on a business trip, leaving you alone in the house with her husband. Your stepfather. 

 

You were sitting on the couch, watching some B-Horror movie, when you heard the door open. Stu was laughing loudly at, what you were sure, a joke he made, and you could imagine the scoff and head shake from Billy. You fidgeted a little with the hem of your dress, but otherwise tried to remain calm. There was always the possibility that they wouldn't be interested in spending time with you. 

 

“Oooo, whatcha watchin'?” Stu was leaning over the back of the couch, his chin resting on your shoulder but his eyes watching the television. 

 

“Some slasher from the 80s.” You would've shrugged if it wouldn't have moved his head as well. “It's entertaining enough.”

 

“I bet I know something even more entertaining.” You tried not to blush, feeling the grin against your neck before his lips pressed a kiss to your skin. Before you could enjoy it, he was pulling back, righting himself before walking around the couch in front of you. Billy joined him, both men blocking your view of the television now. 

 

“You look cute. Were you a good girl?” You blushed deeply, knowing exactly what Billy was referring to.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Show us.” 

 

You swallowed hard before turning around, kneeling on the couch cushions. You bent at the waist, your ass sticking out slightly. Flipping up the skirt of your dress, you revealed your bare ass, and the sparkly jewel that decorated your buttplug.

 

“Thatta girl.” You peeked over your shoulder, watching both men look at you hungrily. You swayed your hips slightly, hoping to entice them. It earned you a swat to your thigh from Billy, making you whine.

 

“Don't push your luck.” He scolded, but there was a sexy smirk tugging at his lips. “Stu-”

 

“Way ahead of you, man.” The taller of the two was already undoing his belt and jeans, freeing his already hard cock. He took a seat next to you on the couch, pulling you so you straddled his lap. His teeth nipped at your throat, distracting you momentarily. Until Billy was tugging on the plug. 

 

“Been thinking about this all week.” His voice was low. You moaned when the plug popped out of you, and it landed on the couch next to you. Your skin was flushed, pussy starting to drip in anticipation for what was to come. 

 

“Come on, baby doll. Take daddy's cock.” Stu breathed against your skin, one of his hands wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your folds. Finally, he let it slip slightly into you, and you sank yourself down onto him immediately. You both moaned as your pussy stretched around him.

 

“How did we get so lucky to find the most perfect little whore?” You heard the click of a cap to a bottle of lube, and Billy's voice was much closer to you now. You felt him prodding at your ass. This was exactly why you were wearing the plug, to get yourself ready for him. You didn't mind the way he talked about you, honestly getting more turned on by it. 

 

“Ask myself that every day.” Stu nipped at your jaw, thrusting up into you. You whined, pulling a chuckle from both men. 

 

“Are you ready for my cock, sweet thing?” The dark haired man pushed just the head of his length into you, stopping despite your whimper of protest. “Use your words.”

 

“Yes, sir, please!” You pushed back, more of him sliding into you. You'd never get over the burn of him filling your ass, or the unbelievable fullness of having them both seated inside of you. Your breath hitched for a moment as they both let you get used to the feeling. 

 

“Beg.” You didn't need him to elaborate. 

 

“Please, daddy, please fuck my pussy. I need you both, please, sir. Please, please fuck my ass.” You whined, your voice breathy with need and want. 

 

“Good girl.” Billy praised, and both men started moving. 

 

As one pushed in, the other pulled out, and vice versa. They had this magical quality about them, where they were in such perfect tune with each other that you were never left empty or wanting. Their rhythm was deep and perfect in every delicious way imaginable. You were a moaning mess between them in mere moments. 

 

“That's it. Take what we give you.” Billy had a habit of talking dirty to you, and it never ceased to make your ears burn with embarrassment, but you'd never change it. “You love having your stepdad's dick in your tight little cunt. Say it.”

 

“I love it!” You cried, gasping as Stu sucked a hickey into your skin. That was dangerous, but you loved the thrill that accompanied the risk. 

 

“Daddy's perfect pussy.” The blonde groaned against your skin, his hips jolting into yours.

 

“Gonna fill you with our cum. You like that?” Billy's teeth tugged at your ear, and he snaked a hand down to rub circles on your clit. You couldn't speak, instead nodding your head with as much enthusiasm as possible. “Such a whore, letting your stepdad and his friend cum inside you.”

 

“Yes!” You were, and you knew that, and you didn't mind him reminding you. It was, unfortunately, extremely hot to be called a whore by Billy Loomis. He rubbed your clit more harshly, and your eyes rolled back in your head, your jaw dropped. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

 

“Cum for daddy.” Stu kissed you as you fell apart. Your whole body shook, your fingers clenched in the shoulders of his shirt. Your vision was swimming, and you had to remind yourself how to breathe. 

 

They both continued to pound into you, not caring about anything but reaching their own peaks. Stu fell over the edge first, releasing hot ropes inside your pussy. Billy wasn't far behind, pushing as far into your ass as he could before he too spurt into you. Desperate pants for breath were the only sounds to fill the air. You could die right here and you'd be happy.

Notes:

If yall have more ideas for this series, lmk! I have at least one more chapter to post for it

Chapter 4: Billy x Reader x Stu

Notes:

This is the last chapter i had an idea for, so if you want more of this series PLEASE comment or hit me up on tumblr!

Taboo was the only way to describe it. Actually, it felt more than taboo, to you at least. You were head over heels for Billy Loomis, the father of your current significant other. You knew it was fucked up, but it got worse. You didn't just have a crush. You were actively cheating on your partner with their own father. 

 

Cheating with one person was bad enough, but Billy had a best friend…and Stu Macher was a catch, too. He wasn't as serious as Billy, but he was just as attractive. Goofier, but still sexy.

 

Stu stepped into Billy's home office, quickly closing and locking the door behind him. Looking forward, he couldn't help but chuckle at what he saw. 

 

You were completely naked, hands bound behind your back, sat on Billy's lap, your back to his chest. His cock was buried in your cunt, not moving. However, he was rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your panties had been shoved into your mouth as a gag, and soft whimpers from you filled the room.

 

“Shit. What if it wasn't me that walked in?” He came closer, rounding the desk to sit on it right in front of you. 

 

“I knew we were the only ones here. No one else is supposed to be back for hours.” Billy's voice was relaxed, as was his posture. You, however, were wound tight and ready to burst. He'd been edging you for damn near thirty minutes, waiting for his friend to show up.

 

“Sorry I took so long to get here, doll. I just know Billy's been torturing you while waiting for me.” He had a grin on his face, and you whimpered needily, nodding. Your eyes were pleading, begging him to end your suffering. 

 

“She can handle it.” Billy scoffed, removing his hand from you once he felt you clenching around him. You groaned, breathing heavily. Stu smirked at you, unbuckling his belt. You could see he was already growing hard in his pants. “I'll take the panties out of your mouth. You know what to do.”

 

The second he took the panties from your mouth, you took in a deep breath. You knew exactly what to do, it was true. 

 

“Please, sir, let me suck your cock.” You begged the older man in front of you, mouth watering as he pulled himself free of his pants. You loved when they filled you from both ends like this. 

 

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He teased, moving to stand a little closer to you. You leaned forward, knowing Billy would keep you steady, and licked at the head of his cock. 

 

Billy waited until you took Stu into your mouth partially before he started thrusting. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you hummed around the cock in your mouth. This is what you've been waiting for. Billy had the patience of a saint, which he wasn't, and hadn't moved inside of you ever since you seated yourself on him.

 

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Stu cooed, running a hand through your hair before fisting his hand in it. You whined, bobbing your head before he grew impatient with you. Stu did not have the same patience as his friend. 

 

“And this tight, little cunt.” Billy grunted, shoving into you with vigor. He held your hip with one hand and your bound hands in the other. 

 

“World's worst fucking girlfriend. Letting her future father-in-law fuck her like this.” Stu was always mouthy during sex, but you didn't mind. It made your skin hot and nipples ache. You continued to suck his cock with enthusiasm. 

 

It was quiet, ish, for a while. The sound of skin slapping skin, and heavy, panting breaths were the only sounds filling the office. Occasional moans and grunts fell from the men, and you knew they were getting closer and closer the louder they both got. 

 

You were also getting closer and closer, and when Billy moved his hand back to your clit, you had to squeeze your eyes shut. You let your jaw hang slack, letting Stu simply fuck your face, your brain growing foggy with pleasure. 

 

“Aw, poor little thing's gone dumb.” He teased, his hand tugging on your hair until you looked up at him. You whined around him, making him groan. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum.”

 

“Do it. She'll swallow all of it.” Billy left no room for argument. If you didn't, he wouldn't let you cum.

 

Stu only had to push himself into your warm mouth a few more times before he was spurting across your tongue. True to Billy's word, you swallowed it all. Mouth empty, you showed proof by sticking your tongue out, mouth hung open so Stu could see. Not a drop was left.

 

“Goooood fucking girl.” The man praised, patting your cheek. 

 

Billy pulled you back so your back was pressed to his chest. Your moans were now filling the room freely, loudly. His fingers were harsh on your clit, alternating between rubbing and pinching now. Your legs were shaking, head tossed back against his shoulder, that perfect high so, so close.

 

You sobbed when you finally fell apart. You'd been built up so much for so long, actual tears escaped you as you came on his cock. You have no idea when he followed suit, brain too mushy and focused on one of the best orgasms you'd ever had. You were breathing heavy, eyes closed as your legs were still jerking in pleasure.

Notes:

Thank you all for coming (hehe) on this journey! If you want more, please comment!

Notes:

Lmk what you think please! I can spice it up or spice it down in future chapters! Billy is up next