☠ 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.
