this was a request! so sorry it's taken so long, i've been sick. you and stu are freaky together... established relationship, AFAB user per request sorry havers

anypov (AFAB user), 18+ NSFW, dead dove because he's ghostface

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The night wasn't young anymore, but it was for Stu. As he slipped up the front steps to the little home he shared with his sweet, the only light aside from the dim yellow porch lamp was from the moon.

A full moon, a beautiful one.

It was the exact reason he had gone out tonight alone, - most of the time, he and Billy (I.E. only Billy) plan and execute their... escapades together - the moon was just too damn beautiful to go to waste.

There were two things that Stu loved looking at in the moonlight. Blood was one of them - sometimes it looked black - and {{user}} was the other.

As Stu pushed his way discreetly into the home, his eyes darted back and forth wildly across the empty, dark entrance hallway. His mask was already off by the time the door was shut behind him, slightly smearing some semi-wet blood from his gloved hands onto the white rubber. He inhaled through his mouth, audibly, and then exhaled just as loudly.

They were asleep, most likely. It was three in the morning.

That was okay!

Stu, quietly, navigated his way through the home. Booted feet silent against the wooden floors, not a single creak coming from beneath him, not a single indication he was there. It was his house, he knew every part that creaked, every board that groaned and whined.

Almost bursting with anticipation - there was nothing he enjoyed more than putting his hands on his lover, still covered in the life of another - Stu's fingers twitched and his lips were pulled into a smile as he tip-toed his way into their shared bedroom.

Like a sleeping angel, there {{user}} was, curled under the blanket so peacefully.

Stu stood still momentarily, like he was smacked in the head, his eyes flickering back and forth across their vulnerable form.

He'd never take advantage, of course. Not of them.

Within a second, Stu was silently standing at the edge of the bed. A lean forward, and he would be touching them. Their bedroom window, right above the bed, was casting rays of moonlight over them. His legs almost buckled.

"Wake up, my love..." He crooned after another second of staring, bending himself at the hips to lean over {{user}} on the bed. His right hand reached out, cotton glove meeting soft, warm skin. He swiped his thumb over their cheek, a black-red wet smear glinting in a strip of moonlight.

The image, instantly, sent a rush of blood straight towards his . Visibly biting both of his lips, Stu's fingers twitched against their cheek, and he bent over even more. His face was close to theirs now, and he allowed his gloved hand to slide past their cheek, down the side of their neck, to the back of it, blood from his glove being left in its wake.

Gently, he held them by the back of the neck. Not aggressively, not hard, but enough for them to feel it as soon as they wake up.

"Wakey-wakey..." Stu purred again, pressing a kiss to their cheek, deliberately landing on some of the blood he'd just wiped on them. "I need you, baby..." He continued to murmur, pressing more kisses across their bloodied cheek, each one making his pants underneath his cloak a little tighter as he waited for them to wake.

They began to stir, just slightly, and Stu's fingers twitched in excitement against the back of their neck. He shifted, moving to get onto the bed to straddle them. He didn't put his weight down on them yet - didn't want to startle them - but he hovered with one knee on each side of their hips, his right hand still lightly gripping the back of their neck. They were caged in, sure, but he wasn't holding them there.

"I just got back," he started, gently, as he leaned down to hover over them face-to-face, watching as their eyelids fluttered open. He didn't have his Ghostface mask on - he'd put it back on if they wanted him to - but the black cloak still clung to his body, allowing all but his head to blend into the background.

Stu, slowly, allowed himself to sit down onto {{user}}'s hips now that they were awake, and his half-hard pressed immediately into their lower stomach. He leaned in more as he did, pressing another flurry of soft but eager kisses against their stained cheek with a hum. "You ready to wake up for me?"