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hungharrington · 11 months

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i looove the idea of steve putting on a few post vecna, his sweet sweet thighs and belly 😭😭❤️just completely oblivious and slightly confused to the adoration held for his softness. slow blowjob in the morning caressing his tummy and working your hand down his happy trail, before going to squeeze his cock. hands squishing and kneading his thighs as he’s sucked off, his pretty little whimpers escaping

THIS. THIS ASK HAS STUCK IN MY BRAIN AND FOLLOWED ME AROUND SINCE U SENT IT NONNIE LIKE YOU!! GET!! IT!! there is such pure adoration in this ask… u love stevie like i do i just know it <3

it’s not that he’s skinny beforehand it’s just it’s year after year after year of living in survival mode does things to the body. steve’s on the leaner side and it’s saved his skin more times he can count, being nimble and fast. so, yeah, it does take a good year or two before steve manages to relax in his life and then at least one more for his body to catch up and let him settle. let him grow properly— give him that chub around his thighs, his tummy a proper lil pouch instead of lean and hard muscle. and to be honest, steve doesn’t really notice :’) he’s caught up in living his life fully with you happily and you only catch it, like really notice the difference, after seeing a photo of him back in ‘83 and it sets a fucking fire in you. you can’t contain it, can’t think normally about how much you adore the softness steve’s grown into with you — and it comes out the next morning, when you’re both getting handsy between the sleepy kisses.

steve is surprised by how eager you are— normally mornings together are more of a slow cuddle fuck if anything— but today, you’re hungry for it, lips just caressing down his neck, sloppy kisses down his chest til you get to his tummy and steve loves it. he loves the view of you peering up at him, adoration in your gaze as you nuzzle along his happy trail with a content hum. your hands are soft, sweet, giving a ghost of a touch along the planes of his torso and you don’t mean to tease him, but his length pressed against your stomach isn’t enough to draw you from loving on him. it’s not til he starts squirming a bit that you notice he’s all hot and bothered, chest rising and falling a bit quick. “m’sorry baby,” you murmur, finally letting your kisses lead you lower, along his hipbone. “didn’t mean to tease.”

you try to restrain yourself and give yourself only a minute on his thighs, little nips and lovebites, but even then steve notices it a bit, the extra attention you’re giving. he sounds a bit wrecked when he rasps his words out, “lotsa… christ, lotsa love on the thighs today, honey,” and you use that are your cue to slide his leaking cock into your mouth, pulling out this adorable soft little moan. you pull back, giving the head the smallest kitten lick, hands stretching up to his tummy for a moment, “bad thing?”you check. steve’s shaking his head against the pillow in an instant, “no! no, never. never… never a bad thing being loved by you sweetness,” his voice is all sticky with love and you know he means every word. your hands drag down to hold his thighs, kneading the softness as you start to suck him gently. the bedroom is golden in the morning sun and steve’s soft little noises, whimpers and moans, sound downright sinful and he feels so damn loved. it might just be a perfect morning.

#will tear my hair out over this concept. rattling the bars of my cage. chewing on own arm off etc #I WANNA #WANNA FRIGGIN LOVE HIM #SO HARD #GIB LOTS OF KISSES!!!#universe should let me do that :/#jay writes #god bless u anon #u are exactly who i was talking bout in that post the other week that was like BITCHES WHO LOVE LOVE STEVE COMING OUT THE WOODWORK #this is pure luv to me <3 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve x reader #anon #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut

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mrsaltieri-real · 7 months

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Helpless and Ruined (Mickey Altieri x Victim!Reader)

Words: 3k

Warnings: language, stabbing, (Mickey stabs reader, reader stabs Mickey) blood, talks of murder, violence, dub-con, smut, dirty talk, angry!mickey, stalking, cat and mouse, orgasm delay, ruined orgasm, degrading, knife play, blood play, threats, death threats, etc.

A/N: This idea popped into my mind a few days ago so I just ran with it and had a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

You’d managed to escape him, but not without the precise slice across your collarbone and to your shoulder from where you’d pushed yourself into his knife as he stood behind you so you could knock your head back, catching him by surprise before you’d managed to sprint away from him. The blood was dripping down into your cleavage, uncomfortably wet and sticky. You gasped, wincing slightly as you shoved the doors to the deserted cafeteria open, quickly turning around to glance out the window just as he ran up the steps, making you shout out and instinctively step back.

Ghostface stood in front of you yet again, only the flimsy wooden door and thin glass separated the two of you, his head was cocked to the side and the silver blade of his knife glinted in the dim light of the emergency exit sign illuminating him as he waved it at you menacingly.

You took a step back as his gloved hand wrapped around the doorknob, easily twisting it and swinging it open.

Fuck, you’d forgotten to lock it. There was no other way out, you were trapped in here with him.

“Leave me the fuck alone, you freak!” You shouted at him as you stumbled back in between the tables, eyes flitting down to watch his boots slowly step toward you.

There was an oddly familiar swagger to his walk, a confidence that you could’ve sworn you recognised, but you were in survival mode right now, there was no time to dwell on this.

“I don’t fucking know Sidney Prescott, why the hell are you coming after me?” You spoke again, desperately trying to get him to speak. Maybe if you heard his voice, hell, even just recognised the fucking tone, you’d clock on to whoever this guy was.

He let out a laugh, much to your agonising dismay it was muffled by a voice modulator. Your cut was beginning to hurt even more as the adrenaline dispersed into something more akin to dread and fear as you continued stumbling backward until your back finally hit the wall.

Fuck.

“Sidney, Sidney, Sidney. Everyone thinks it’s all about Sidney.” The way Ghostface spoke made you pause for a second, eyebrows creasing as you tried to recognise anything familiar. If you were going to die, it wasn’t going to be until you knew who the fuck was doing this.

“Did Maureen Evans or Phil Stevens know Sidney? Did CiCi Cooper? Did any of the people I’ve killed know who the fuck she was? Care about her?” He was striding toward you, stopping abruptly when he was about a foot away. Although you couldn’t see his face, you felt uneasy, feeling his eyes scanning over you. The sick fuck clearly liked seeing you in pain and you suddenly realised something.

If he wanted to have killed you, he would have done it outside.

“Then- then what do you want?” You asked, voice small and helpless. You were cornered now, nothing you could do but try and keep him distracted enough until you figured out a way to get the fuck away from him.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want to play with you.”

“Go and play with someone else, you fucking pervert.” I couldn’t help but snap. The way he spoke sent a freezing cold shiver down your spine, made your blood run cold in your veins.

Ghostface laughed, spinning the knife in his hand before saying, in a voice so satisfied it made your stomach churn, “There’s that fire.”

He suddenly lunged at you but you quickly ducked, dodging the knife that impaled into the wall just above your head. You tried to make a run for it but his hand circled your wrist, yanking you harshly toward him with such force it almost completely winded you, his other hand connecting with your stomach and making you double over, gasping for air.

You felt his hand in your hair, yanking you up and slamming your head against the brick wall, a choked out cry leaving your lips as you felt the crack of your skull as it connected with the hard brick. Your vision clouded, but you refused to stay still, struggling willfully against him as his body pinned you against the wall, the mask agonisingly close to your face.

“F-fuck you.” You gasped out, feeling the blood ooze from your head and beginning to mat your hair.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? I’ve seen how you look at me in film class, sweetheart. Nothing but a fucking slut. I wonder how wet you are after our little game of cat and mouse.”

His free hand slid down your body, edging toward the button of your jeans. This was your moment.

His hand was still gripping your hair, the knife still grasped between his thumb and forefinger. You twisted your head, wincing as the action made his fingers pull it at the roots, and sunk your teeth into the slightly exposed skin of his arm until you could taste his blood. Ghostface shouted out and instinctively let you go, the knife falling to the floor with a deafening clatter. You took this moment to lift your knee, slamming it into his torso and he doubled over with a muffled groan, the voice of his modulator faltering as he did.

You decided you were going to find out who the fuck this weirdo was.

You threw your weight on him, taking him by surprise once again and he fell to the floor, the back of his head connecting with the wood and his hands falling to his side. You leapt on top of him, straddling his waist and your knees pinning his hands to the ground. You made sure to yank at the top of the hood of his robe until his head lifted off the floor, curling your fingers until you found his hair beneath, slamming his head down against the hardwood before grabbing his fallen knife and pointing it down at him.

“Fucking- fucking bitch!” A slightly familiar voice shouted up at you.

You froze as you heard the voice, the crackly modulator wasn’t covering it anymore. You glanced above his head, noticing the small white machine broken and tangled in a wire before you stared back at the mask.

He was struggling, a little weakened by his head connecting with the ground twice so it was a little easier to overpower him. You weren’t oblivious to feeling his semi erect cock rubbing against you from under his robe and through your jeans, but, for now anyway, you chose to ignore it, one thing entirely on your mind.

“Don’t- fucking don’t-“ his struggle intensified but you ground your weight down onto you knees, hearing him cuss as they dug into his hands. You quickly reach your hand for the mask, snatching it off the killer's face.

“What the fuck?” You gasped as you stared down at none other than Mickey Fucking Altieri, the guy from your film class.

His unfocused brown eyes glared up at you, still struggling to move his hands.

“Mickey?“

“You fucking bitch.” He spat up at you.

Mickey was loud and boisterous, oddly fun to be around, but you weren’t friends. You couldn’t think of a single reason why he’d be targeting you, and you honestly didn’t think to ask. For once, you’d been the one to overpower him, not like any of his other victims.

“I’m the bitch? Screw you, you fucking creep.” You retorted, unable to not notice how he twitched beneath his cloak as you shouted down at him. Did he actually enjoy this?

You noticed quickly he’d stopped struggling, his eyes were beginning to focus again. His own knife was resting against his throat, you were on top of him, you’d managed to get one over on him, and he really fucking liked it.

“I can feel how wet you are through your clothes, how messed up are you?” His voice was a little weak as he practically laughed the words at you, his hips tilting upward a little to grind his now fully erect clothed cock over your core. You let out a small gasp as he did so, still not removing the knife from his throat.

Fuck, your head was spinning. It was easy to blame what was about to happen on the extremely evident concussion you had. Even so, you couldn’t help but notice that you had the power over Ghostface- over Mickey, how much of an advantage you currently had.

Mickey noticed it too, eyes flickering down to the knife held to his throat and up to your slightly dazed and torn expression. He was rock hard underneath you, your deep breathing pushing you down harshly against him and making a soft grunt leave his throat as he stared at you expectantly.

You could kill him. You should kill him. Even though you didn’t know the girl, this stupid asshole was tormenting her. Maybe it was a mistake taking his mask off, no way he’d let you live now you knew who he was.

It was gonna go one way or another. Either you were going to kill him, or he was going to kill you. The most you could do now was postpone the inevitable.

With the knife still held to his throat, you very lightly pushed your hips down. His reaction was subtle, his eyes fluttered just slightly and you felt his finger tips briefly press against your knees before relaxing against the ground again. But there was nothing subtle about the shit eating and triumphant grin that lit up his face like a fucking Christmas tree.

“Ah, I see what you’re trying to do. Maybe if you fuck me, I’ll let you live, right?” His voice was mocking, eyes now fixing on the blood still oozing from the wound he’d inflicted and coating your chest as he continued to speak, “Go for it, sweetheart. Let’s see just how bad you want me to spare you.”

Maybe you were messed up for even considering this, maybe you didn’t care.

“Pause?” He offered, glancing down at his hands still pressed underneath your knees, “I could do with a good fuck.”

Fuck it.

You moved your knees from his palms but only moved off of him for a split second to remove your jeans as fast as you could, the knife still pointing at his throat the whole time as you spat at him, “One move, I’ll cut your throat.”

Mickey didn’t say anything, eyes nothing short of amused as he stayed motionless, watching as you climbed back on top of him, hoisting up his dark robes so his dark sweats were exposed.

He couldn’t help but love this. Of course he was still going to kill you, but at least he could finally fuck you first. Sex and murder were two of the same for him, what could be better than fucking you then gutting you? So, he allowed you to work over him, his eyes finally moving down as he felt you pull his hard cock free from his sweats and briefs.

You stopped for a second, quickly glancing up at Mickey’s face. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny that, you’d always thought so. But this was the guy, the monster that was running around the college, brutally murdering people. What the fuck were you doing?

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t back out now, don’t be scared because you want to fuck a murderer. Own that shit.”

His words pissed you off. You were horny and angry, a combination you don’t think you’d ever felt before. You decided then and there what you were gonna do.

You adjusted yourself on top of him so the tip of his cock was just nestled in the entrance of your dripping hole, had you ever been this wet before? He let out a sigh, a small roll of his eyes before he thrusted his hips upward, making a loud gasp fall from your lips as he quickly filled you, wincing a little at the unexpected stretch as your walls covered him. He laughed again, his strength clearly beginning to gather as his hands moved to rest on your hips so he could fuck you.

“Don’t pretend like you’re such a good person when you’ve got me balls deep inside of your pathetic little cunt.”

You weren’t going to take that, especially not from a sick fuck like him.

The knife, still gripped in your hand, was quickly and harshly brought down, imbedding into the flesh of his shoulder through the robe and he let out a surprised yell as it pierced through him, the feeling oddly satisfying you. You didn’t stop driving it down until you felt it hit bone, letting go of the knife and beginning to roll your hips as you watched as his face twisted in pain and he spat out, “Fucking bitch!” up at you for what felt like the hundredth time.

You noticed as soon as you stabbed him, his cock throbbed inside of you, did he like that? It was your turn to laugh as you rode him, grinding yourself down on his dick, desperate to use this piece of shit for the only thing he was good for.

“You like to hurt people, Mickey? How’s it feel to be the- Ah, fuck- be the one without the power?” You asked him, voice wavering as your hands moved up your body to slowly begin to unbutton your blouse, revealing your bloody chest to him as you ripped it off. You weren’t wearing a bra, and his eyes, although filled with pain, couldn’t help but settle on your tits and oozing wound, still bleeding and staining your tits red.

“I don’t know. How does it feel to be riding a fucking serial killer, you dumb fucking whore?” He growled between gritted teeth. He didn’t like not having power, it was a foreign concept to him.

Your head tipped back, fingers twisting in the soft material of his black robes as you continued to roll your hips against him, one hand moving down your body to toy with your clit. His eyes followed the motion and he groaned as he felt your cunt squeeze around him as you began to rub yourself harshly, his head falling back once again against the hard floor.

“Feels pretty good, especially as I’m going to make sure this is a fuck you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.”

Before he could ask you what the fuck that was supposed to mean, he was taken aback by your hand curling around the butt of the knife and yanking it from his body, he shouted out in pain but your head came down and you kissed him, absorbing his screams into your mouth as your tongue danced across his. He was a mess of a combination of confused, in pain and aroused, for once he didn’t know what to do with himself other than kiss you back, messy and almost hungry, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he snarled and growled against you.

You took his confusion and agony as your moment, reaching beside you to where your jeans laid as you kissed him and pulling your phone quickly from your pocket. You sent a brief text; “call 911 to the cafe, GF.” to a friend before quickly discarding the phone underneath your clothes again.

Your hands finally rested on his shoulders, using him as support as you slammed your hips down, pushing yourself back upright and using his cock like he was nothing more than a piece of meat to you. Usually you liked some give and take, to be spanked, spoke to, for him to fuck you. But in that moment, riding a helpless and partially subdued serial killer and having him completely at your mercy was dragging your impending and quickly building orgasm closer and closer, the feeling of your skin slapping against his as you fucked him, harder than you’d ever fucked anyone. How helpless and agonised and confused yet turned on he looked, knowing that he didn’t have one shred of control in this situation, you knew you were about to cum.

The knife rested against his throat as you came on his cock, making sure to look him in the eye as you did, your cunt clenching around him as you gasped and moaned his name, entire body shaking.

You stayed there for a few moments, his cock still rigid inside of you. You’d made sure he didn’t have the opportunity to cum, made sure he’d gotten so close to the brim that his cock was a weeping, dribbling mess as you pulled him out of you, your hands sliding along his shaft and twisting it once before you released him, letting him pathetically cum in small drizzles on his own stomach, white staining his Ghostface robes and his orgasm ruined as he shouted, “Fuck! No, you fucking cunt, I’ll fucking kill you!”

The two of you heard the sirens before you saw the lights, completely surrounding the cafeteria. You quickly clambered off of him, dropping the knife and grabbing your clothes, pulling them on quickly as Mickey scrambled to his feet, eyes boring straight into yours, absolutely furious.

Not only had you ruined his orgasm, you’d ruined his entire fucking plan in the space of twenty minutes.

He unsteadily rose to his feet, his robes messy and ruffled as they straightened out around him and his eyes were dark and menacing.

The shouts of the cops outside grew closer as his eyes caught the glint of the knife and he bent down, picked it up and twirled it in his hand.

To your surprise, Mickey laughed. It was a dark, sick laugh as he tutted a little, shaking his head at you as if in disappointment. “Now, why’d you have to go and do that?”

You didn’t respond to him, walking back until your back hit the wall again, eyes fixed on his menacing face and toothy grin.

“Why’d you drop the knife? Are you really that fucking stupid? You think the cops are going to get in here before I manage to slash that pretty little throat?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly at the pain in your shoulder as you did so before stating simply, “See you in hell I guess,” just as the doors of the cafeteria opened and the police flooded through the doors, guns drawn and pointed at Mickey, who grabbed you by the hair, dragging you in front of him with the sharp side of the blade digging into your throat.

#this was FUN #i wanna overpower him #I WANNA #hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it #KISSES #scream #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri smut #scream 2 #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut

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