#ghostface ethan

[prettybabybaby]

Perv! Ethan jerking off while on the phone with you, possibly while you're crying to him about how your date stood you up or something.

again, not exactly what you asked for but this is what came out so.

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content: murder, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader, male masturbation

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your breathing was short and shallow, the strain on your throat clear even over the static sounds of the phone. he could picture you sat in the small space between the post of your bed and your closet, knees up and teary face tucked between them. he pictured your bunched up skirt that had undoubtedly slipped down your legs, pooling around your hips and exposing a sliver of your delicate panties. he let himself wonder what kind you wear.

ethan struggled to keep his own breathing level and push down the whimper that wished to voice his pleasure. his grip on himself was tight, loosening slightly with every twist of his wrist as he kept a slow but steady pace.

“i just,” you let out another sob, “i wanted it to go well. i got dressed and everything…” your began to sniffle again, “and he left me there. all alone. no text… nothing.”

“i’m sure you look gorgeous,” he forced out when you began to cry. god, why did you sound so perfect when you cried? “f-fuck, he, he wasn’t worth your time, beautiful.”

blood was rushing south in intense waves, stiffening his cock almost painfully and causing crystal beads to dribble out of his tip and down his shaft, lubricating his strokes that were becoming more and more frantic.

“i’m still so worried, e,” you whimpered, “with the killer loose…”

ethan glanced around, pumping furiously as you continued, “it’s so scary, isn’t it? anything could happen, no one's safe." you were. "not even him... god, i hope he's okay."

his grip on his phone tightened, trembling as he worked to restrain himself, the task much harder now that he was so close. his hips began to lift, meeting his fists as his eyes flickered around the scene in front of him. the empty eyes, the crimson liquid pouring from parted lips, and the still chest of your lover. your sweet voice confiding in him, trusting him with your concerns and feelings of pain when he was the cause of all of this made him shiver as his cock pulsed in his grasp.

he had gotten jealous, he had followed your date home, stalked him, plotted his demise right under your nose. and here he was, plan executed and not an ounce of remorse. in fact, he'd go as far as to say he enjoyed it.

ethan chuckled, humorous and breathy, "yeah." he couldn't hold back a strangled moan when your sobs started up again, little hiccups disrupting them.

"e," you whimpered. the whine of his nickname had his hips thrusting pathetically, lip tucked between his teeth and grip tightening. "please." his stomach fluttered, orgasm just over the edge. he forced his eyes open, only managing to crack them open, but the bloody scene in front of him was still visible. lifeless and unmoving. no longer a threat.

"i need you..."

his teeth punctured his plump bottom lip, filling his mouth and flooding his taste buds as he came, sensitively trembling as spurts of his seed shot out of him, a thick stream falling down and over his fist.

[demontonic]

Ethan Landry - Perverted

There will be undoubtedly a part 2 since i realized this was hitting 2000 words and i wasnt about to make you guys wait another three days till i put out the smut so take this background as a starter so i can finish the rest! Also let me know if you want to be on my taglist for part 2

Word Count: 2274

TW: Blood, Knives

Ethan had always been quiet around you, unless you were with the others but even then there was very little interaction. At first you thought he didn’t like you, then you thought maybe I’m too loud for him- but that couldn’t be it. If that were true he wouldn’t like Chad, and he was worse than you. Countless possibilities rushed through your mind every time you saw him and it slowly tumbled into a sick infatuation. You started to take note of who he talked to, especially if it was another girl. Watching even the smallest of mannerisms and remembering what his body language meant. At some point you decided to ask for his social media from Chad, of course he teased you about it immediately making sense of why he caught you staring at the nerd. After that Mindy found out and of course told Tara who told Sam and Quinn, nothing could stay a secret for too long in this dysfunctional family.

The gang decided to help your seemingly innocent crush on the curly haired brunette, however they had no idea what you really thought about him. You had always been one to get too involved with the people you had liked. Sure it was a long running joke that girls had the skills of FBI agents, but combine that with no social life… it’s almost concerning. You had always gotten weird vibes around him, call it intuition but you had never imagined your feelings to be remotely correct. One night you were out late, making a short walk back from the small market on the corner of your street. You decided since the gang went out -and you had zero social battery left- you would simply drink by yourself tonight. You stuffed the plastic bag filled with a few medium sized bottles of vodka and some cheap berry blend juice into the small backpack you had. Going to the small pizza restaurant and picking up the pizza you ordered for when you inevitably got the munchies. It was a short walk back to the apartment, maybe 15-20 minutes at most. Besides, you had done this many times before but what you were about to encounter would change the course of the next month.

Most of the surrounding apartments housed students from Blackmore University, it was afterall a close walk to the college. If your music hadn’t lagged when it did you would’ve missed the noise coming from the dark alley. What a cliche. You and Mindy were horror fanatics and after Woodsboro you knew better than to go into the pitch black void filled with shuffling noises. The cool air that racked against your exposed arms only added to the adrenaline that began to pump through your veins as you finally came to the realization that you had been standing and staring into the alleyway for a minute now. The small pizza box now being set on the top of a dumpster as you paused the music blasting in your eardrums, placing the small earbuds in their case so that you were now fully aware of your surroundings.

You pulled out the butterfly knife you had trained yourself to be moderately skilled with in times like these. The purple handle being grasped tightly in your fist as you crept slowly towards the sound you had yet to find the source of. There was a corner about mid way through, a small light illuminating that portion as you peaked your head around the corner. At first it took your eyes a second to adjust to the sudden change but once you did you realized that the boy you had been truthfully stalking was more than met the eye. He was crouched next to a dumpster, his surprisingly toned torso lightly splatter with specs of blood. Black jeans and doc martens being the only thing on him besides a black wrist watch. However upon squinting you see a blade entirely covered in blood, the crimson liquid falling into a small puddle between his legs. A Ghostface mask hung on the edge of the dumpster, the usually white face having the same crimson adorning it only in the shape of a handprint. You wanted to believe that maybe it was a costume, but you knew he would never do that with the people he associated with. You watched, frozen, as he wiped the blade on his thigh to rid it of blood before shoving it into a backpack. He pulled out a blue polo shirt, slipping it on as he shoved -what you could only assume was the rest of the Ghost face robe- in before placing the mask on top and zipping it closed.

You took a few steps back, going to hide yourself behind the few trash bags that were leaned against the walls next to you. It was too dark for him to notice you, wearing mostly black you blended in with the shadows. He turned the corner, walking out the way you had entered only he paused. Ethan didn’t turn around to face you, not his body or even a slight turn of his head. You held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, you felt like he could hear it.

“Stalking someone you don’t even talk to isn’t a good look,” his voice sounded like he was smiling, it held pride and darkness. Your eyes widened as you readied your knife, preparing yourself for the worst case possible. He took a few steps back, stopping right in front of you as he dropped his backpack. A hand grabbed at the wrist that held the small blade, pulling you to your feet as he stared at you with empty eyes.

“Being covered in blood isn’t exactly a good image either,” you scowled as he only looked at you with a smug expression plastered on his annoyingly perfect face. “You’ve had plenty of time to try and gouge my eyes out, kick, scream, grab your knife with your free hand and yet you stare at me- now that’s a bad look Y/N.” Ethan was right, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you snatched your hand from his grip, slicing his palm open in the process. He hissed lowly as he retracted his arm, assessing the wound before licking it. Your mouth gaped open as you stared at the seemingly psychotic man in front of you. “Did you know your saliva can help the healing process for wounds? I’m sure you’re thinking I did that for show but there's a reason behind everything I do. I’m surprised you didn’t find me out sooner, considering you never stop following me, watching me.”

“Yeah well that was before I knew you were a killer, so take that with a grain of salt-“

“So you think it’s justified? Stalking an innocent college boy- or nerd as you love to call me.”

“Innocent isn’t exactly how I’d describe you, but if it helps you sleep at night,” what are you thinking? He’s a serial killer, a COPYCAT of someone who almost killed you. Your conscience was bellowing inside of your head, however here you stood face to face with the guy you’d been drooling over since the start of the year, with full knowledge of his true agenda. “What helps me sleep at night is knowing that someone as sick and perverted as you can be so stupid as to stay here and chit chat with someone who’s quite literally trying to kill your friends.” You scoffed… you scoffed “Real smart revealing your entire plan-“

“How desperate are you? How insane are you to stand here and hold a conversation with me? Or am I just that hot-“

“Shut the fuck up you are so full of yourself I’m surprised you’ve gotten this far-“ Sirens. Police had begun to pull up to the apartment buildings, your heart beat picking up as this scene looked very sketchy. You talking with the killer calmly in the alleyway outside of a crime scene wouldn’t hold up well in court. Ethan groaned as he took off running the opposite side of the alleyway opting out on a long way home rather than the route you were taking. Without even processing what was happening you emerged from the alley, grabbing the pizza box and walking home. You wish you could say it was peaceful but your thoughts were consumed by the interaction… and the rush it gave you.

The next morning

It was a weekend, you woke up around noon, the pizza box being thrown to the floor and your bottles tucked away in the crevice between your bed and nightstand. Your head spun lightly, a slight headache setting in but nothing you couldn’t handle, you were practically a pro at handling hangovers. At first you ran through your morning routine like normal, mind fuzzy and not fully recalling the events from last night. That was until you walked back into your room realizing there was a small gift bag on your nightstand. The gift was black and covered with white ghosts, tied with a red ribbon. “What the fuck,” you muttered under your breath before opening it. The contents poured on to your stand, your knife accompanied by a small piece of paper fell out. You stopped breathing for a moment as reality crashed down on you; he was in your room while you were sleeping. You opened the small note, reading the neat writing in red ink.

you’re stupid enough not to notice that I took your knife? and that was before you were shit faced, you were out pretty cold, you almost looked cute.

p.s. thanks for the free pizza❤️

For a second you let yourself forget everything you just read, reverting back to your sick infatuation with the seemingly quiet nerdy boy. He called me cute. You knew you were twisted when your heart fluttered while reading the note like it was some stupid middle school crush. He called me stupid and broke into my apartment. You crumbled the note up, going to throw it away but you hesitated, why are you second guessing this? You didn’t know, but you flattened it out, folded it, and placed it back into the bag and left it in your nightstand. As for your knife you placed it back into your bag before getting dressed to hang out with your friends, unfortunately they still think you’re head over heels for Ethan. As you emerged from what they referred to as ‘your cave’ Tara and Quinn greeted you.

“Seems like you had fun last night, did you have any company over this time?” Quinn interrogated before sitting down on the white sofa. “You know I never-“

“We heard someone in your room last night, did you finally make progress with Ethan?” Tara, surprisingly not fumbling her words, questioned as she shook you by the shoulders enthusiastically.

“Oh come on guys you don’t seriously think… you heard someone in my room and didn’t say anything?” It finally dawned on you that they heard him, while you were passed out and thought you were fucking, great.

“What if it was ghostface? I could be dead right now!” Tara folded her arms, her mood noticeably more dull, “Did something happen that we should know about? Did you get a call?” Again, you froze, standing there with your mouth gaped open as you looked into the eyes of someone you considered family.

“No I just- come on you guys know I’d never have someone with me. I was probably just drunk and stumbling around my room looking for something.” You rambled before walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, still questioning why you hadn’t told her. Yes you had a small obsession with the boy, but it was much more than that now. Your face turned a light shade of red when you read his note, your heart swelled at the thought of him sneaking into your room to return your knife. The sight of him staring down at you in the cold dark alley, you could smell the blood and cologne on his skin from how close-

“Earth to Y/N! Hello Hi sweetie we need to get going, we’re meeting up with the boys for lunch.” Quinn said as she waved her hand in front of your face before walking towards the apartment door where Tara already stood. You quickly grabbed your water and followed the two girls out of the door trying to ignore your internal moral battle.

You waited in the mostly empty quad at a bench, Sam had yet to turn up and Chad had gotten here shortly after Mindy and Anika. Only one you were missing was the person you were sweating bullets about. You sat patiently, quietly, observantly, until your phone dinged. By now the group was over their usual paranoia but when you saw it was from Ethan you swiped it away at first… instantly regretting it.

“It’s rude to ignore people,” a whisper from your right side startled you, causing you to jump forward. By the time you turned around and the group noticed his presence he was standing up right, acting innocent like he didn’t scare the shit out of you.

“Ethan! Took you long enough shit, were you jacking off in the shower?” Chad joked as he slung his arm around the now quiet boy.

“Oh- ew! Grow up, can’t you talk about anything besides your dicks?” Mindy expressed quite passionately before beginning to lead the group to a small restaurant.

Sorry to end it so abruptly i genuinely needed to put this out so i could take my time perfecting the last half so hoped you like it let me know what you would want in part 2 i might take some notes. heres my masterlist if you wanna check that out!

[your-nanas-house]

can u write sub!ethan landry with a mommy/momma kink where reader is overstimulating him and edging ethan and hes begging reader to let him cum ? its totally ok if not !!

Sure thing! 🍓💋

"P-Please, mommy!"

◇ Pairing: Ethan Landry X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, edging, mommy kink, use of pet name 'good boy', overstimulation, breeding kink

◇ Summary: Ethan has been a needy brat lately and you decide to punish him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Whimpering and whimpering came from the red, swollen lips of your boyfriend, Ethan Landry.

He was lying on your bed, completely naked, his muscles tense and his cute brown curls stuck to his forehead due to sweat.

You had been torturing him for a while now, you had managed to get him to the end and then denied him the pleasure he craved so much— you were getting better and better at making the poor boy a complete pathetic mess.

"P-Please, mommy!" his broken voice filled the room as he arched his back, getting closer and closer to his peak for the fifth time

"Fffuck, pwease! Mommy let me cum" he begger nearly sobbing, making you hold back a chuckle as you bounced faster on his rock-hard cock.

"Does my baby boy wants to come already?" You asked with a teasing tone, reaching for his full, heavy balls to massage them slowly since you wanted to hear again that pinched moan he let out minutes earlier.

"Yes! Yes, please mommy!" Ethan begged again, breathing heavily while shaking for the intense pleasure that was filling his whole body

"Please, 'll do anything! 'M a good boy" he added, tears running down his soft cheeks, sobs interrupting his loud pathetic moans.

You really wanted to continue teasing him, see how much he could take but you craved his seed inside you so you choose to let him reach finally his orgasm.

"Go ahead, baby boy— fill mommy" you moaned, rolling your eyes back when Ethan took control and snaped his hips up, shooting his load deep inside of you with a silent scream before collapsing on the bed, breathing heavily.

"M-Mommy—" he whispered breathless, feeling his seed leak out of your warm pussy.

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[stephstars08]

Um not going to lie 👉🏼👈🏼 I kinda miss this hairstyle…..

[t0yac1d]

I Wanna Hear You Scream (E.Landry x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Edging, sub!Ethan, Dom!Reader, Dry humping/grinding(?) & oral (male receiving)

Notes: I've been thinking about this man for so long omg

Word Count: 608

"P-Please.." he whined, hips bucking into you. You sat on his lap, legs on either side of his hips and hands wrapped around his neck. "Awe, bouta cum already? We've barely even started." You smirked, he tried moving you himself, moving your hips back and forth, needing you to keep going.

Everytime he got close and his dick would twitch in his jeans, you'd stop moving, denying him from any release. You grabbed his hands and put them at his sides, "If you touch me, you won't cum at all." You sternly spoke. Ethan looked up at you, eyes big and glossy, face flushed and breathing uneven. He nodded at your words, "I need words, Ethan. You know how to use your words, right?" You asked, hips slightly moving and nudging against his bulge. 

Ethan's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling and he let out a shaky breath. "Yes," he replied, hands gripping the couch cushion. "Then you understand, correct?" 

"Yes," he replied once more, you smiled and started to slowly move your hips. Leaning in you kissed his neck, teeth grazing against his skin and hands finding their way to his clothed dick. "Ha.." he moaned, the feeling of your hands pressing down softly against him even harder than he was.

Giving his neck one last kiss you turned your attention to his hard on. Moving down his body and in between his legs you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. 

Pre-cum oozing from his top and staining his boxers. You palmed him through the thin layer of fabric and gave his dick a squeeze. Ethan's hand moved to hold yours in place but he quickly shot it up to the back of the couch.

Smiling at the action of obedience you gave a kiss to his happy trail and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His duck sprung up and retsed on his stomach. The cool air caused him to quietly moan. Grabbing his dick, you licked up the shaft and took his mushroom tip in your mouth before getting off and licking it again.

Slowly jerking him you gave the inside of his thighs a kiss and a bite. Moving down to his balls you cupped them and fondled them a little. Leaning down you flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up to the tip once again and took him down your throat. 

"Fuck.." Ethan groaned, fighting the urge to push your head down and fuck your throat. You bobbed your head up and down creating a pool of saliva to form at the base of his cock. Ethan never knew how hard it'll be to hold back from fucking your pretty little throat. "Please baby..please let me at least touch you.." he pleaded, you looked up at him and shook your head 'no'.

His breathing started to get heavy as he felt his core tighten. His dick twitched in your mouth, signaling he was close. Your movements got faster, pushing him closer to his release. Calling your name his hips thrusted upwards, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat. 

You brought your hands up to stop his hips from moving and lifted your head up. His orgasm disperses and leaves him painfully hard. You stood up and began to walk away, "Wait..what…why? I didn't touch you.." he said in disbelief and confusion.

You turned to him and smiled, "I know, I just remembered I had things to do." Ethan sat there in silence, "Oh, and don't think about finishing by yourself. 'Kay?" You said, giving him a kiss on his cheek and leaving the room. 

[toxicanonymity]

that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good

Every inch

1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.

SEQUEL: EVERY INCH 2 🔪 THREEQUEL: 3

Slasher master list

Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist).  You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.

Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up.  It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car.  He smells faintly of weed and sweat.  You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand.  You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure. 

He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried.  It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare? 

You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you.  Your heart pounds in your chest.  You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body  closer and your heart nearly stops as  your inner thigh softly nudges  his hand.  But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it.  Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches.  He’s only somewhat hard,  but obviously packing.  He still doesn’t move.  His chest is rising and falling with his breaths.  You know he’s alive.  Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more.  You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.  

What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately.  It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear.  You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you.  Stabbing is penetrative after all.  Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him?  After all, he’s only a man.  Why not, you think.  This could be your best chance to find out.  This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation.  You’re turned on thinking about it.  If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose.  Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.

Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush.  The tables have turned.  You’re on top of him now.  You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer.  You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is.  Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you.  Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself. 

-

His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up.  But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.

Then you have a thought.  You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react.  You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing.  You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap.  Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.

His mask moves.  He seems to look at you.  Then a soft, low sigh.  You lower your crotch again and he’s harder.  You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder.  A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.  

You’re going to have to have him.  This is your chance and you can’t resist it.  Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again.  You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient.  You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband.  His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock.  You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs.  Your core aches to be filled. 

You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance.  Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch.  He moans but doesn’t move.  Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt.  His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full.  It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time.  You wonder if you could just fuck from now on.  If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.

You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness.  You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly.  You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.  

-

His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms,  unable to free them from the headrest.  He’s groggy and weak.  You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming.  You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.

His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race.  “Knew it.”  Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard.  Always wanted this cock.  Knew it.   He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.  

“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger.  Nasty Girl. 

He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips.  Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him.  You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.  

You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls.  You decide to jerk him off as a power move.  You kneel into the open door frame of the car.  You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist.  “All ya had to do was ask,” he says.  All you had to do was ask.  You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street.  Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.

“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade.  He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.

You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly.  His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.

You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants.  Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe.  You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.

-

Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤

Thanks @darkscape for helping me brainstorm his tagline. 

[cherryc1nnam0n]

You entered the wrong house, pretty boy! | Ghostface!Ethan Landry x FEM!Reader

Based on this poll I did, we have this masterpiece

Summary: Ethan made a big mistake by entering your house, a Ghostface fan

Cw: Dub con, P in V sex, unprotected, creampie, he resists at first but then gives in, virgin!Ethan, Ghostface!Ethan, mask kink, riding, mirror sex, recording while having sex, multiple orgasms, excessive cum, overstimulation, spit, knife mentions, rough sex, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), ball play

It was late at night, almost 1 am and you were still awake, sitting on your bed reading a book, when something coming from your living room startled you

"What the?" You said getting up to go investigate, a sandal on your hand, pure instinct

When you reached the place where the noise had come from you saw nothing, just your cat licking her paw

"Callie, you scared me" you whisper yelled at her and she blinked slowly at you "Awe"

You turned around and where met with a masked figure, he tilted his head and pulled out his knife

"Why you up so late?" He asked in a weird voice

"I-I" he started to walk and corned you against a wall, placing the knife against your throat, which made you moan

"What?" He asked genuinely concerned

"Oh what you thought I would be scared?" You said defiantly and he just stood there "Baby, this is having the reaction you least expect" you said squeezing your thighs

He looked down and breathed heavily, where you aroused by this? Where the hell is he?

"Wait, aren't you Britney?" You shook your head "Oh shit, my bad I-"

"What? You were supposed to be in someone else's house?" He nodded, feeling like an idiot "Awwwe, it's okay baby, I'll take good care of you" you said begining to walk into him

"W-wait, hold on, lemme just-" he tripped against your coffee table falling backwards, he tried crawling to the door but you grabbed his foot and began dragging him to your room "Hold on wait! No!"

"Oh you're not going anywhere baby, you entered the wrong house, pretty boy!"

He screamed while you dragged him away into your room, finally inside you ran to close the door and lock it, he backed away from you and you looked at him with hungry eyes

"This has been my fantasy for so long" you licked your lips, scanning him

He was tall, broad even, but you didn't really care about who he was, you just wanted him to fuck you, or you to fuck him

"What is wrong with you?" He asked concerned

"Many things" you said taking your shirt off, boobs falling off freely "Now give me your cock"

He screamed again and you tackled him into the bed, hurrying to lift off his robe so you could free his cock, under it there were pajama pants, so cute, you easily found his mid hard cock, maybe from when he saw your tits

"It's big, I'm gonna have fun with it" you said smacking his dick against your face, he breathed heavily as he saw you play with his cock

You started to suck his dick, it was uncut so you pulled the skin back to suckled his head, he began to moan and grabbed the sheets, bucking his hips up into your mouth, your other hand freed his balls so you could play with them, his breath hitched and he started whining

"Please, please" he said under the mask, you could hear his breath heavy

Your mouth went down to suck his right ball into your mouth, looking up at him while you did so, his head fell back as he finally came all over himself and your face, he came a lot so you just kept pumping him dry for it

"Fuck, stop stop too much, ahh"

You finally released his cock with a pop, licking your lips clean from his cum

"You taste good baby"

You climbed on top of him, removing your pajama shorts and sitting completely naked on top of him, you grinded onto his dick making him whine again, he really liked to do that huh?

"You're a whiney man, you really that desperate?" He nodded

"I'm a virgin" he said lowly and you chuckled

"I can tell" you said to his ear

You grabbed his cock and guided it onto your entrance, sinking down making him hiss and whine, cursing under his breath

"Feels good right?"

He nodded desperately, his hands finding your hips, squeezing so hard he would leave marks

You started bouncing on him, his eyes rolling back behind his head, you bit your lip throwing your head back, your hips moving sexily on top of him, his masked figure was turning you on so much but you were curious of who he was, so taking advantage of him being in pure bliss, you lifted his mask until you took it off entirely, revealing none other than your crush Ethan Landry

"Ethan? I knew you were weird but a killer? And Ghostface? Wow"

"Fuck, don't tell anybody"

"Or what? You gonna kill me? Don't think so" you clenched around him purposely "If you don't kill me, you can fuck me whenever you want"

"I-I, fuck, you feel so good" his eyes rolled back

You kept going faster on him until you felt the familiar tingling of an orgasm, his hand was rubbing your clit while you held onto his thighs so you could roll your hips against him, the tatch of hair at his base rubbing against your clit deliciously

"I'm cumming, gonna cum fuck!" You said orgasming on top of him

He held your hips and thrusted up into you, your tits bouncing as he did so, finally releasing inside you with a loud whine

He fell limp on your bed, his breath erratic as he kept jerking from cumming, he took like 2 minutes to finish cumming

"Wow..." Was all you could say after that

His dick fell off your pussy when he grew soft again, his cum flooding out of you, coating his base and his thighs, running down his ass, his breath hitched when he felt that

"What? You done pretty boy? I thought you could take more than that"

He looked at you, then took a deep breath and sat up, kissing you deeply, his tongue shoving into your mouth, his hand held the back of your neck and while his other grabbed your ass cheek

"I have an idea"

Now in front of your mirror you held your phone up while your chest was against your carpet, your ass jiggling with every thrust Ethan gave you, his hands holding onto your hips, you were recording the whole thing from a beautiful angle that showed hos good he was fucking you, his mask was back on his face, he tilted it as he looked into the mirror, enjoying the view

"Fuck, you like that pretty girl? Like being fucked by a murderer?" You moaned at him "Answer me, bitch!" His voice changer was on as he said that

His left hand grabbed your hair and yanked you back, you moaned from it, eyes rolling back

"Yes I fucking love it, don't stop"

"Good girl"

The skin slapping noises were so loud you thought you would wake up your neighbors, but you couldn't care much because of how good Ethan was making you feel

He reached for his mask and pulled it up until only his mouth was visible, spitting a fat glob onto your ass letting it drip to your pussy, adding extra wetness into his fucking

His cock was hitting your g spot on every move, he was big, uncut and fat, just perfect, and he knew how to use it

"Fuck I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!" You said drooling at the mouth as your second orgasm barreled in

"Good girl baby, fucking cum all over my cock"

With a few sloppy thrusts he finally came again, coating your insides with his warm cum for a second time that night, he massaged your ass as he kept rutting softly into you to keep cumming

"All nice and stuffed baby, so good" he said smacking your ass

Turns out it wasn't that big of a mistake to break into your house...

[murdrdocs]

plsss do fem!reader getting a call from ethan!ghostface 😩 could be smutty or maybe 16+!! also ur writing is so good wtf

ahhh thank you so so much i'm glad u enjoy it! i rlly liked this request :)) this is SUGGESTIVE 16+ but not smut

Sometimes, truly, if you sit in silence for long enough, you start to consider that maybe you aren’t the best person, morals wise. 

You have your good qualities: helping old ladies cross the street, dog sitting for your friends, helping out sick relatives, doing good deeds without having to be told so. 

But the one bad trait, the one you were currently indulging in, seemed to outweigh everything that was good about you. 

Allowing some sick joke between you and your boyfriend to continue. 

As soon as Ethan switched from his usual, saccharine sweet voice, to the raspy, demanding tone of Ghostface, you should’ve told him to knock it off. Seriously. Not with that light, airy tone in your voice that showed how easily persuaded you are. 

But you couldn’t help but let him convince you to continue. Plus, you could’ve pretended that you hated it. Instead…

“Isn’t your line supposed to be: ‘What’s your favorite scary movie’?” 

Ethan, or Ghostface, chuckled. 

“See, you know the rules, sweetheart. Now, what’s your favorite scary movie?” 

You took a second to think, fiddling with the half completed puzzle that you and your roommates have been working on at the coffee table for two weeks now. 

“Probably Get Out. Does that count?” 

“Is that the one by that comedian, Jordan Peele?” 

“Yeah. It’s not really that scary, which is why I like it, but the plot and storyline is horrifying enough.” 

Ghostface hums and you decide to take a leap. 

“My boyfriend likes those traditionally scary movies, with the jumpscares and excessive gore.” 

He takes the bait. “Boyfriend? You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” 

“You didn’t ask.”

You take a seat on the couch, your eyes glancing over the window. Briefly, you considered drawing the curtains, but then Ghostface continued to speak. 

“Hm, maybe I should’ve. Does he treat a pretty girl like you right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, he does.” A beat. “How do you know I’m pretty?” 

“Because I’m looking at you, sweetheart.” 

Your breath hitched. You should have known as much, but just considering the possibility is one thing, having it confirmed is another. 

Attempting to play it cool, you stand to your feet and approach the window. “Really? Because I’m calling bullshit.” 

You pressed your face to the glass and used the hand that didn’t hold your phone to your ear to shield your view from the light inside of your apartment. You scanned the streets below, the windows across from yours, and anything else your eyes could reach, but you couldn’t see anything. It was late, there wasn’t much activity in your complex, and the streetlight that previously illuminated your section of the complex was still out. 

Ghostface chuckled condescendingly. “There’s no point in looking. You won’t find me.” 

Stepping away from the window, you surveyed the apartment. Nothing there, save for the organized mess left by yourself and your roommates. 

“But you can trust my word. I see how delicious you look in that little number. That tight shirt, those tiny shorts. Looking like a whore, begging to be fucked,” he spat the last bit as if the words were venomous. "maybe gutted," he toyed with the idea, “your boyfriend know you walk around like that?” 

Your eyes met the cameras in your apartment, the ones that your roommates decided were needed in this big city. You’d never been more thankful to have them. 

“He does,” you took a seat on the couch again, propping your feet up onto the coffee table and positioning yourself to where you could be seen by the camera. Your legs crossed, and you ran a hand along your thigh. “And he loves it. If he could see me right now I bet he would be cumming in his pants.” 

There was a hitch in his voice, barely noticeable, but there. 

You took his hesitation to spread your legs and trail a hand down to the waistband of your shorts. Your eyes flitted up to the camera, you smiled softly, lifted your hand in a wave, then stuck it into your shorts. 

“You said you’re watching me, right, Ghostface?”

[liliesdiary]

Ghostface's Sex Doll

Ghostface x His Sex Doll

Part One: Please Don't Kill Me Mr Ghostface!

cw: dubcon, kidnapping, being held hostage, being used as a personal sex slave, hair pulling, being dragged by hair, choking , blood, restraints, bondage, doll pet name, gags and blindfolds, cunt slapping, face slapping, brutal sex, degradation and praise.

@im-fostering-it292

Daydreaming about Ghostface dragging you into his car after he just brutalized your pathetic body in an alleyway, taking you away to be his sex slave. He tied a rope around your wrists tight so you couldn't escape and blindfolded you. You were crying and whimpering as you squirmed. He gagged you and gave you a harsh slap to shut you the fuck up.

You were so scared yet so wet. Your wet cunt was throbbing at the thought of being his doll. How disgusting. You bucked up your hips and your legs trembled from the rough treatment earlier.

He noticed the way your body yearned for his rough touches, he chuckled at your shaking blood-stained body and started to rub your clit slowly. The sounds of your muffled whimpers and moans filled the car and the masked man couldn't help but get even more hard at the sight of you whimpering like his dumb bitch. He couldn't wait to fuck you until you passed out.

He traced his fingers along your used cunt with the other hand on the wheel and slowly slid one of his fingers into your cunt, teasing you and driving you insane as he tried to focus on the road.

"You're such a dumb little doll. You're practically dripping all over my fingers, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat."

Your response was muffled whimpers, you tried to close your legs out of shame but he forcefully opened them, "Did I say you could close your fucking legs? You need to learn your place you little fucking cunt."

He then slapped your wet cunt, making you whimper and tear up. Despite your shame, you wanted nothing more than to be brutally fucked by the stranger in the mask.

The car stopped and you assumed you arrived at your destination, you heard the man get out of the car and slam the door, making you jump in fear and arousal. The next thing you know he was dragging you out of the car by your hair, scraping your body on the hard pavement. The way he was treating you like some worthless animal made your knees weak.

He dragged you inside a house, you couldn't see anything with the blindfold on yet it was so cold and dark. "Keep up, doll."

He dragged you into a room and kicked you to the floor, "this is where you're going to be staying for the rest of your pathetic life. I'm going to use your body over and over again, you're never gonna escape me darling."

You let out a small cry, you couldn't say anything with that gag around you. You were trembling at the thought of spending the rest of your life as a sex slave for a serial killer, it made you wet.

"Oh, you're a sick one." He said as he touched your exposed cunt with the tip of his shoe. "Your cunt is dripping all over the floor, you're so sick. I love it." He chuckles.

He picked you up by your hair once again and guided you to the middle of the room. You felt a hard wooden object as he positioned you. He roughly grabbed your hands and positioned them in the object, restraining you. Then it clicked to you, It was a wooden medieval stock they used for punishments and the thought of being restrained and fucked without being able to resist made your heart beat faster.

"Be a good little girl and stay still." Ghostface says as he locks your head in. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, "Open that pretty mouth of yours doll. I'm going to ruin that mouth of yours until it bleeds."

You were hesitant yet you knew disobeying would make it worse, you opened your mouth wide and stuck your pretty tongue out for the stranger like a good little doll.

"Good girl." He says as he pulled his cock out, without warning he grabbed your skull as tight as he could and jammed his cock inside your throat, making you whimper in pain and gag. His thrusts were brutal and hard, bruising your throat.

"Such a good fucking slut for me, stay still." He says as he digs his nails into your skull, forcing his cock to stretch your throat as he brutally pounded into it. He had no mercy for your throat, your gags and whimpers were like music to his ears. The way you cried and choked on his cock only turned him on more. He wanted to ruin you.

He grabbed your throat harshly, using it and tightening his grip around it. He choked you as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight. The way he used you made you so wet, you felt yourself approaching another orgasm.

He noticed the way your body shook and realized you were cumming without him permission, making him stop and give you a harsh slap, "Who gave you permission to cum, doll? I think you need to remember your place." He says as he positions himself behind you and looks at your used and puffy cunt.

"Look at your cunt, it's begging to be abused." He teased your lips, sliding his cock in between your lips and teasing your clit.

You moaned and you bucked your hips up, begging for his cock. He chuckled at your desperation, he positioned his cock along your stretched hole and slid right in. "Fuck, your pussy is still lose from earlier. You sucked me right in." He pounded into your loose pussy causing you to tremble in pleasure.

Your pussy was throbbing like crazy, begging for more. He noticed and continued to brutally fuck your restrained body. The thought of being able to use and abuse a doll like you, restrained and gagged, drove him insane. His touches got more possessive and his thoughts got more obsessive. You were his, he wanted nothing more than to claim your pathetic body as his.

"You're mine, you're my little sex doll."

[kunazz]

slashers who are ready to be at your service whenever you ask them. Who cares if they’re outside? Fuck them in the bathroom or bend them over the hood of your car once you guys are in a somewhat secluded area. Make the sex rough and quick, like you just wanna get it over with, make them feel as though they’re nothing to you, just a perfect hole for a perfect guy. They absolutely love that shit.

Bite their necks and tell them how dirty they are, how others would react if they saw the two of you at that moment, your cock buried deep inside their ass, filling them up until it was almost unbearable.

Humiliate them.

[slxsherr]

So Melodramatic But It Turns Me On

pairing: ethan landry x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: you make sure ethan won't die a virgin.

wc: 1294

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), loss of virginity, briefly mentioned cum eating, oral sex (f!receiving)

“Does that mean I’ll die a virgin?” Ethan asks, stunning the group with his overshare. 

The group moves on quickly after that, Mindy continues her lecture but you can’t stop thinking about what Ethan said. You don’t understand how Ethan can still be a virgin, he’s cute, a bit awkward but in a funny way, and smart, girls should be throwing themselves at him. Ethan thinks the same, but that’s something he’d only ever admit to the thousands of other men with the same opinion on the forums he visits online. 

You know if you talk about it to your friends they’ll tell you it’s a bad idea. Even before the Ghostface attacks, Mindy didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go after Ethan, but now that he’s at the top of her suspect list, you doubt she’s changed her mind. After Anika and Quinn’s murder, you expect they’ll suspect you too since you weren’t with them, and for a moment they do, but quickly change their minds when they remember you genuinely believed all cats were girls and all dogs were boys. 

It’s not fair that they ruled you out for being dumb, despite not having an alibi, but still suspect Ethan even though he was at econ. It’s your sympathetic nature that invites him to your apartment for the night, even though Mindy told you not to be alone with him. But your roommate will come home from work before midnight, so you don’t worry about it too much. 

“Are you really a virgin, E?” You ask, watching him look over your worksheet, having insisted on helping you with your math assignments. 

“Yeah,” he answers nervously, ears turning red and face flushing from embarrassment. 

“But you’re so cute!” You say, moving closer to him on your bed, your papers falling off from the movement.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks, staring at you wide-eyed.

“Totally,” you answer, reaching out to play with a curl just behind his ear, arm resting on his shoulder. “You know, I can be your first, if you want.”

“Really?” Ethan asks, already getting hard from your offer. 

“Mhm,” you answer with a hum, throwing the assignments in his lap to the side.

You straddle his thighs, sitting in his lap and leaning forward to kiss him. His lips are chapped, but you don’t mind. He whines when you nip at his bottom lip, moaning when he feels your tongue slip into his mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, hands gently holding his face as the kiss deepens.

His hands squeeze your hips, attempting to slow your movements as you grind in his lap. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his own hips moving up to meet yours in search of more friction. When you pull away, he whines, but is quickly silenced when you pull off your tight crop top. He stares at your bare chest in awe, letting you pull off his shirt as his mind catches up to what’s happening. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks before you can take off his jeans, his thumbs nervously rubbing over the fat of your hips.

“Sure,” you answer, your wide eyes showing you weren’t expecting the request. 

Ethan’s hands travel from your hips up your sides, his warm touch leaving goosebumps in his path. Gently, he cups your breasts, fondling the soft mounds and eliciting quiet sounds from you. His thumbs ghost over your nipples, and they pebble from his barely there touch. The whole time, your hips haven’t stopped moving, now moving faster in his lap. Spurred on by your sounds and growing neediness, one of his hands dipping past the waistband of your short shorts and underwear. 

“Is this okay?” Ethan asks, fingers moving through your slick folds.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly, hips stuttering when he brushes over your clit.

It’s maddening, the way he touches you, amateur but just skilled enough to rile you up. His hand and your panties are soaked, your hole achingly empty, you decide he can skip the rest of the foreplay. It’s supposed to be about him, anyway, you tell yourself, pulling away from him to take your shorts off, and he quickly copies your actions. His dick is pretty, trimmed curls neatly trailing from his lower stomach to the base, thick, long, and you hope you get the chance to taste him, maybe in the morning. 

“Fuck,” he groans, feeling your tight walls envelop him as you lower yourself on his cock. 

“E, look at me, baby,” you say, a hand in his hair and the other holding his face, encouraging him to open his eyes. 

He whimpers when you start moving, shallowly bouncing in his lap, glossy eyes watching you take him. Your stomach twists in pleasure, his tip kissing that spongey spot deep inside you every time your ass meets his thighs, clenching around him when you hear him whine after your grip on his curls tightens. Ethan feels like he’s going to melt into the bed, watching a creamy ring form at the base of his dick as you ride him. You look so hot, tits bouncing as you move, and you feel so good, he’s embarrassed when he tells you he’s going to cum. 

“Shh, it’s okay, go ahead and cum,” you reassure him, not stopping your movements as he begins to babble incoherently to announce his release.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as he finishes inside you. The air is warm, only the sounds of your heavy breathing can be heard as he recovers from his orgasm. As his mind clears up, Ethan begins to panic, realizing you didn’t get to cum. 

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t–” he begins to say, but you interrupt him. 

“It’s okay, this was about you,” you tell him, but he won’t have it. 

“Just please, let me?” He asks, moving you to lay you on your back, moving down the bed in between your thighs.

“Okay,” you say, letting him spread your legs to slot himself between them. 

He licks a broad stripe through your folds, and if he wasn’t eating you so messily you’d maybe be a little grossed out by him essentially eating his cum out of you. Despite his lack of experience, he’s enthusiastic, and your hand quickly flies to grip his mop of brown curls as you begin to buck your hips against his face. You’d feel bad for how tightly you hold his hair, but the noises he lets out against your pussy tells you he actually enjoys it.

“Ethan!” You squeal his name, feeling his tongue explore your hole, and your thighs nearly closing around his head.

Your legs are shaking on either side of his head, and he thinks you’re getting close. He holds your hips down, keeping you from grinding against his face, allowing him to roughly circle your clit with his thumb. Your hips jerk against his hold, seeking pleasure as the knot in your stomach begins to unwind. So lost in your building orgasm, you don’t realize you’re practically suffocating Ethan between your thighs, not that he minds. He would gladly accept death if it meant he’d die with your thighs wrapped around his head, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure. 

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You ask once you come down from your high, moving away from him to out from between your legs.

“I’m fine! Would it be okay if we did that again?” He asks, and with a quick look at his lap you realize he’d gotten hard again while eating you out. 

“Of course,” you answer, a smile stretching across your lips as you push him onto his back.

[prettybabybaby]

Dark!Ethan x reader with Ethan having his way with drunk reader in a dark alley with his ghost face costume on. He’s had a crush on her for a long time but she rejected him. She’s also apart of the Woodsboro group.

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: noncon, dark!ethan, fem!reader, public sex

¡ scream masterlist !

you were lost, ending up on an unfamiliar street as you searched for ethan. you were drunk and nauseous, vision muddled from the alcohol and exasperation as you swiveled your head from side to side too quickly. you groaned, feeling tears fill your waterline.

you felt terrible, regretting the drunken words as soon as they left your mouth. you were used to playing into his little crush enough to keep him close, unable to bare losing his friendship. but after all this time, he had finally confessed and the atmosphere on top of being intoxicated had you revealing your true feelings, a little harsher than you would without the drunken confidence. he had rushed off, an unfamiliar look gracing his features that had guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. you followed after him seconds later when your legs caught up to your compromised brains demands.

your mission was to find the ghostface, ethans last minute costume change but ghostface was everywhere. the masked killer was the most popular costume of the year and the streets were crawling with replicas. you dropped your head into your hands, sighing as your palm caught your dwindling tears.

you picked up your head as they stopped, determination overtaking the sadness as you glanced around again.

your gaze skipped past a shadow in the alley, mind barely registering the slight wave. you looked again, using your full attention follow the movement of the masked killer but his hand didn't raise itself again. you furrowed your brows, confident steps propelling you towards him as he stood perfectly still.

"e! there you are," you stood before the shadowy figure. "i was looking everywhere for you," you slur. "look... im sorry about what i said... i didn't," you sighed and lifted a hand to rest it on the stranger's arm, swallowing, "i just don't feel the same way."

moments of stillness followed, breathing from the man even but labored. he was tall, broad and intimidating. you stared into the empty eyes of the mask, slow thoughts of discomfort making your brows cinch again and your muscles tense as you kept your hand in its place. they alley suddenly felt darker.

"you're not ethan," you whispered, taking your warm hand off the cooled cloth-covered bicep. "sorry," you murmured.

he caught your wrist, slow steps pushing you towards the bricked wall. it was cold against your bare back, briefly clearing your mind and letting a dull panic sink in. "i need to find my friend," you said, pushing against the body that only seemed to get closer.

you could feel his heartbeat that thumped almost as harshly as yours. you shifted your shoulders as his touch ghosted up the sides, a slim finger trailed up the side of your neck until it reached your face. his gloved hand slit around your chin, strong grip squeezing your cheeks together. you stared at the menacing mask with wide eyes as a knee forced itself between your thighs and the empty hand on your side slithered to the apex of them. you jolted and turned your head, a strained protest forcing itself out.

the cloth pushed at the lace of your skimpy underwear, tugging it down until the strain stretched the fabric enough to dig painfully into the flesh of your thighs. you felt dizzy, tears working their way to the corners of your eyes again. your arms pushed but it has no effect, your nails tried to puncture the costume but you were no match. the rough feel of the gloves added to the sensation on your sensitive mound, making slick leak from your hole.

"stop," you mumbled, "i need to find, ethan."

you couldn't hold back the moans at his ministrations that grew rougher and quicker as your knees tried to close around his. your eyes were shut tight, hips rolling against his palm. you stiffened when a warm, hard, probing replaced his moistened glove.

you were shoved back forcefully as he slammed into you, his hips pushing against yours as if he wanted to be deeper. you hissed, sliding your hand up to his shoulder, "no, wait."

he didn't, harsh, desperate thrusts colliding with your throbbing cunt. you whined, tears slipping as you shoved his shoulder. the mask stared blankly at you, erratic grunts and groans distorted by the barrier.

your panties snapped when he lifted your knee to adjust his angle. your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't help but lean against him, "need to find..."

"are you looking for me? huh?" you whimpered as he sped up. "you're looking for me to break my heart again? no, i won't let you."

you were stunned, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to squirm away. "e, w-what are you doing?" you slur, tightening around his persistent movements. how could ethan do this?

"you'd let some random guy fuck you in the middle of an alley after you broke my heart? you'd whore yourself out like this?"

even you weren't drunk enough to think this encounter was anywhere near consensual. you whimper, "no, no, i didn't. was looking for you..."

"yeah, for what? to make me feel better?" he pulled the mask off, his hard, eyes boring into yours. the head of his cock hit a spot that had your eyes rolling, a shiver running up your spine and your walls clenching, "look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me."

[demontonic]

Ethan Landry - Perverted 2

I know it took me forever to finish this but its finally here! Read part 1 if have you havent already! This is it though i dont think ill be making a part three but heres my masterlist if you want more from me

word count: 3990

tw: blood, fighting, knife play, alcohol, dacryphilia, ethan is plowing through you idk what else to say

A month, one whole month and you had yet to tell anyone of what you saw. It was nearing halloween, more people started buying ghostface costumes unbeknownst- or rather in their own ignorance- the victims of woodsboro were amongst them. The uprising of the ghoulish mask had the group on edge, that being the original five as the others didn’t even flinch at the sight. Ethan had been getting closer and closer to you, going so far as sneaking into your room while you were awake, asleep, studying, showering. In a way you were flattered, amused by his boyish antics but there were times you had realizations that he was- no is a killer. At first the noise of your window sliding open followed by footsteps had you reaching for your knife, or any object you could defend yourself with. Now when you hear it, sometimes you don’t even acknowledge him until he speaks, questioning your behavior, lack of honesty, or even your mood.

At some point you convinced yourself he was trying to collect more information on you. Typically you could gather a lot from social media, or just being friends but you had avoided him so much, now was his time to get to know you. He told himself every time you crossed his mind it was purely for the end goal, but he knew you were twisted. He could tell by the way you never told anyone, or how you would react to him creeping through your window. There were times where he would leave, and wait on the fire escape until you fell asleep to go back in and just lay next to you, imagining a domestic life where he didn’t have a bloodlust. A life where he didn’t meet you the way he did, a sweet fairytale story to tell your future kids. He’d make sure he was a better father, never picking favorites and raising them right. You being his stay at home wife, going out everyday to provide for his family that he would love. Coming home at night and sleeping next to this beautiful being that he felt so normal around, but he would always have to leave and dream of waking up next to you.

Today was no different, you’d wake up, go to your classes, have lunch with the group, and then go home- or so you thought. Today had been slightly different, the entire university buzzing with comments about a halloween party. Like normal you had assumed you were going to stay home as you did for most parties and events. In your Literature course Ethan had decided to sit next to you, whispering a little too close to your ear about the party. He wanted you to go with him, and the group of course but he talked about you dressing as a princess as he would be a makeshift knight. Your face burned at the suggestion of corresponding outfits but you declined saying you most likely wouldn’t show. You noticed the immediate change in his demeanor, something that you had seen multiple times. He could be sweet, quiet, soft, well spoken, or he could be harsh, sharp tongued, quick witted, and stern. It was a real Jekyll and Hyde situation, at first it was frightening but now it was just a matter of knowing how to combat his remarks.

“You will look best in a burgundy dress, the color against your skin will be absolutely stunning” his breath fanned against your ear, voice dropping to the one you assumed he used when he made the calls. Ethan’s voice was as strong as the gaze he held, you felt it linger as the warmth of his body left yours. It almost made you shiver, almost refusing to meet his dark eyes knowing you’d be met with the void that accompanied this version of him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” you dropped your pen on the dark wooden desk before averting your eyes to his. First they held that dark void that came with the demeanor, but a few seconds after they went back to warm doe eyes you had first become infatuated with. The ones that stared at you from the floor of your room when you were half asleep finishing schoolwork. A sigh left his chest, almost unnoticeable if you hadn’t known his body language inside and out.

“It’s rude not to… please come to the party tonight it’s gonna be fun,” a crooked smile found its way onto his lips, his teeth peeking out slightly. You looked back towards the professor trying to fill the blanks from where you had stopped taking notes. “I’ll think about it Ethan, I wouldn’t even be able to get a dress such short notice- I don’t even like frat parties to begin with-“

“Stop whining and try to have fun, I don’t like crowds but it’s gonna be a one time thing,” he assured you as he stared at your hand scribble on the paper. Ethan always found himself tuning out to the sound of your pen writing on paper, the smell of your perfume, shampoo, chapstick. He even became accustomed to the tinge of weed under the coconut and vanilla body spray you favored, it was your scent, every product you used. The candles you lit, the oils you put in your diffuser, even your favorite drinks like vanilla frappuccino with coconut milk, or coconut water, vanilla milkshakes- he almost had a whole journal just for you.

“I said I’ll think abou-“

“Please”

Pleading? Asking? Begging? No, it was a demand disguised as a question to make it seem like you had a choice. Did you? Of course, you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions. No matter how he looked at you with those pretty brown eyes you stood your ground.

“I will think about it”. Alarms buzzed around the room signaling the end of this afternoon class, luckily it was your last class today. You quickly shoved your materials into your bag before weaving through the crowd of students, surely losing Ethan in the process. He was a stubborn little shit sometimes as you’ve come to notice, it made you feel special. With others he was a pushover, too scared to say no and always just doing what he was told. With you he felt comfortable voicing his opinions, speaking his mind, you were far past him whispering empty threats into your ear late at night. Now you talked about what he would be doing if he wasn’t doing the whole ghostface shitshow, if he hadn’t followed the ways of his father whom he’d yet to reveal. Some nights he asked about you, your childhood, aspirations, fantasies and then sometimes you would try to talk him out of following through. He’d always laugh and tease you about trying to be his savior, and falling in love with him but maybe it was he who’d fallen for you. Through the fog and the rain, you’d sparked a lantern within him, if he’d follow was still a decision he’d yet to make.

Arriving at your shared apartment the girls sat in the kitchen talking about the party. Sam had been long gone as she went to work, Quinn helped Tara figure out the pirate-esque outfit she was to wear. It was odd however, the redhead pulled a tight lipped smile with a slight tilt of the head before Tara fully turned to you. The smaller girl ran to capture your abdomen in a hug and then jumped in front of you excitedly.

“You didn’t tell us you and Ethan had gotten somewhere!” She practically vibrated in place, waiting for you to spill some details with eager eyes. Quinn had sat down, watching the exchange with her head resting in the palm of her hand.

“That dork actually had the balls to ask for some help,” she said in a gruff voice, you assumed she was tired from her classes although it felt entirely wrong. Jealousy couldn’t be it. She had plenty of guys basically at their knees for a chance with her. “Help? With what exactly I don’t under-“

“The par- Oh my gosh! Did he not ask you yet? Were we supposed to wait?”

“He asked me to the party Tara don’t worry, I just said I’d think about it- BESIDES I don’t have anything close to what he wants me to wear… Where are you going?” You placed a hand on your hip, eyes following the small brunette as she pulled a bag up from the couch.

“Oh no”

“Oh yes”

“No”

“Ohhh yes!”

It was 6pm, time had blurred together as Tara was busying herself with getting you ready. You both decided it would be the easier route to straighten your hair, and to go with a simple eyeliner and mascara than a full caked face. On the daily you made the effort to apply mascara and eyeliner but Tara suggested a pop of color to which you reluctantly agreed. You knew once you got there you’d be splurging in the variety of alcohol they undoubtedly had so opted for a matte red lipstick. Within that time you had discovered Ethan had been in cahoots with Tara and Quinn for the past two weeks in order to have your ‘costume’ ready. The whole thing made you feel wrong, like you were being pampered for him, after all this was his money you were wearing. A part of you however felt like a high school girl getting ready for her first date, maybe over time you had grown a deeper passion for him. You spent more time together than you had even stopped to realize before. Besides that you hadn’t minded him sneaking into your room almost every night like some forbidden love. It was forbidden in all reality, it was wrong, sick, insane, but the sweet boy had weaseled his way into your heart. So as you sat here sitting in front of your mirror, spraying some perfume and patting down your hair, a smile made its way onto your face.

You held open the door for Tara, Quinn opting to stay home with her latest catch, you two started walking to the frat house. The cool air against your body helped as your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d pass out. All dolled up for a man that was burdened with sins you didn’t even remember at this point because all you could think about was not making a fool of yourself. Walking into the party was a hard task, you were already irritated from the pushing and shoving you made a beeline for the hard liquor. Tara had gone for something lighter and assured you it was okay to split up since Mindy and Anika would be with her. Chad had texted you once Tara told him you had made it, so after you had a cup of malibu with a drop of pineapple juice you started to make your way to the boys. By the time you got there half your cup was empty, in all honesty without it you’d be a shaking mess. Chad had grabbed you before you could confront the bitch you had jabbed her heel onto your foot. He always knew you were hotheaded, never scared to scrap with a random chick for fucking with you so he had to be your voice of reason.

“You just got here, try not to get kicked out so soon,” he joked as he walked you over to the doorway they’d stationed at. “Besides, lover boy has been waiting so patiently for you,” he whispered in your ear, playing it off like he was looking behind you. Ethan stood there in his nerdy cardboard costume, a bucket shaped ‘helmet’ on his head paired with a crooked smile. His eyes however held something mischievous, you hadn’t noticed until Ethan put a hand firmly on your waist that Chad left you two alone.

“I was starting to worry that you stood me up, especially after I bought this for you. I hope you can forgive me for taking things into my own hands, I wanted to spend at least one normal night with you.” Ethan spoke next to your ear over the loud music, it was almost too intimidating for you. One hand was on your waist, and the other loosely holding your wrist like he was scared you’d leave him. You laughed nervously before downing what was left in your cup, setting it down on the nearest table.

“It would’ve been rude to reject your gifts, besides it wouldn’t hurt to go out every now and then.” You placed your hands on his forearms, trying to hold your composure as everything felt so overwhelming. His eyes were sharp, like he was trying to read your expressions as if they were hard to decipher. Both of you were still in each other's presence like you were basking in the meld of your auras. For a moment it felt comforting like there would be no consequences and maybe it was the full cup of alcohol or the scenery but you want nothing more than to feel his plump lips against your skin. It would’ve been sweet if it weren’t for a red headed bitch completely inserting herself into your short conversation.

“Oh my god Ethan Landry with the basket case, what a match made in hell. Two losers made for each other, how disgusting!” Audrey, you knew her name purely because she had been a lowlife that thought too highly of herself. She had tried to get Ethan to be her lap dog in a few classes, always batting her eyes trying to get him to do her essays. He never went for it, he wasn’t some stupid jerk off dying to hump her leg like most of the male population on campus. You had been itching to ring her by that orange hair of hers, especially now.

“Oh get over yourself, you’re just a ran through whore clinging to whoever you think you can push around. Honestly it’s a bit sad how all you have now is some fake tits your daddy bought and loose pussy.” To say you shocked yourself would be an overstatement, but you didn’t expect all of it to come out so easily. Hell even Ethan looked at you as you practically ended her college reputation. The surrounding people catching on slightly to the tension turned the music down so they could tune in.

“I think you’re just mad because you’re a sad pothead with no future.”

“I think you’re just mad because you couldn’t get Ethan to do your work because the fumes from your hair dye killed your brain cells.”

“I’m a natural redhead!”

“Okay fire crotch watch how you talk to me before I check your attitude.”

“You won’t do shit you suicidal bi-“

The whole room gasped, the air felt too hot for you, you almost didn’t feel the impact on your knuckles. Ethan tried to hold onto you but you tore away from his grasp too quickly and before he knew it you had punched Audrey. For a moment you thought you drew blood, but you quickly realized it was the fake blood from her half assed vampire costume. She tried to get back at you but she tripped over her hooker heels and practically fell onto you. Of course you shoved her back onto the floor, everyone laughed at her pathetic attempt at a comeback.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, you should take a nap baby.” You laughed as you watched her slowly rise from the wood flooring. Tears streamed down her face as her head hung down, too embarrassed to face the crowd.

“You’ll pay for this you bitch.”

“Oh boo, you whore!” She walked out of the room, the music quickly returning to its eardrum shattering volume. Ethan was leaning against the door frame by the time you made your way back to him. He had his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you walk back, his hands quickly resting on your hips.

“I’m not saying you didn’t scare me a little but… that was kinda hot.” Thank the higher beings for the colorful lights, your face was so red from both the heat and Ethan. Your chest swelled with pride as the serial killer applauded you for taking a swing at that stuck up bitch.

“Someone had to do it eventually, so will you come downstairs with me for a drink?” You pulled on his ‘chest plate’ as he nodded, following closely behind you. After a few shots and strong drinks Ethan had convinced you it was time to leave before you ‘got into any more trouble’. You weren’t hammered but not sober either, so of course he walked you to your apartment.

“How fun I get to walk through your front door this time,” alluding to all the times he’d climb through your window.

“No one ever said you couldn’t, I think the girls would’ve actually gotten a kick out of it.” You smiled as you walked through the door, already going towards your room. However before you opened it you realized Ethan had stopped following you. Instead he leaned onto the wall before your door, looking at you expectantly.

“Don’t act shy now Eth, you’ve been here how many times?”

“I told you I wanted one normal night.”

“Well if you ask me I think I preferred you just coming in through my window, no invitation required.” Again, his demeanor changed as his tall frame straightened and walked towards you. A small tilt of his head and then suddenly he was kissing you, it was rough, demanding, dominant. One of his arms wrapped around your waist before he reached behind you and opened your door. You stumbled back as he slammed it shut, locking it too before resuming the sloppy kiss. He walked you backwards towards your bed, lifting you easily by the hips and tossing you down softly. The diadem on your head was pulled off and placed on your side table, his helmet had been long gone, laying somewhere on your floor. He quickly pulled his chest piece off and threw it somewhere, shocking you in the process as his abs peeked from under the long sleeved shirt he wore under it.

“So you like the psycho killer version of me better than an econ geek?” His question sounded breathless, both of your faces flushed as he knelt between your legs. You dress barely stopping at your upper thighs, his hair messy and tangled from your hands.

“If I say yes, are you going to kill me mister ghostface?” You asked just as breathless as he was, a smirk plastered on your lips as you watched his expression mirror yours. You almost miss it, his god-like features distracting you as he pulls out a knife, pressing the tip to your throat.

“Of course not baby, I’d never hurt you, I’m just trying to figure out what you’re into.”

“Well this is kinda doing it for me if that helps.” He smiled before trailing the blade all the way down between your thighs, severing the straps of your panties. He didn’t pull the fabric off, not yet anyways, instead pulled his shirt off before leaving dark hickeys all over your neck and collar bones. Your fingers tangled in the mess of curls as he made his way across your exposed skin. Quiet sighs leave your chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body. His hips began to grind against you, the rough feel of his jeans caused you to shiver under his herculean body.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but the rest of your clothing had been tossed to the floor. Ethan's face was settled between your thighs as you neared your third orgasm. He was fucking you with his tongue as his thumb stayed on your clit, harshly overstimulating you. Your thighs couldn’t even squeeze around his head at this point, they rested on his strong shoulders, shaking and trembling. Tears were welling up in your eyes as your back arched off the bed again, crying out his name as you came on his face. He sat up, crawling closer to you as you trembled underneath him. All he did was smile softly, his canines poking against his lower lip. Your eyeliner had run down your cheeks, your hair tangled and frizzy.

“You look so pretty crying, shaking, and begging. I should’ve been fucking you like this every night for the past month.” As he spoke he traced your face lightly with the tip of his knife, his cock slick with precum as he rubbed it against your clit. Your legs shook with every move he made, you were far beyond overstimulated; this was insanity. You weren’t even sure if you were forming proper words as he began to slide his thick cock into your sensitive cunt. Your nails scratched at his v-line, no doubt drawing blood from his pale skin as he bottomed out. He hissed as he quickly drug his blade across the top of one of your hands. It was a small thin slice barely even bleeding, you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t watched him do it. Anyone would’ve pulled their hand away but it just made you dig your nails deep into his hips. He tossed the knife onto the floor and grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against your chest as he began to rock slowly in and out of you. Your head dropped back on your pillow as your mouth opened in a silent whine. His lips held a smirk as his pace sped up, head dipping down to your neck as quiet whimpers left his throat. You started crying as you felt another orgasm building from his rough pace, you bit down on his shoulder since your dry throat could barely let your moans out. He groaned at your action and seemingly went faster, you pleaded against his hot skin but he only kept on. Once his hands left your wrists to hold your thighs apart, your nails clawed down his back. The moans coming from him sounded so heavenly, almost pathetic despite him having full control.

He pulled back from you, fully sitting up but his brutal rhythm was unforgiving. He held your hips off the bed as he plowed into your throbbing cunt. Finally a stutter in his pace as he neared his orgasm. He groaned, his head falling back as his thrusts became sporadic causing your body to move upwards on the bed. Your hands braced against the wall as he lost himself in the build of his climax. You cried out into the dim room, your pussy clenching around him as you came. He fucked you until you were squirming under him again, he pulled out and came onto your stomach moaning your name lowly. Ethan stilled for a moment, until finally his hands dropped your thighs and he laid next to you. He pulled your leg onto his waist, pulling you against him as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hand rested on his waist and your head on his chest, it was finally calm again.

The next morning when both of you woke up, you walked into the living room to find the entire group. When they noticed you two together it was like they snapped out of a daze. They joked about how it took way too long for either of you to make the first move. It didn’t take long however for the dread to settle back in as the news reporter spoke of two college students being murdered last night.

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Hi I saw that you need ideas for Ethan landry.

So can u do x ethan landry x reader, where Ethans father told Ethan to date y/n for their master plan and Ethan doesn't have a problem. With it since he already has a girlfriend, but his girlfriend doesn't like him dating g someone else but he tells her it's only for the plan.

So Ethan met y/n and they started dating, but the reader is killer and she know Ethan is using the reader and he already has a girlfriend, so the reader punishes him during sex, and y/n makes a deal with him to kill his own girlfriend and let the reader in on his family's master plan.

And later Ethan starts having feelings for y/n starts forgetting about his other girlfriend the reader forced him to kill.

(Sorry if this is alot)

Hello!! Thank you so much for the request, it's never a lot. Dw! 😉 Sorry that it took me so long.

Anything

◇ Pairing: Ethan Landry X killer!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, degradation, crazy y/n, lies, murders, mention of killing

◇ Summary: Ethan finds himself tied to his "new" girlfriend's bed.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It had been a few months since you started dating your nerdy schoolmate, Ethan Landry.

A cute boy with curly brown hair and a sweet but attractive face, a pure geek who had managed to win you over.

Well— that was what the boy believed, the thing he didn't know and that you had omitted was that you knew who the real him was, you knew his family's plan, how his father had told him to approach you for the ultimate plan and how he was just using you since he already had a girlfriend waiting for him and warming up his bed.

It bothered you in a way but you couldn't blame him, in the end you were doing the same to him— you were using him.

Just like at this moment while he was tied to your bed, a lost puppy-dog look on his face. When you had called him and let him into the dormitory, playing the part of the good girlfriend who is so much in love with her boyfriend, you had surprised him and convinced him to participate in one of your little fantasies— so you had called it to get his attention and convince him, because even though he was a virgin he was still a man and you knew too well how to play with men's heads.

You had tied him up using pink, cloth-covered handcuffs in the hope of hurting him just for your own sadistic pleasure. His arms and legs were pinned to your bed, he was still wearing his clothes and you had just removed the blindfold of him after making him wait almost an hour.

"Hello darling" you whispered, putting too much emphasis on the pet name you used; your hand close to his face and your fingers almost gently stroking the skin of his cheek as you enjoyed the confusion and false terror in his face.

"I'll get straight to the point, I know everything— about the plan, your intentions and your girlfriend," you whispered as if it were a secret, only to tease him before licking his neck, enjoying how he started to tremble softly just because of your touch.

Your hand, which was previously resting on his cheek, moved down his body till to the zip of his blue jeans. You opened it and pulled out its length which was already hard and ready to be touched.

You gave him a few pumps before speaking again

"I want to be part of the plan, my love" you continued stroking him, watching his body and mind react to your care.

His back arched, his breathing became heavy against the headband you had used to cover his mouth, his half-closed eyes were full of lust and his face was flushed due to the sensation you were giving him.

"I don't like it when people use me, although I always know when it happens but that's not the point—" you paused as your phone began to ring, your hand moved away from his cock making Ethan whimper in pain.

You stood up and grabbed the phone, answering the call as if there wasn't a man tied to your bed at that moment; your demeanor was calm, relaxed and calculating just like your steps towards your wardrobe, where you grabbed a dildo you were hiding there.

Unfortunately you had to go take care of something and you had to leave your poor Ethan all alone, with only the vibrations against his erect cock to make him feel less lonely.

"I have to go outside, honey. I'll be back as soon as I'm done, be good," you said, leaving a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's forehead before walking out ignoring his whimpers and whines coming from him.

.

It took longer than it should have, in fact you returned almost an hour later to find Ethan still tied to the bed.

He had made a real mess with his cum and his body was all flushed from too much stimulation, you could even see tears rolling down his cheeks while his curls were stuck to his forehead from his sweat.

"Hi baby, I'm back. How are you?" You sat on the bed, watching him before removing the bandage from his mouth, finally letting him speak

"T-T-Too much!— T' much!" He kept repeating, crying until you stopped the vibration and began to clean him, taking care of his overstimulated body as he whimpered and spoke in a whisper

"L-love. Please set me free and kiss me— I'll do anything you want, anything!" Ethan quickly declared desperately, accepting the kiss and cuddle in an attempt to calm his oh so quick heartbeats not noticing your evil smirk

"Darling— I want you to kill your girlfriend and make me talk to your father. I want a moment of glory too, after all the murders attributed to the wrong killers." You replied, thinking back at your stolen murders.

Ethan nodded, his face hidden in your chest as he caught his breath; he didn't want to admit it openly but he had been falling in love with you since a few months now, maybe since the beginning but he had never noticed this confident and dominant side of you, not that he minded of course.

This way he could have spent more time together with you, without having to think about Melissa, his girlfriend— now almost ex-girlfriend due to a tragic accident that will happen in her house, some people even claimed it was a suicide.

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Memories ~ Chapter One

GF!Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Family Issues, Anxiety, Reader has Social Anxiety, Adult Language, Ethan and Reader becoming obsessed with each other, Angst but mostly Fluff, Mention of Affair, Mention of unprotected sex, Abandonment, Make out session, Implied Smut, Mention of nudity, and Lying.

Word Count: 3,281

Author’s Note: Here we are the first chapter of this mini series. I’m calling it a mini series since it’s only going to have just three chapters. Second chapter will be posted next Friday and then the last chapter will be posted two weeks from today. I got many more ideas for writing! Since some people want me to write more with Ethan I will probably have one shots take place where there is no Ghostface so in some one shots Ethan won’t be Ghostface. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter and I will talk to all soon!

Y/N is a freshman at Blackmore University. Y/N was born and raised in New York. Growing up she was always the shy and quiet type of person mostly because she grew up in a big family. She’s the youngest out of five children so she was always pushed around and was always walked all over. Y/N always felt like an outcast in not just school but in her own family so right after she graduated high school she left and never looked back.

She was able to rent an apartment that wasn’t far from Blackmore University, but she knew that she needed a roommate since she wasn’t going to be able to pay the rent every month by herself. It only took her a month to find a roommate who turned out to be a very nice and outgoing girl named Anika who is also a student at the same university. Since Anika is outgoing, she is the complete opposite of Y/N, but they did connect very well and are getting along very nicely. Anika has actually gotten Y/N to slowly come out of her shell.

When the fall semester started in late August Anika started dating a girl named Mindy and immediately connected with her friends. Anika had plans with Mindy and their friends to go play mini golf and she convinced Y/N to come since she only get’s out of the apartment to just go to class or to go work at her job at Starbucks right down the street from the apartment. It took a whole lot of convincing but when Y/N didn’t have an excuse on why she couldn’t come, she knew she had to go so she agreed to go plus like Anika keeps telling her, she needs to come out of her shell and just have some fun.

Y/N and Anika were sitting in the back of an uber on their way to the mini golf place. Y/N was very nervous since this would be her first-time meeting Anika’s friends. She’s met Mindy multiple times since she’s been at the apartment a lot and she get’s along with Mindy perfectly so why would she not get along with everyone else? Anika could sense Y/N’s anxiety, so she took one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t worry Y/N, they are going to love you.” Anika told her with a reassuring smile. “Okay.” Y/N said with a nod which did put some of her nerves at ease.

When the car arrived at the place Anika paid the driver since she already told Y/N that she would pay. The girls got out of the car together after thanking the driver. Y/N saw Mindy standing in the parking lot with three other people but the tall boy with curly brown hair got her attention right away. She was completely memorized by this boy. She hasn’t even said a word to him yet and she already knows that she’s completely falling head over heels for him.

“C’mon!” Anika said, breaking her out of her daydream. She grabbed her by the hand again and dragged her over to the small group. “Hey beautiful!” Mindy said to Anika with a flirty smirk. Anika let go of Y/N’s hand to give Mindy a quick peck on the lips. “Hey Y/N, so glad you decided to come.” Mindy said to her with a kind smile. “Thanks for inviting me.” Y/N said returning the smile.

She felt a strong gaze on her so when she looked in the direction of the stare, she noticed it was the boy she was staring at when she got out of the car. When her eyes met his chocolate-colored eyes, she could tell he went into panic because he quickly looked away. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up which she was hoping no one was noticing.

“Y/N.” Mindy said getting her attention back. “This is Chad my twin brother and our friends Tara and Ethan.” Mindy said introducing everyone to her as draped one of her arms around Anika’s shoulders. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” Tara said to her with a smile. “You, too.” Y/N said with a small smile. “Ethan is my roommate who is also single by the way.” Chad said with a wink which made Y/N’s nerves start back up. Did Chad notice her staring at Ethan before she walked over here? “Chad, seriously!” Ethan hissed as his cheeks were bright red in embarrassment. “What? Dude, I gotta get you out there.” Chad told him which made Ethan roll his eyes.

“Ugh, can we just go play golf!” Mindy said with a groan obviously annoyed with her stupid ass brother. Mindy was already walking towards the small little shack with Anika, so everyone quickly followed so they didn’t get left behind. Chad was nice enough to pay for everyone. Y/N was playing a game with the girls while Chad and Ethan stayed behind them and was just hitting their golf balls into the holes not keeping score since they couldn’t care less. Going mini golfing was the girl’s idea not theirs. Anika was keeping score for the girls.

As the game went on Y/N could feel Ethan’s eyes on her when it wasn’t his turn but when she would look at him, he would quickly look away. He must be as shy as she is. Y/N knew she was falling for the shy boy but thanks to her social anxiety, she didn’t have the courage to say anything to him so when Anika and her were on their way back to the apartment she didn’t get the chance to even say one word to him.

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It was the next day and Ethan was with Chad. They were heading to Starbucks to get some coffee before heading to the apartment Tara lives in with her older sister Sam and another person in the group named Quinn who was preoccupied to come mini golfing last night. Speaking of last night, Ethan can’t keep Y/N out of his head since then. He couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her. He has this urge to protect her at all costs which is scary to him since he had just met her and hasn’t even said a word to her. When she would look at him, he would look away to try and hide the fact that he was staring at her, but he knew she probably knew.

When the boys walked into Starbucks there wasn’t that long of a line, so they were able to order their drinks after about a twenty minuet wait. As they waited for their drinks Ethan spotted a familiar face coming from the back and behind the counter. It was Y/N who he figured just started her shift since she was putting on her green apron.

“Dude, what are you staring at?” Chad asked him but before Ethan could answer the question, he noticed Y/N which made him smirk. “Oh, you’re staring at your girlfriend.” Chad said to him. “She’s not my girlfriend!” Ethan told him in a stern tone. “Not yet!” Chad told him as he wiggled his eyebrows. “What?” Ethan asked with confusion in his tone. “Because you are going to go over there and ask her out.” Chad told him but Ethan shook his head. “Dude, you need to stop being so shy and just fucking go for it!” Chad told him and gave him a light shove in Y/N’s direction. He knew Chad wasn’t going to let him leave the building till he talks to her, so he took a deep breath and walked over to Y/N who just got done waiting on the last person in line at the register.

“Hey.” Ethan said, getting her attention. When Y/N’s eyes met his’, her heartrate sped up quickly. “Hi Ethan, right?” Y/N said in a curious tone suddenly getting this boost of confidence that she has never gotten before. “Yeah, Anika’s friend.” Ethan said with a nod. He doesn’t really consider himself Anika’s friend. He doesn’t consider himself anyone of them a friend in the group since they just pick on him. The girls just say he’s Chad’s roommate, so it took him by surprise when Mindy told Y/N that he is her friend. The person that is the nicest to him would have to be Chad. Yes, Chad can get on his nerves but that’s just part of Chad’s personality. He loves to get on everyone’s nerves so when he picks on Ethan he’s just joking around.

“Can I get you anything?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Oh no, I already ordered.” Ethan told her. “I uh actually came over here to ask you a question.” He said starting to sound nervous. “Oh, what is it?” Y/N asked in a curious tone. She was so surprised that she wasn’t acting like a nervous mess that he was since he was pretty obvious. “Are you free tomorrow night? If so, would you like to go out to dinner with me?” Ethan asked as he tried to very best to keep his nerves at ease. “Like as a date?” Y/N asked. Right after she said it, she cursed herself out in her head knowing that was a stupid question, but she had to know if the guy she had just met not even twenty-four hours ago was asking her out on a date.

Ethan answered her question with a nod, not trusting his words. “Yes, I will go out with you.” Y/N answered which took him by surprise since he wasn’t expecting a beautiful girl like her to say yes to a dorky guy like him. Y/N took a napkin and a pen from her apron pocket and slid it towards him on the counter.

“Write your number down and I’ll text you my address after I get off work.” Y/N told him. Ethan did what she told him to do, and he wrote down his phone number. He handed her the napkin and the pen back to her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” She told him with a sweet smile. “See you tomorrow night.” He said returning the smile and walked away back to Chad who he knows was watching the whole scene.

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When Y/N told Anika about her date with Ethan she was so happy and excited that she immediately took her shopping for an outfit. Y/N didn’t know where Ethan was taking her to dinner, so she didn’t get anything too fancy. She just got a short all black dress with long sleeves and a flowy skirt. When the next night rolled around Anika helped Y/N get ready for the big date. She did Y/N’s make up and curled her hair and put it into a low ponytail with some strands out on the side. After she was all ready Anika left the apartment since she had a date with Mindy.

Right when the clock struck seven there was a knock at the door. When Y/N opened the door to reveal Ethan he was starstruck by her appearance. “Wow, you look beautiful.” Ethan said as he looked at her in complete awe. “Thank you!” Y/N said as she blushed. She doesn’t feel nervous or shy towards Ethan at all, which is a bit strange since she’s that way with every person she comes across. “You don’t look bad yourself.”  Y/N said to him which was now making him be the one to blush. Ethan wasn’t dressed up too fancy either. He was wearing a nice navy-blue button-up shirt with a pair of black dress pants. “Thanks, you ready to go?” Ethan said to her. “Yeah, just got to grab my purse.” Y/N said and turned away from him. She grabbed her small purse that matched her dress.

She made sure her phone and everything she needed was in there. She grabbed her keys and stepped out of the apartment. She shut the door and locked it with her key. After checking to make sure the door was locked, she put her keys into her purse and turned towards Ethan.

“Okay, lead the way.” Y/N told him as she wrapped the strap of her purse around her shoulder. Ethan took her hand and led her down the steps and out of the apartment complex. As Ethan held her hand, she felt sparks go through her entire body that was a very new feeling to her.

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone as they walked down the sidewalk together. “It’s a popular bar and restaurant that has good reviews. It’s not too far from here.” Ethan answered, which just earned him a nod from her.

They stopped in front of a red building that was not too far from an ally way right across the street. Y/N followed Ethan inside the red building. He had already made reservations so when he went up to the hostess they were right away escorted to a table. The bar looked more crowded than the restaurant part.

As the night went on, they ate and talked mostly about themselves, so they got to know more about each other. Y/N seemed to be the one to talk the most since Ethan seems to have an issue opening up which she didn’t mind too much. The most he was private about was family. “What about you? Are you close to your family?” Ethan asked her. “No, I’m the outcast of my family.” Y/N answered looking away from his eyes. “Why do you say that?” Ethan asked her with concern in his brown eyes. “I mean if you don’t mind me asking.” He added quickly in a panic tone. He didn’t want to be nosey. The panic quickly went away when Y/N giggled signaling that it was okay for him to ask. “No, it’s okay.” Y/N started. “I’m okay telling my story since I’ve made peace with it.” She reassured him. Ethan gave her a nod to let her know that she could tell him her story.

“I was conceived by an affair.” Y/N told him as she looked back at his eyes. “One of your parents cheated?” Ethan said not expecting her to say that. “It was my mom. She cheated with one of her co-workers. I didn’t find out the truth until I was thirteen. I found out when the guy wanted to be apart of my life.” Y/N explained to him, trying her best to keep herself together but Ethan could already see the tears forming in her eyes. “Was he in your life?” Ethan asked her. “Kinda of. It’s like he would come and then he would be gone in a flash. He’s not in my life anymore. I don’t have anyone in my family in my life anymore since my mom treats me terrible and my siblings just look at me as a mistake because once the word got out the guy, who I thought was my father just got up and left.” Y/N told him as a couple tears made their way down her cheeks. Before she could wipe her tears away Ethan did it for her.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. You didn’t deserve that.” Ethan said as he left his hand on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “Thank you.” Y/N said in a soft tone as she leaned into his gentle touch.

When they finished dinner, they went for ice cream and then Ethan walked her back to her apartment. Of course, the night ended with a kiss which put both of them in lovestruck mode.

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As time went on Y/N and Ethan fell for each other fast. They didn’t even need to have that talk asking what they were and if they were official because they already knew. They were with each other anytime they were free. The only time they weren’t with each other was when they were in class or Y/N was at work. When they weren’t around each other their hearts would ache. They were getting addicted to each other but neither of them was scared.

Ethan was at Y/N’s apartment for a study date which they have had many of. When the clock hit ten-thirty Ethan started to pack up his stuff but before he could stand up from the couch Y/N grabbed his arm. “If you want, you can stay the night. Anika is staying the night at Mindy’s.” Y/N told him as she rubbed her hand up and down his arm as she looked at him with puppy like eyes. “Okay.” Ethan said as he put his bag back down onto the carpet.

She pulled him towards her and smashed their lips together. When he wrapped his arms around her waist the book that was resting on her lap fell to the floor, now long forgotten. Y/N put both of her hands onto his cheeks deepening the kiss. Ethan pushed her back so she could lay down on the couch and he could climb on top of her. He released from the kiss so they both could get air back into their lungs.

“I’m so fucking addicted to you.” Ethan told her breathlessly as he rested his forehead against hers. “I know.” Y/N said with a smirk and pulled his head back towards her so they could kiss again.

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Ethan was awakened by the ringing of his phone the next morning. When he looked over, he saw that Y/N was still peacefully sleeping. He quietly sat up in the bed. He picked up his boxers off the floor and stood up so he could slip them on. He grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his pants that were still on the floor. When he saw who was calling him, he cursed at himself in his head remembering where he should be right now. He answered the call and put his phone up against his ear.

“Ethan! Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to meet dad and I at his apartment a fucking hour ago!” He heard Quinn chew him out in a loud tone. Ethan hushed her not wanting her to wake Y/N up. “Chill the fuck out alright! I’m on my way there now.” Ethan snapped into the phone. He hung up on Quinn before she could say anything.

He picked up his pants and put the phone back into the pocket. He first put his pants back on and then his shirt. His jacket and shoes were still in the living room with his book bag. Before he could walk out of the bedroom, he heard stirring coming from Y/N.

When he turned around, he saw Y/N open her eyes. “Hey, where are you going?” Y/N asked as she sat up in her bed but keeping her bare body covered by the blanket. “Sorry baby, I forgot that I had to meet Chad somewhere.” Ethan lied walking over to her hoping she doesn’t see right through his lie. Of course, he can’t tell who he really is going to meet. “Oh, okay. Tell Chad I said hi!” Y/N told him with a sweet smile. “I will.” Ethan told her giving her a quick and sweet kiss on the lips. “I love you!” Y/N told him. “I love you more!” Ethan said what he always tells her when she says that to him.

He gave her another kiss on the lips and walked out of the bedroom. He put on his shoes and jacket. He grabbed his book bag and walked out of the apartment. He was so relieved that believed his lie.

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Uh, can I request a dark!ethan with quinn's scene in the bathroom but instead of her being the reader, where gf!ethan is waiting for her to fuck her w non-con. Thank you!

hope it is understood, English is not my first language

Rejected (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: Oh spicy! Yes, pretty sure I understand you! I hope this is to your liking, I changed some stuff from the scene in the movie. Danny doesn't see ghostface in the room. Went a little darker toward the end (oops) Thanks Anon <3

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: After rejecting Dark!Ethan when he asks you on a date, he's angry enough to kill. So he does just that, he kills your hookup and fucks you after. READ TAGS!

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Dark!Ethan Landry, Ghostface Ethan Landry, fem!reader, Murder, Choking, Unconscious reader, Dacryphilia, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, marking, biting, Face Slapping, slight slut-shaming. Don't read if uncomfortable with dark themes, other than that ENJOY!! 🥀

Banner by @straywords 🥀

Ethan has been obsessed with you from the moment he met you. Whenever he would come over to the apartment you shared with Sam and Tara, he would watch you so intensely, some of the times you noticed but it didn’t bother you too much, but it made you a little uneasy.

His eyes were so dark and fierce you felt like your skin might set ablaze. His eyes never leave you when you all hang out. All that ran through his mind was wrapping his hands around your neck watching you shiver under him as he forced himself in you. He wanted to look into your fearful eyes and see sweet tears running down your pretty face. 

About a month ago, Ethan mustered up the courage to ask you on a date, you giggled at his shy attempt to ask you out and rubbed his face, telling him you only see him as a friend. Those words haven’t left his mind since only playing on repeat as he laid in bed every night.  

It was late in the evening, The house lively with the gang spending time together in the kitchen, completely distracted from what was going down in the other room.

That was perfect for Ethan, he was preparing for his attack, hiding away in your closet. He was ready to kill the loser who just fucked you in two pumps leaving you disappointed and needy for more. Ethan was seething with rage because what the fuck did this fucker have that he didn’t? The fucker didn’t even make you cum. His cock half hard thinking about what he wanted to do to you. The fucker went into the bathroom leaving you alone in the bedroom. You slipped your nightgown back on and pulled out your phone, turning to the side. Ethan couldn’t wait anymore.

“Babe, you coming to join me?” The guy yelled from the bathroom; you met him earlier that night at a frat party, he was cute, and you were drunk. You put your phone down for a second to respond “No and don’t use my face wash it’s pH-balance for women” you yell, “yeah whatever you say” he yells back. You go back to your phone, giggling at the video you were watching. Unaware of the dark figure looming over you, after a few seconds of Ethan running his eyes over your figure, his fingers twitching desperately wanting to touch you. He slipped out of your room to kill that loser in the bathroom.

Ethan finished the job, he sighed out, fuck it felt good to kill that alpha fucker who was a two-pump chump. But what he had planned next would feel even better. Ethan slipped back into your bedroom quietly to not disturb you. You hadn't moved from your position. Ethan leaned over you in a quick motion, hand over your mouth, all his bodyweight pinning you to the bed the blade was at your neck, the slightest pressure pushing into you.

Your eyes widen, you gear up to scream as you meet the big dark eyes of Ghostface. You started to cry, Ghostface just stared down at you, his hand tight on your face. You screamed against his hand, your body shaking with fear, you were going to be killed. Ghostface shook his blade in your face, shutting you up instantly.

Ethan smiled under the mask; happy his plan was playing out perfectly. His cock was hard and leaking already. You looked even more perfect than he pictured late at night when had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, getting off to the thought of you. Your eyes were puffy and red, your tears couldn’t stop falling. Ethan took his blade and ran it down your short nightgown, tearing it in half and exposing your bare body to him, your breathing started to speed up at the realization of what was about to happen.

You heard a quiet moan from Ghostface, your blood running cold. “Scream and I'll kill all your fucking friends in the kitchen” Ethan said in the Ghostface voice making you shiver. You couldn’t let your friends die because of you. You shook your head quickly. Ethan took his hand from your mouth to squeeze one of your boobs he leaned his head down to your neck, rutting against your core, it took everything in you to not throw up at the feel of his hands exploring your body and the heavy breathing in your ear made your stomach turn.

Once Ethan got his feel, his free hand moved down to your wet pussy, his gloved hand stroking all over. Ethan was surprised how wet you were, and it was all for him. Ethan hovered over you to get a better look at your wet core. Ethan let go of the knife to remove his gloves. He had to feel you properly against his skin. He returned his hand rubbing your clit, you let out a soft hum, Ethan snapped his head up to see your face. It was exquisite, your face twisted like you were trying to hold back your pleasure.

That twisted his desire to get you to make more pretty noises for him. He wanted to hear you cry out, with that he pushed his fingers deep into you, hard and fast. You let out a broken moan, whimpering for him to stop. “p..please stop, please” you pant, with your lips quivering. Ethan let out a half laugh. “Why would I stop when you feel so good?” he said rutting faster and making circles on your clit with his thumb, determined to make you cum...hard. “Fuck you feel so good y/n” Ethan moaned your name lewdly. Your eyes widen, your thoughts running a mile a minute now, trying to think who the fuck this was. You didn't have much time to think, your fear and arousal ramping up to another level, your orgasm threating to crash down on you.

Your legs start to shake, your back arches against him your chest raising, and he takes his other hand and grabs your boob squeezing so tight, he pinches your nipple, rolling it with his fingers. He wanted to bring your tit into his mouth and suck hard on your hard nipple.

You clenched down hard on his fingers, he’s breathing deep into your ear, encouraging you on. “Good girl, cum on my fucking fingers” Ethan growled into your ear. You came down from your high, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Between the crying and the orgasm that had you shaking uncontrollably you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Your head whipped to the side, your cheek stinging. “Wake up, we are not done yet” Ethan growls. His cock was painfully hard now, he needed to be inside you. Your eyes fluttered, Ethan grabbed your neck tightly he whimpered softly, fuck he wanted to do that all night. Ethan releases his hard cock with his free hand.

Your panic hits you like lighting you tried to squirm out of his grip but that only made Ethan more excited. He lines his cock up with your slit, Ethan rubs his cock up and down on your wetness. In one quick thrust, Ethan forces himself in you, he lets out a low moan, steadying himself, he felt like he was going to burst inside you. Ethan almost couldn’t contain himself and thrust hard a few times, this is the first time Ethan felt pussy this good, the only time, actually.

His hands choked you hard with each rock of his hips. “Fuck, you know how long I wanted to stick my cock deep Inside you?” Your head feels light, and you are barely able to register what he’s saying to you.

You reach up to tear his hands away, but you couldn’t find the strength. “Your pussy is fucking mine, only for me” Ethan pants as he drags his cock against your hot walls. “You’re so tight, I feel like I'm tearing you apart.” You could hear the smile in his voice, each word dripping with lust.

“I c-can’t-” you choke out before you feel yourself fading into unconsciousness. Ethan didn’t let go of your neck for a few seconds, watching you fall limp under him. Ethan pulled his mask off throwing it to the ground. Sweat beating down his face, his hair a wild mess. He stops his movement for a second hiking your knees to your chest so he can fuck deeper into your slick hole.

The only sounds that filled the room were Ethan’s desperate moans and groans and the wet sounds of him fucking sloppily into you. He kissed your lips roughly, moaning into your mouth. “You’re mine, you’re mine, all for me” Ethan chanted darkly. He moved his lips to your neck sucking and kissing the marks he left on you. He was so close; he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Ethan roughly grabbed your hips, making your back arch. He was gripping so tightly he definitely left marks. “Fuck baby, take my cum you little slut” Ethan pumped in you harshly one last time letting out a deep moan as he spilled inside you. Ethan slowly pulled out of you, watching your slit dip his cum.

Ethan kissed your lips softly, roaming his hands all over your soft limp body one more time. Finally, he sits up, tucking you under the covers. Ethan kisses your forehead and puts his mask back on before fleeing the room. You were out cold, breathing softly and completely unaware that your shy friend Ethan had attacked you and you never will know.