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[suicidalslasher]

☠ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭- 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌.

female reader / she & her pronouns.  i'm never good with tags but….  blood (briefly)  oral sex, (female on male)  a lot of dirty talk (obviously), anal sex, pegging, strap on,,,,, uhhh…. surprisingly didn't use the term "bussy" but trust me… it's there, we just don't use the word. BUT IT IS THERE I CAN PROMISE YOU.  other than that, i think that's it!!! enjoy bc i had a lot of fun, writing this ;) 

(Y/N)'s heart raced as fear enveloped her body like a thick blanket. Her eyes shot open in terror, wide and wild with alarm and confusion. She tried to take a step back but found herself glued to the spot, paralyzed with shock.

She felt her breathing quicken as Stu chuckled maniacally from behind his ghostly mask, his dark laughter sending chills down her spine.

With increasing dread she looked up at him, searching desperately for something that could help calm her beating heart. But all she saw was not only  the face of a killer, but the face of her beloved and long time boyfriend, Stu Macher. 

"Surprised, (Y/N)?" His voice was smooth and calm, like he had never done anything wrong in his life. Even in the situation now, with the floor being stained with blood and the walls smeared with streaks of crimson. He remained emotionless. 

Tears began to well in her eyes, blurring Stu's image until all she could do was nod in response - no words came out, her mouth too parched to speak. He stepped closer to her, his gloved hand wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks. She shivered at his touch, nearly backing away from his hand but stops herself, as she's worried what he would do had she done so. 

"Is... is it true?"  She asked softly, almost sure of the answer already. (It was rather obvious.) 

Stu nodded slowly, his smile widening until it seemed like it would consume his entire face. Though, she couldn't see that due to him still wearing that Halloween mask.

"Afraid so, baby." His voice gave nothing away, still full of affection yet laced with an eerie darkness that made (Y/N) shiver.

"C'mon, I wouldn't want you to be scared now, would I, pumpkin?" He cooed gently as he leaned in close, trapping (Y/N) in an invisible web of fear and confusion.

"But... w-why?" She choked out, hot tears spilling onto her cheeks despite her feeble attempts to contain them. "How... how come?"

He laughed darkly, taking a seat and hauling her onto his lap - pressing an index finger to her lips to silence her as his sinister smile widened.  (Y/N) could practically see his grin, even if it was covered up.

Stu was the type of person whereas you could tell when he was smiling, even if you weren't present with him. When they had their nightly phone calls, (Y/N) knew he was smiling from ear to ear just by his voice alone. This was like one of those moments. 

"Don't waste time on why or how, darling. Think of the thrill we can experience if we work together instead. Trust me, babe... it will all be worth it. I swear."

"Together?" she repeated in disbelief. "Do... do you really want me to be like you?   To be with someone like you? Do you truly think I'm going to stay after this?  After all you've done?" 

Stu tugged her closer against him, until their bodies were flush with each other. He growled in her ear, peppering it with affectionate kisses as he stroked the back of her head, combing her hair with his fingers. "Shh.." He whispered. 

"Isn't this what you've wanted for so long? To have someone who isn't afraid,  to have somebody that  lives life recklessly? You've always been drawn to those that are capable of doing the impossible, haven't you?  Besides, if death is what you're worried about... all things assured, I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you want me to."     He stated with a smirk blossoming across his face.

He then brushed his gloved fingers over her cheek, sending an endless amount of goosebumps to explode onto her skin.

"Well? What do you say? What do you think? Besides, with me by your side, I'll protect you and with my secret being exposed, now you know too that I'll kill for you. Nothing and nobody will ever stand in my way of protecting you. You're safer with me than by yourself, babe." 

She looked up at Stu, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been attracted to danger, but something about the way he spoke sent chills down her spine. There was a darkness that lurked behind his words, an ominous and foreboding presence that she couldn't quite put into words.

But despite the warning signs flashing in her mind like red alerts, there was a part of her that couldn't resist him. The thrill of living on the edge called out to every inch of flesh within herself.

Besides, he did have a point. She most likely would be safer with him rather than her, making an attempt to go against him.

Despite Stu being... well, a sociopathic murderer-- she still loved him and by his words alone, she knew that he loved her too and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.  ​​​​

After what felt like hours but was merely only a few seconds, she eventually   found herself nodding against him. "Okay," she whispered back shakily.  "Okay. I trust you. I love you." She whispered. 

Stu leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to  (Y/N)'s lips, silently telling her how he felt too.  His free hand then began to undo the buttons of her pants,  undoing the fabric that held it together piece by piece.

"There's my good girl. Hey, by the way, I got you something special,"  His hand presses against the small part of her back as he then lead (Y/N) to his bedroom, a room of which she's obviously way too familiar with. 

As the two of them get to his bedroom, he guides her over to his mattress.  Unsure of what surprise the man had in store for her, she sits down at the edge of the bed and awaits for his next move, fiddling with her fingers as she does so. 

"Well?  Where's my surprise?" She asked in a teasing manner.  Stu towers over  his girlfriend, the Ghostface mask now glinting in his hand. He throws it at (Y/N),  a maniacal laughter rippling through the air as it lands squarely on her lap. 

With curious eyes and brows furrowed together, she  looks over at Stu with a questionable look. 

"Go on then... put it on." 

His voice is like velvet, wrapping around her like a blanket of darkness.  Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she obeys  his command, slipping the mask over her face. 

The mask feels cold against her face yet  it's not nearly as chilling as Stu's gaze. Suddenly, he's pushing her down onto the mattress and presses his hardening cock against her bare thigh.   

 "Oh," He cooed as he rolled over, now lying on his back as he laid his arms above his head.

"Don't kill me, Ghostface. Please? I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me." He plead, looking over at her with his pupils blown. There was so much hunger and desire behind his eyes, it sent a shiver to run up and down her spine.  

However, it was as if the moment the mask was placed over her face, her entire demeanor  and attitude changed.   It sounded silly but... it was as if 'Ghostface' took over her body and what was left of (Y/N) was slowly vanishing due to the mask being on. 

"You really want me to take ahold of this situation and make you my victim?"  She purred, her lips curling into an evil smirk. "Is that what you're asking for, baby?" Stu stares deeply into her eyes as he gave a firm nod, licking his lips.

"Don't be scared of hurting me, darling.   It's what I want. It's what I deserve. After all, I am nothing more than Ghostface's victim. Therefore, do as you must, as you please. Torture me.  Hurt me. Make me bleed.  Make me into a complete bitch boy, (Y/N)." He moans.  His voice is low and deep, a clear indication that he wanted nothing but to be  at her will completely. 

"You can do whatever you desire," Stu growls, a fierce heat boiling up within him at the thought. 

"There's nothing that will stop me?" She purrs in reply, her smirk broadening as she reaches for the long blade beside his bedside table. Inhaling deeply, she brings the handle of the weapon close to her lips and licks its  sharp edge before trailing the tip along Stu's body. 

"Are you sure about that? Will you beg for your life if I asked?" 

Stu's heart races as he watches her play with the blade. He can feel the cold steel against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. But a different kind of heat is simmering inside him now, one that he can't ignore.

He reaches out and grabs her wrist firmly but gently. "I won't beg for my life," he says in a low voice, pulling her towards him until they're face to face on the bed.

She smirks again and pulls away from him slightly before straddling his hips and running the flat side of the blade along his chest once more. As she does so, Stu feels another part of himself hardening in response.

"You're not afraid?" she asks coyly as she trails the end of the knife  up and down his chest.

"Not when you look at me like that," Stu replies breathlessly, feeling her hand move between his thighs before she's  grasping him firmly through his clothes, a gasp leaving his lips as she gropes his cock.  

(Y/N) felt her heart quicken in anticipation as she slowly allowed the blade to wander lower, relishing the feel of his face tensing up each time it grazed a sensitive area. She let out a small gasp when it lingered close to his lower abdomen, tracing only centimeters from where his arousal was evident against the tight material of jeans that he wore.

His groans were getting louder now and she could tell he enjoyed every second of it; thrilling with desire building inside her own body at just how much pleasure he was taking from this moment alone.  

 She crawled off of him as she demanded the man to rid himself of his clothes. Eager to please, Stu does as he's told.  Once his clothes are off, she looks at his cock, practically drooling at the sight. She then pushes him back down onto the bed, a soft 'oh' escaping out from the back of his throat at the sudden movement.

The girl then walks over to the closet and pulls out a box they keep hidden away there. It has their name written on the side in fancy calligraphy that twists along all four sides.

With a soft hum, she takes the box and lifts the lid off, revealing a pair of hand cuffs and a collar made of fake leather with small metal studs.

First, (Y/N) cuffs Stu to the headboard.   Secondly, she takes the blindfold and presses it over his face, shielding his eyes and blocking his view.  He can barely move, but then he feels something hot and wet.

It's (Y/N)'s tongue tracing patterns on his bare chest as she moves down towards lower territories. She takes her time to tease him, nibbling lightly on his flesh here and there while making sure that he knows who has the control in this situation.

When she reaches her destination, Stu sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation of (Y/N) wrapping both hands around his hard shaft as she swirls her tongue over it expertly before licking up from base to head very slowly; each pass gets firmer than the last one until finally, she's sucking him deep into her mouth without warning. 

"Oh, f-fuck..." He gasped, thrusting his hips forward.  

(Y/N) knew she had Stu right where she wanted him, and while continuing to tease his shaft with her tongue and lips that seem designed solely for pleasure, she reached around behind her to grab a bottle of warm lube.

His breathing grew heavier and more ragged by the minute until finally it was clear he would need a release soon.

All of a sudden, all at once too, she stops. And before the man could even begin to form a sentence out, (Y/N)'s spreading apart his legs and with a firm hand, she spreads his cheeks open and the next thing he knows, he feels her wet and hot tongue against his puckering hole. 

"O-Oh, fuck... You're a nasty gal, aren't you? I bet you've always wanted to play with my asshole but never quite had the confidence, did you? Go on then. Have a taste. Fuck my ass, babe."

The girl says nothing, instead she simply hums around him as her lips move against him, a trail of spit coating his cheeks as she then began to force her tongue inside, fucking him openly with the end of her tongue.  

"Goddamn, baby! That feels so fucking g-good." He groaned, his moans only growing louder as he reached closer and closer to his climax.  

Like before, (Y/N) stopped and took a breath, however she was quick to replace her mouth with her fingers, deeply burying one of her digits into Stu's ass, thrusting into him, slowly, stretching him out gently. 

"Fuck... you really want me to cum, huh, baby?" He panted. 

(Y/N) smiled upon hearing how flustered he was.  The more he grew flustered and frustrated, the wetter she got with her own arosment. She continued to finger him before an idea struck her.

With her bottom lip between her teeth, she takes the knife and slowly gazes it across Stu's ass. Then, very slowly, she digs the blade into his left cheek, writing out her initials among his skin.  And then, on his right, she does the same. 

"You claiming me, huh?" He said from above. His voice was shaky, and she knew he was getting closer and closer to the edge of a wonderful and very much orgasm.

"Making me your little bitch, are you? ... Fuck, babe. I-If... if you want, I have another toy hidden underneath the bed. Feel free to look and if you want to use it on me, you can." 

Curious, (Y/N) places the knife down as she then kneels over, peeking underneath the bed. At first, she doesn't spot anything until finally -- she does.

"And you say I'm the naughty one." laughed (Y/N) as she took the toy out of the packaging.  "It's funny though that you asked if I felt comfortable doing this. Even if I didn't, I'd still use it on you. You're the victim here if you've already forgotten. I can do whatever I want. Remember?" 

Stu quite literally mewled as his body flushed with heat, his entire skin now the color of the blood that remained outside on the floor and walls.  (The blood that also trailed down his skin due to the cut from the knife.)

"Yesss..." He groaned, pulling on his cuffs as he rolled his hips.  

The crown of his cock was red, the tip of his aching and hardening member was leaking with precum.  "Would you be a whore for anyone had they wanted to murder you?" She asked mockingly.

  "Would that be your way of survival? Begging to be fucked like a total proper slut in exchange of your life?" 

Stu said nothing, instead at every word that left (Y/N)'s lips, he was simply moaning and nodded his head at everything she said. 

"Silly little Stu... wanting so badly for someone to tear him apart. Just like you tore apart  those victims in Woodsboro, hm?" As she talked, (Y/N) adjusted the toy, wrapping the thin fabric around her hips and buckling the pieces together until it was tightly around her.

"You want me to tear that asshole apart, babe?" (Y/N) laughed, one that was dark and menacingly. "Don't worry. I'll be more than happy to rip you in half."

Without any warning, (Y/N) pressed the head of the toy inside of Stu's ass -- a loud, ear piercing scream ripping through his throat as she shoves her way inside.

"You showed no mercy to those you've slaughtered therefore I'm showing no mercy upon this hole of yours." She snapped as she inched herself deeper and deeper, inch by inch. 

Like a broken record, Stu is gasping and sputtering, words slurring together as he constantly repeats the words; "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-" again and again. 

"Can't believe it," the girl muttered as she fucked Stu with the strap, "One of the world's most dangerous killers is taking it in the ass, begging to let loose and cum. Do you think you deserve it? Do you deserve to cum, my helpless little victim?" 

"(Y/N)! I.. I can't. I have to," Stu cried and he did. With another scream escaping his lips, he climaxes with a name of (Y/N) leaving his mouth as ropes of white shoot out from his cock, nearly spraying everywhere. 

(Stu was always messy when he came. Even if he wasn't trying to be, he came nearly everywhere like a fire-hose.) 

The girl then pulls out, dropping the toy as she then crawls over, taking the blindfold off of him as well as uncuffing him. 

"Well... uh... was that okay?" She asked, a flush of heat boiling over to rest upon her cheeks.  

Stu said nothing as he was still trying to catch his breath. Eventually, he nodded and looked over at her with glossy, wet eyes. "That... was the best sex I think we've ever had." 

"Oh, well, I'm not done with you yet." She said with a smirk as she reached over, taking the knife again and the mask. 

"God... I should've told you I was Ghostface months ago had I known this was going to be the reaction..." Stu muttered, a shadow of a smirk taking over his face as he watched (Y/N) place the mask over herself.  

"Ready for round two?" She asked with a smirk. 

[baronboar]

How equal can a society be if some fundamentals are unusable by a third of the population? You can learn a lot about a world by looking at the little details, especially in furry settings!

[egophiliac]

get 'em before they melt!

(the flavors are 99% vibes + first thought only thought, don't take them too seriously)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

prowl and bulkhead humanformer deisgnss

bee and ratchet

[cream1111]

🍎 weird dream . . .ᐟᅟ

⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀caleb/mc!reader, 1.5k, somno, noncon, fingering, dry humping. ao3 ! part 2

it's not uncommon for you to burst into caleb's room without knocking. it was the same no matter where he was, you'd walk straight to his bed, already talking, as if all his attention was yours to command the second you entered his periphery, as if it was your own room. sometimes he'd be by his desk, perking up at the sound of the door being opened and turning to face you, sometimes he's already in bed reading, scooting over to make room as he continues his book, not even having to look at you. you'd snuggle in, making yourself comfortable.

"you know you got your own bed, right?" he'd tease, as if he'd have it any other way.

"yeah, but yours is waaay more comfortable" you'd feign a pout. he never pushes, and you never expect him to.

you'd talk and talk, and he'd listen happily. and sometimes, you'd fall asleep in his bed, never asking, never thinking to. it had always been like this.

even after he moved out for school, summers still gave you the chance to live together once again. you'd seamlessly slip back into the routine, as if no time had passed.

tonight was no different.

you were snuggled up against him, you had been telling him about some gossip from school, some text conversation with a friend. using his outstretched arm as a pillow as you looked up at the ceiling, gesturing at nothing, looking over at him occasionally, catching his eye every time. his eyes never strayed from you. you were used to his gaze, the feeling was constant when he was around.

your story slowed, yawns every few minutes became every few words. until finally a comfortable silence filled the room. he let's out a little laugh. rubbing your shoulder to help ease you into a nice dream.

"must've been really sleepy, huh" he mutters into your hair, petting you, you offer a sleepy groan as a response. he can't help but smile, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you hum happily. it's not long before your breathing slows into that familiar pattern. your chest rising and falling evenly, you were sound asleep.

"there you go," caleb coos softly, shifting to be behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. slowly, so slowly, he moves his hand to rub your stomach. small soothing circles, testing the waters. you've never woken up so far, but he doesn't want to push his luck.

his fingers drift lower, silk soft touches along the exposed skin between your slightly shifted top and the hem of your shorts. he could do this forever, feeling you under his hands, in between his arms, against his chest. he loved having you so close like this, he doesn't know if he could go without it. he knows you feel the same, you might not know it entirely, maybe you don't think about it too much, but he sees the way you look at him, the way you blush, the way you tease. you feel it too, you just aren't ready to act on it yet, you wanna keep the charade going. and that's fine, he's a patient man.

for the most part.

his fingers grow restless, sliding under the waistband of your shorts, under your panties, trailing lower and lower, slow and steady. he hovers over your clit, your breathing remains even.

he waits a second, just to be sure.

and he softly presses down. you don't stir at all. he begins to move in easy little circles, just the right amount of pressure. he thinks he's perfected it. he got a bit too eager with you once, and you almost woke up. you like soft touches, he knows that, for now at least.

he uses his arm around your waist to pull you closer, pressing your ass flush against his growing hard on. he has to bite back a moan, letting out a deep breath instead. he wants to grind into you so bad, but this isn't about him, it's all about you. he remains still, cock twitching against the layers that separate your skin.

he knows one day you'll be together. he can wait until then, but in the meantime, he just wants to open you up a bit. get you ready for him. he thinks it's sweet even, he knows you don't have any experience. he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed or scared he won't fit. he'll be able to assure you and mean it, he'll know your body so well already, you'll have nothing to worry about.

his finger against your clit presses harder, just a touch. your thighs shift, pressing into his bulge harder. he slows, not yet stopping. waiting, checking for any tell tale signs of you waking up.

"mm..." you let out a tiny moan, still asleep. caleb can't help but let his eyes flutter closed at the sound. letting his face nuzzle deeper into your hair, peppering encouraging kisses against your head as he breathes in your scent.

"feels good?" he mutters, barely audible. "let's see..." his hand stills, moving lower, dipping between your lips towards your opening. he has to bite his lip again to hold back the low moan that almost escaped.

you're soaked.

he has a habit of giving you what you want. now is no exception, he won't make you wait.

he circles your opening, before slowly inching in. his cock twitches again, head weeping, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside you. he pushes in deeper and deeper.

"nngh⎯" you let out a soft groan, and he freezes. he's unsure if it's discomfort or pleasure. you're tense around him.

"i know, i know, it's why we're opening you up." he whispers in his most reassuring tone, hoping it'll reach you in your dreams and put you at ease. and it seems to work, you relax, sinking deeper into the bed, soft walls welcoming his finger.

"mhm, just like that..." he presses into you, his finger is as deep as it could go. he angles his wrist so the meat of his palm presses into your clit as he slips a second finger in.

"hah," you sigh sweetly. caleb takes a deep breath, trying to keep his desire in check. maybe, maybe you've done this enough times, maybe you can take a little more now. he justifies it to himself as he curls his fingers out just to push it back inside, a little harsher now, causing you to press harder against his needy cock. you tense again, but relax before he even has a chance to comfort you.

he's losing all composure now.

he repeats the motion, harder, grinding against you. and again, and again, falling into a steady rhythm.

"mmph!" the sweet sounds seem to pour out of your lips. he takes them as encouragement, moving his head lower to brush his lips against your neck. your body sways with each thrust from his fingers, pliant and so accepting of everything he's giving.

he's moving you so much he doesn't notice as you shift more against him.

you feel the pleasure bubbling within you first. it pulls you close to waking. you've had this dream before. being fondled and fucked. your eyes squeeze shut tighter, but it starts to sting, it feels real, you feel the pressure of your eyes against your skull. you twitch, and you suddenly become acutely aware of the ache in your core.

your eyes flutter, half lidded as you take in your surroundings. caleb, he's behind you, and he's ... his ⎯ you can't think straight. he's still moving. you're moving, he's moving your body along with his.

he's pressed against you, he's huffing in your ear, and his hand is in your panties.you try to keep your breathing in check, you want to pant, you feel so overwhelmed all over, you feel surrounded, filled.

right before you can fully acknowledge what is happening, you feel it, your peak is approaching, fast. it's all too much, all of it, his thrusts, his breath against you, his hard cock grinding on your ass, his fingers so, so deep. you try to stop it, whimpers tumble out, you try to speak, but it comes out as a lewd moan.

"w-wai⎯" but it's too late. it all comes crashing down, you come onto his fingers. he feels it, shoving his fingers deep and then holding them still, letting your walls milk him, fruitlessly.

"fuck, yeah, that's it," he whispers, kissing your neck. he was trembling, "mmm, yes."

as you come down you realize he's stopped moving as well, as he shifts you feel the cold air hit a fresh damp spot against your ass. he gently removes his hand for your panties, you crack your eye open as he raises it, past your face and out of sight. you hear him behind you, his lips part and he's sucking his fingers. he let's out a soft groan at your taste. you shudder.

"sooo good, you did so good." he murmurs into your hair. moving his arms to surround you again. you feel unsure, maybe, you're still dreaming. it's hard to tell, you feel so sleepy again. you lean further into him. he's so warm. it just feels right. and it's not unlike dreams you've had before. maybe, you liked it more than you're willing to admit.

you could worry about this in the morning.

[part-time-pixie]

that one b99 cold open

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[vicciouxs]

₊˚🪼. MEDITERRÁNEA !! ★ full body tattoo set.

I present to you my first cc set ever mediterránea, a full-body tattoo set inspired by summers on the coast (and not so much on the coast) I hope you like it <3

info/previews and download under the cut!!

⠀⋆⠀base game compatible ⠀⋆⠀disabled for random ⠀⋆⠀made for the fem frame but allowed for masc ⠀⋆⠀3 opacities (100% / 80% / 60%) and 9 swatches per opacitie ! ⠀⋆⠀find them in the upper back or upper left arm section

★ thumbnail preview:

☆ tattoos preview:

T.O.U: do not put behind paywalls or reupload to other sites.

download here (always free)

thank you sm for testing @peacenfly 🪼💕

[seafoamdew]

I have ✨ plot ✨

[visitor444333]

stupidass shit made right before a storm took out my power. divine intervention possibly

[chi-the-idiot]

"The Homo-Sexual Underground"

Or: that one time when Harry went around Jamrock in the middle of an investigation asking anyone he thought looked like a homo-sexual about "the underground". Kim quickly grew tired of this.

[goomyloid]

i hope everyone got home safe

[shadowspronouns]

it’s @teamdarkweek yay every body clap !!! day 1: fire/warning (3 days late oops) android shadow malfunctioning ! good thing his teammates r normal and competent and can absoluytely be trusted in high stress situations

textless + no bg under cut :}

[hijacksecrets]

I couldn't draw the frosty cheeks without giving Jack something to blush about xD

[draculism]

life series teamups map. never before has it been more clear to me that impulse is trying to 100% this. how steamed to you think he was when he realised that scar and lizzie teaming in WL means he probably won't be able to pull them into a team together next season

[aq2003]

david tennant + shakespeare