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helllooo can i request ethan landry prompt 22 and if possible mixed with 1? also trope 15!! please and thank very very much mll 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Yandere! Ethan Landry x Fem! Naive! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 5.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Things were going so well in the friend group until you and Ethan broke up because it seemed like he was hiding too much from you. After you broke up with him, things couldn’t have gotten worse – he was just obsessed. He got you anything and everything you could ever want, trying to woo you back into his arms, and truthfully, it was working. When Ethan – who is still a part of your friend group – joins everyone on a night out to a pumpkin patch and corn maze, it’s the smart idea to go into it, right? When your friends start disappearing, though, and you’re slowly being left more and more with Ethan – it’s starting to be more and more definite how much he’s missed you.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || still kind of in the scream universe but he doesn’t murder the friend group || sorry but it’s fall again — Halloween of course!! || implied rich boy! ethan || kind of OOC Ethan as well bcs he’s more confident || OOC friendship kinda bcs less paranoia? || dubious consent so please be wary || probably an extremely dark fic don’t read if you’re sensitive || dubcon touches || blurred relationship lines || ethan being slightly manipulative || gotta say that I love him with a mullet so he got a mullet || knife kink || unprotected sex || slight fingering || knife-fuck || rough sex || sex standing up || squirting || public sex || dacryphilia || choking || dubcon cream pie || attempt in baby trapping || coerced breeding || degradation and praise || again dark dark dark fic ||

“So, what did he get you now?”

Tara’s voice snapped you out of your trance of running your fingers up and down the diamond tennis bracelet Ethan had gotten for you. “A bracelet.”

Tara stood up and walked over to you, slowly taking your wrist to look at the bracelet with a gasp. “Holy shit, those are diamonds!”

You blushed madly, swallowing as you looked down at the tennis bracelet. It was encased in white gold prongs, attached together at each diamond that matched the same dainty white gold chain bracelet he wore on his wrist, too. Tara had pointed out that the chain he wore on his wrist had no clasp, which gave you the inference he finally went to go get a forever bracelet or whatever they were called that you could never take off.

“Yeah… they’re real, too,” you confirmed, swallowing. The first thing you did was test them, of course.

Tara’s exclamation gained the attention of Anika and Mindy, both girls quickly making their way over to see the new adornment on your wrist.

“Holy shit,” Mindy breathed, giggling slightly as she softly pinched it between her fingers. “I knew Ethan had money, but this much money? That’s insane.”

“He’s trying to bribe you,” Anika quickly interjects the fawning of your newest piece of jewelry, humming when she sees the matching necklace. “Is it working?”

A sigh escapes your lips. Of course it was working.

Ethan had secrets that you knew existed, and just the thought made your stomach twist, but you also knew that he made up for all those secrets he kept in more ways than one. All of the gifts that he gave you and every kiss and touch to distract you made your fingers twitch slightly, Anila snapping her fingers in your face.

“Earth to Y/N,” she spoke, tilting her head. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m doomed,” you groaned as you pressed your face into your hands, sighing. “I want to fuck him…”

“Oh my fucking god,” Tara cursed, facepalming as Mindy laughed.

“Oh, you’re so fucking screwed!” She continued to laugh before Anika glared at her, sighing. “How many times have you both had makeup sex?”

You groaned, pushing your face into your hands.

You both had had makeup sex a lot. Always. It felt like every day you had makeup sex.

“I don’t know why you keep breaking up with him if you’re just going to get back with him and fuck him,” Tara leaned her head on her hand, raising a brow. “Do you love him or his dick?”

The problem was that you loved both. Ethan had something extremely surprising down there, mainly because you truly never thought that a guy like him would have a dick so big, and you sure as hell would never let any other girl get the feeling of having Ethan’s cock almost destroy their insides. You did have to give yourself some credit in building up his stamina and condoning his sex drive though, plenty of mid-interrupted crash studies before exams ending with cum on a practice sheet.

“Both, sadly.”

Tara groaned with a dramatic roll of her eyes, then shook her head. “Why don’t you just ask him what’s up?”

Her words make you shake your head. You had already tried to get him to talk, countless times, actually, and he’d always tell you that you were ‘overthinking’.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug, but then Tara’s phone rang and she answered. You don’t really listen or process what she says, staring at your phone screen where Ethan’s name pops up as ‘Hamster’.

Hamster

just wanted to see how your day was going :) let me know if i can bring you guys lunch or something, chad and i are heading that way now

At first, you thought it was a little odd that Ethan was acting so casual, especially when you had just gone out on a date with someone that your other friend had set up for you. You hadn’t heard from him in a while, but Ethan had a habit of coming in whenever people left.

That’s when you looked up at Tara who smiled slightly as she hung up the phone, humming before she looked at you. “What?”

“Did Chad say Ethan was with him?” You tilted your head at Tara who’s brow furrowed, but then she shakes her head.

“He didn’t say it, but I might’ve heard him in the background. I don’t even remember anymore to be honest,” Tara sighs as she stands, right as Mindy takes your phone and starts typing.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” You squealed, giggling as you try to take your phone back.

Mindy doesn’t let you, only shifting and pushing her hands away. “Tara, what do you want from that Japanese restaurant downtown?!”

Tara runs back after the question is yelled out. “Oh!” She quickly takes your phone, typing. “Y/N’s pussywhipped boyfriend is getting me lunch…” she sings, giggling.

Maybe Ethan was pussywhipped, and that’s how he kept coming back to you. Or you were just dickwhipped and you kept coming back to him, but him being pussy whipped is a much better term and description.

Either way, he was on his way now — with just enough food to make everyone get straight back into his good graces for at least a few hours. Tara, Anika, and Mindy would all be at your throat later for letting him get close to your heart again, even when they are the ones taking advantage of his bribery.

With that, you texted Ethan what you wanted from the highly expensive restaurant downtown, then proceeded to turn off your phone and glare at your friends.

“You all are condoning this.”

Anika made a noise of protest. “Ah! No we’re not. We’re condoning the bribery, not the feelings that come with it.”

“You’re fueling it,” you correct your words, crossing your arms as they shrug.

“We get food out of it.”

You pause, then nod. “Fair point.”

It didn’t take long for Ethan and Chad to get there, bags of food in both hands that they set on the counter of your apartment. Chad greets Tara with a soft kiss on the temple as you start sorting out the food, a plastic container holding something none of you ordered with your name on it.

“I got you a dessert,” Ethan says, smiling slightly as he comes next to you. “I know you like mochi, and they made a fresh batch of ice cream mochi so I got you a few flavors.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you opened the box, just as he stepped closer and slightly peeked over your shoulder. “Thank you, Ethan.”

Softly, he hums, his hand ghosting your hip. It made you shiver, the sound of the TV turning on barely registering as he softly lets his lips brush over your neck, the plastic container cracking slightly in your hand.

“I heard the passion fruit one is really good,” he whispers, his breath softly brushing against the shell of your ear before your fingers twitch on the plastic. “You should taste it.”

“I-I will,” you swallow, carefully unwrapping the casing of the thin wax paper to see the ice pack that laid above the creamy treats. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he whispers back, shaking his head as he let his hand rest against your hip. “Is this okay?”

You wanted to say no. You truly, truly wanted to say no, but when you saw that white gold bracelet that matched yours, you couldn’t.

A nod of confirmation from you lets his hand settle on your hip, swallowing as his face tucked into the side of your neck. “I missed you, peaches,” he murmured softly against your skin, the nickname making your cheeks flush as his lips softly pucker against your neck. “You having a good day?”

You nodded as you raised the passion fruit mochi to your lips, the heat from your fingers slightly smashing down the ice cream in the tapioca starch putty desert that held the cold ice cream inside. His hands tighten slightly as you raised it to your lips, the purple mochi dusted with white tapioca starch almost reminding you of his cock when you put a cock ring on it.

Gently, you bit into the sweet that already started getting sticky in your hand, humming as the cold ice cream touched the roof of your mouth. You ate it slowly, humming as you tilted your head back to prevent the cold material to touch your teeth, Ethan quickly moving forward and pushing his nose into where your carotid was.

“You smell so good,” ge whispers, humming as he tilted his head slightly. “Is that the perfume I got you?”

Of course he knew that you were wearing the perfume he got you. All of the perfumes you loved he got you. Everything you loved he got you.

“Yeah…” you cover your mouth slightly as you finish the half in your mouth. “I-It’s the YSL one.”

Ethan only hummed softly — he really didn’t give a fuck about the perfume. He gave a fuck about the fact you were wearing it, and it drove him crazy. “Eat the rest,” his voice was hoarse as he spoke, the fact that he knew other people were here was out the window. He was focused on you and only you.

Slowly, he watched as you popped the rest of the dessert into your mouth, one of his hands coming from your waist up to your jaw to hold it. A soft whine escaped the slight part in your lips as you chewed the gelatinous sweet, his hips moving forward to push your pelvis against the edge of the counter and his hand to settle over the soft, plush skin above your slit through your jeans. His fingers settled between your thighs, middle finger all the way down to your clenching cunt.

He forced you to look back at him, his lips slowly pressing to your cheek before kissing a path to your lips. “I’ve missed you so much, peaches…”

You groaned as he kissed you, his hand holding your chin and pressing your lips roughly to his as his tongue pried open your lips. In instinct, your teeth graze his tongue which makes a loud moan come from his mouth, a soft gag escaping your mouth when his tongue runs along the solid piece of ice cream that settled on your tongue. You would’ve choked on the gelatinous mochi if he didn’t pull away, letting you swallow it as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

“Take me back, peaches… please, I can’t live without you,” there was a slight whine tone to his voice as your chest felt like a balloon was inflating in it, his lips softly puckering against yours. "Please... never leave me again. I don't know what I would do without you."

A soft sigh escapes your lips. How could you say no? “Y-You have… you have to tell me the truth. For everything. No lies, no secrets.”

He smiled this time, nodding. “Whatever you say, peaches. Whatever you say, my darling girl.”

His words made you smile before Tara yells for you both.

“Hey, Y/N! Isn’t that the guy that you went out with a few days ago?!” You finally looked at the TV, brows raising when you saw Taylor’s face. It was revealed that he was murdered by the killer they called Ghostface.

“Oh my,” you breathed, but a soft push of Ethan with his fingers to your cunt made you gasp and your face turn to him instead.

“Turn it off,” Ethan’s voice was strong as he softly kissed your shoulder, walking over and bringing you with him. “What are we doing for Halloween?”

You thought it was odd how fast Ethan moved on, but everyone quickly followed suit which made the slight alarm in your head disappear. You looked up at Ethan, a slight smile on his face as he tilted his head. “Y/N had said she wanted to go to a pumpkin patch. My dad knows a guy that runs one, and it has a corn maze, too.”

Chad immediately nods. “That sounds actually pretty fun! Sounds more fun than pretending to be kids under costumes.”

The original plan that Chad had made you giggle as Ethan smiled, looking at the rest of the gang. “Anyone else down?”

There was a bunch of agreement as they paused in their eating making you look back, about to stand to get your food before he put his hand on your thighs. “I’ll get it for you.”

You smiled, thanking him with a slight nod as he stood up as you sat down on the couch. He walked back to the kitchen as Tara threw a cucumber at you, raising a brow. “I thought you weren’t getting back with him anymore?”

You couldn’t help but groan, sighing. “We’re not back together.”

“Officially,” Ethan interjects, giving you your food and softly kissing your cheek. “I put your mochi in the fridge.”

“Sure seems official when you were basically fingering her through her jeans,” Mindy spoke, making Chad choke on his food, clearing his throat repeatedly.

“Ew! I’m eating!”

“So a pumpkin patch and a corn maze? Sounds good?” Ethan distracts from what Mindy said, everyone nodding in response as you stared at the now black TV.

How long ago did he die? He texted you right after the date saying he got home and that he would love to go out again. You had posted some pictures, too… Did someone see them? Did he see them?

“Hey,” Ethan softly kissed against your shoulder, tilting his head when he got your attention. “What are we going as?”

You and Ethan settled on going as the classic angel and demon, with you of course as the angel.

“Remember to stay in pairs,” Chad informed everyone as he fixed his cowboy costume, Tara nodding as she hooked her arm through his. “Especially if you go a different route.”

“I know this place like the back of my hand,” Ethan grinned as he took your hand and softly kissed your temple. “Just stick with me, alright peaches?”

You blushed, nodding as you fixed your white miniskirt and the faux thong strips attached to it. “I will.”

Anika and Mindy gagged dramatically making you roll your eyes and shove them as Ethan smiled. “We’ll be fine. Besides, there isn’t a killer here.”

The thought made you shiver. What if there was? What if he was following you?

You didn’t have time to think about that though as Ethan pulled you into the corn maze, his hand tugging you behind him as he kissed softly against your head. “What’s on your mind?”

“N-Nothin’,” you whisper, shaking your head as you look back timidly. It was just your friends following you, laughing and giggling. You couldn’t focus on them, not when Ethan was dragging you through the corn maze in the dark of night. It was certainly a night of multiple things, spooks from people being too loud and making you think someone was about to kill you, and screams from said spooks.

The corn maze was certainly living up to its name — even though Ethan said he knew this place like the back of his hand, you still ended up going into dead ends.

You knew Ethan was too smart to be doing this, but when you looked back, Mindy and Anika were gone.

“Wh-Where are the girls?” You asked, but Chad shook his head.

“They went their own way, but they’ll be okay,” he assured you as Ethan pulled you closer.

“Don’t be scared, peaches… you’re safe with me, and I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you,” he winked, smiling widely as he took a sharp turn. It was dark in this part of the maze, and each hair on your arms stood up straight as goosebumps sprouted on your skin. “Look at me.”

You looked up, inhaling sharply when you saw the Buck 120 in his hand. “Wh-What is that?”

“Just something to protect us,” he whispers back, basically cooing at you as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, right?”

Your thoughts were running a million miles per minute as you stared at the blade, swallowing. “So it’s… for protection?”

He hummed, nodding as he let the knife trail along your cheek. “To protect you from anyone who wants to hurt you.”

You let out a soft whimper as his hand cups your cunt through the lace panties you wore, his middle finger finding the patch of wetness from arousal coming from your cunt. “Promise?”

He hummed, nodding as he slowly took the knife from your cheek and put it back into the sheath in his pocket. “I promise.”

“You’re wet,” he whispers in your ear, humming softly as he kisses against the side of your head. “Soaking through your panties… how long have you been wet, hm?”

You tried to shake your head, rolling your hips mindlessly into his fingers. “O-Oh please… I don’t… don’t do that,” you whisper, shaking your head before he softly tuts into your ear.

“It’s okay peaches, I’ll be gentle,” he mutters as he unbuttons the sheath for the knife and slowly drags the handle and along your slit. “I won’t hurt you at all. Just gonna make you feel so good…”

You whined as he teased your fluttering cunt with the back end of the knife, his other hand pushing between the two of you and ripping your panties in two. As a gasp left your lips, Ethan let the butt of the knife slowly push into you, a groan leaving his mouth as he watched your hips move desperately.

“E-Ethan, it hurts!” You whined, but a shake of his head almost made the pain go away. It didn’t really hurt, not as much as it could’ve. The handle of the knife slowly kept pushing into you, and if you thought hard enough, you could’ve just imagined it was a dildo.

“No it doesn’t,” he cooed, softly kissing against your cheek as he carefully held the guard on the knife that was not there before. When did he slip that on? “It doesn’t hurt at all, peaches, doesn’t seem like it does… no, you’re enjoying yourself… enjoying getting fucked like a whore.”

Oh, your thoughts went to mush.

Your hips rutted on their own, a whine coming from your lips as you desperately tried to stop the rolling of your hips. Maybe he was right though, especially when a string of moans left your lips as he started thrusting the hilt of the knife inside of you. “Y-Yes… I like it, I-I’m enjoying it…”

He smirked as he shifted his grip on the knife, getting more leverage to thrust it as deep as he could inside of you. The handle of the knife was made of polished black wood, and the curve of silver on the butt pushed right against that perfect spot inside of you that just made you squeal. “I know you are peaches, come on,” he continued to coo, pushing his thumb roughly against your clit which made your hips rut. “Come on, I want to get you to squirt…”

Quickly, you started shaking your head, unconsciously rutting your hips with a whine. “N-No, Ethan-!”

“You can do it baby, you know I’ve always loved it when you squirt,” he whispers in your ear, his hand moving the hilt of the gun deeper inside of you, pushing so much so that the cool metal of the bolster finally pushed into you and the heel stayed cool against the sensitive ring of your cunt. “I want you to squirt.”

You were sobbing as you tried to stop rutting your hips, but it was muscle memory at this point — it felt like your body needed him. “Don’t do that, please-!”

“Oh, but you want to,” Ethan growled out, running your clit faster as your stomach began to clench. “I think I made you squirt the first time you came once, right? I’m gonna try to do it again.”

A sob escaped your mouth as you shook your head, holding his shoulders as his face hushed into the crook of your neck. “N-No, don’t do that-!”

“Shut up,” he growled out, pushing the knife upwards to get a new angle inside of you. The feeling made your mind blur, eyes rolling back as your mouth opened wide and your head fell back. “I brought us to a dead end, but you’re going to get someone to come down this damn path and find you humping on a knife like a fucking slut.”

You wanted to protest, but you couldn’t, not when your stomach was clenching and twisting. You were so close and he knew it, and you hated that. Another loud whine fell from your lips, your knees going weak before he pushed his knee between your legs, holding you up by pressing against your thighs.

Maybe this would be the second time that he would make you squirt on the first time you came, a whine falling from your mouth as your stomach clenched and twisted. You were about to cum, and he knew that – just by looking at your face scrunch up and a whine start to develop loudly in the back of your throat, tears pricking in your eyes so much that mascara already began dripping down your cheeks.

“You were so proud of your makeup today,” he whispers in your ear, the knife moving faster and rougher as you whine. “And you looked so pretty…”

You did look pretty, achieving that perfect look of pearlescent glitter on your eyelids, mascara bonding your natural lashes to strip lashes, and your entire face beat on point with absolutely no flaws – from your foundation to the matching highlighter on your cheeks to your still perfect lipstick.

“But now look at you. Mascara ruined, eyes all puffy…” he coos, one of his hands moving from your thighs to cup your jaw. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

You started to shake your head, but with one sharp twist of the knife inside of you officially made you cum undone, sobbing as you came on the end of the blade, a groan falling from his mouth as he continuously rubbed his thumb while holding the hilt of the knife inside of your cunt. He positioned his hand to hold the Buck 120 inside of you, rubbing your clit and thrusting it in and out of you to push you through your high.

“N-No, stop!” Tears continued to run down your cheeks as he kissed your lips, groaning loudly. “E-Ethan-!”

“Do it,” he growled out, his mouth opening wider to capture your mouth in his. “You’re so close.”

He continued to rub at your clit, groaning against your lips as you tried to back your hips away from him. “N-No-!”

A loud groan fell from his lips as you clamped down on the hilt of the gun, a sob leaving your mouth as you felt your stomach clench before all of the pressure slowly unveiled. You squeezed your eyes shut as he groaned, watching the streams of liquid get all over his black tactical pants you had chosen for him, soaking through his clothes.

Ethan laughs as he pulls the knife out of you, humming softly when he sees all of your cum on the hilt of the blade. He pushed it into his mouth, licking against the hilt as he pulled his hand away from your face and to start pulling off his pants.

“Ethan, I-I don’t,” you sobbed softly as he pumped himself, gasping when you saw his bright red tip already dribbling precum. Your eyes rolled back as he leaned forward, slowly pushing into you with a soft groan. “Oh goodness-”

“There we go peaches,” he whispers, smiling as he tilted his head back and pulled your legs around his waist. He groaned as he started to gently roll his hips, letting out a soft laugh as you held his shoulders. “Mmm, you’re enjoying it now, hm?”

Were you? You had to be, you were letting him do it.

So, with a shaky nod, you pushed your face into his neck and let yourself moan loudly into his ear. “Y-Yes… yes, I’m enjoying it.”

He laughed, nodding as his hips got faster and rougher, a soft grunt falling from his lips. “I know you fucking are… you were so desperate for me to fuck you that you got off on a fucking knife.”

You were eager to shake your head, whining as you tried to push him away, but soft tuts into your ear stopped you. “I-I didn’t mean to-!”

“Yes you did,” Ethan growled out, groaning as he pulled away from your neck to hold your face with a strong hand. “Yes you fucking did. You’re such a fucking whore for me, such a fucking slut. A desperate fucking slut-whore.”

You tried to shake your head but his hand wrapped tightly around your neck, eyes rolling back as he pressed pressure against your windpipe. Your vision blurred, a strangled moan coming from your mouth as his hips started to speed up, his cock dragging inside of you.

“You try to deny it… but you fucking need me,” he kept going, but your mind was so blurry that you couldn��t do anything at all, only moaning and taking his cock like an obedient slut. You didn’t fight him, not anymore – it felt too good, he always made you feel so good. “God, you make me feel so good, peaches… your cunt has always been so good and perfect for me.”

A whine left your mouth, nodding mindlessly as your hips started to buck on their own again. You wanted it so bad, you needed his cock. His thrusts were rough, pushing in and out of you, in and out.

“God, I’m going to cum,” he growled out, his hand pulling away from your neck which finally made you inhale deeply. “I’m going to cum inside of you…”

This was the only thing that made you snap out of it, whining. “W-Wait-! I don’t-”

“No,” he growled out, shaking his head. “I need to cum inside of you, please,” his voice gets whiny this time, the pause in his thrusts making you swallow back a whine of desperation. He was right, you needed him at this point. Your stomach was burning from overstimulation, a strong rut of your hips occurring as a result of his thumb sliding over your puffy clit. “Please let me come inside of you…”

You swallowed, trying to shake your head before he continued rutting his hips. His cock was dragging inside of you, rubbing and hitting against every sensitive spot inside of you, pushing and thrusting against that g-spot deep inside of you that made your stomach clench. Your eyes rolled back, he thrusted and thrusted so hard that you couldn’t think.

“E-Ethan-!” You sobbed, inhaling as his tip grazed so deep inside of you the knot in your stomach snapped and you gushed cum around his cock again. He was pushing you toward the verge of squirting again, and you knew that he would love that.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his hips speeding up as you bounced against the cornstalks. You hadn’t noticed how dark it was in this part of the corn maze, and it made your stomach twist in slight fear – or it was another orgasm, either one was possible. “Gonna cum…”

You tried to form words of protest, but it was too late as he thrusted his hips a few more rough times, his cock pushing into entire new areas that you had never felt before and made your toes curl as your vision went white.

The feeling of his hot spurts of cum made you squirm, the feeling foreign. Ethan had always used condoms, and this was the first time he had ever come inside of you.

You were too tired to form words of protest, whines coming from your mouth as you shakily held his shoulders, inhaling. “Ethan-”

“Hush,” he whispers, softly kissing your lips. “You can’t ever leave me now, darling… ever.”

ah, that was so fun to write! i'm sorry i took so long too -- but i hope you enjoy it! also, my requests are now open for young Coriolanus snow if you're interested in requesting for him!

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nastyaromatherapy · 4 months

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ok but what about ethan landry stalking the reader as ghost face for a while and him finally sneaking in to her house one night cause he can’t hold back. y/n she knew that ghost face was stalking her and she also knew that it was ethan so she puts a pretty lacy nightgown on and waits for him. he finds out that she knows because when he walks into her room she gets up from her bed and he pins her to a wall and she says something like ‘i want you so bad ethan’ so he fucks her till she can’t think or speak.

(maybe some praises like good girl and pretty girl but you definitely don’t need to write those in if those aren’t your thing)

ALSO i just love your writing so much like omg i even read some of your other fanfics for different characters even though i don’t want them cause i just love the way you write 😭

Ghostface's Good Girl (18+)

Your stalker, Ethan, couldn't hold back one night and went inside your house to take what was his.

pairing - stalker!ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 3.0k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, dom ethan, creampie, praising, minor slapping and choking, finger sucking, BJ, slight corruption, teensy size kink, ghostface ethan, whore reader, name calling, orgasm control

Ethan Landry loved you. However, it was all parasocial. You barely knew him. The only thing you knew was that he was Chad's roommate. You saw him occasionally when you were over at Chad's place.

“Hey, y/n,” he would wave to you at a weak attempt at getting closer to you. It was awkward, especially since at the time, he didn't know you and Chad were fuck buddies. He had always liked you and thought you were really hot.

You on the other hand, had never even thought about it. He looked so innocent, so sweet, and Chad was like his older brother. It'd be weird to screw with your fuck buddy's younger brother.

For Ethan, hearing the two of you fuck at night was both a blessing and a curse. He reveled in hearing your moans and begs, biting his lip to keep quiet as he touched himself to your sounds. He hated how it was Chad fucking you, hated more how you were whoring around, knowing Chad wasn't the only guy you were messing with at the time.

He knew that if you were his, he'd put you in your place. You wouldn't be caught with other guys because he'd be the only guy you'd ever need. And once you and Chad broke things off, that's when he started to stalk you.

I mean, before then, he would keep some of your belongings you left at his place as keepsakes and souvenirs, but only now would he begin what he'd label as stalking.

He started visiting the coffee shop you worked at more, too afraid to order anything or say hi; he'd just sit in a corner on his phone, scrolling through your instagram. When your shift would finish, at seven pm, he'd rush over to your place, arriving way before you did.

Straight after work you'd get into the shower, which pissed him off. As sick as he was, he knew he couldn't enter your house. There were no windows in your shower, obviously, and you'd keep your curtains closed.

Oh, when you finished, though, he'd watch through your bedroom window in ghostface attire as you dried and lotioned your legs, so badly wanting to feel your soft skin against his.

Everything about you was so delicate. You were so softspoken, even your whines which he heard through thin walls were pretty and angelic. He needed to know how it'd feel to corrupt you, and keep you as his pretty doll.

And he'd do this for nights, the same routine. Every night he'd watch you get out of the shower and get ready for bed, and it took everything in him to not just break in and take what was his.

Ethan Landry's secret was no secret though, which you found adorable. Did he really think you wouldn't notice him sneaking looks at the cafe? Did he really think you wouldn't notice his car parked in a confused neighbors driveway, every night you came home? Both you and him expected you to be scared, concerned, and disturbed. But in reality, you loved the idea of Ethan obsessing over you, and following you around like a puppy. You found it cute how he couldn't muster up the courage to just talk to you, and ended up resorting to stalking.

You tried amping him up, often discarding worn panties in the bin at night. Was the shuffling and tipped over trash raccoons? No, it was Ethan. At first. you just found it cute, like when a little boy likes an older girl that's way out of his league. It was only after a month that you started to question what being with Ethan would actually entail.

Would he by kind, sweet, and gentle, massaging your feet? Or would he be jealous, and violent? The thoughts kept you up at night. Oh, and the day you almost “caught” him, and he dashed so quickly he left his dainty Nancy Loomis mask, you'd say you were in love too. Your stalker, Ethan Landry, was ghostface. That only made things more exciting.

Day after day, it got harder and harder for him to not just go inside. After time, you decided to leave your door unlocked. He noticed, and it confused him. You'd never changed your routine before. Then he started to ponder, did you know?

One night, you changed your routine drastically. You oiled your legs, discarding the lotion you used to use. You dressed into a lacy lingerie slip, unusual since you usually wore a victoria pajama set.

He was already growing hard in his pants, his mask concealing his needy eyes. He was desperate to feel you, and needed to take a step inside. The stairs creaked as he walked up them onto your porch, and he hesitated before laying a hand on your doorknob. He sharply inhaled before twisting it, making his way inside.

You noticed his steps on the ground, due to his huge boots, and waited anxiously for him to enter your room. He slowly scurried his way through your house, finally opening up the door to your room.

He entered with the iconic ghostface head tilt, and your breath hitched. You slowly stood up, trying to hold back your blush for the masked killer who stood inches higher above you. Like lightning he pinned you against your poster covered wall by your throat, his hand easily wrapping around it. You left your mouth agape and choked a little, staring deeply into the dark puddles where the mask covered his eyes.

He noticed how you easily and willingly complied and softened his grip, letting you quickly let out short breaths. “I know it's you, Ethan,” you whispered breathily, and his face contorted- although you couldn't see, into a writhe of concern. “I want you so bad,” you whined, and your hands made way to under his mask, lifting it up to expose his face, curls frizzy since the mask wasn't lined with satin.

He suspected you knew, but he never actually thought his suspicions would be correct. He digressed, however, and continued his concentrated activities. “And you can have me,” he spoke, his voice low and seductive. “But know that your compliance labels you as mine. Do I make myself clear?” You swallowed and nodded, leading him to lean into your ear, his steady breaths making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Do I make, myself clear?” He repeated through gritted teeth, squeezing your neck tighter as he spoke, before slowly diluting while awaiting a response. “Yes, sir,” you choked out almost inaudibly, but he caught it.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he got even closer and toyed with the straps of your dress. When he towered above you, your head was tilted upwards to meet his eyes; his lanky yet broad figure was just as frightening as alluring.

“You're usually so talkative in class,” he whispered cunningly, dragging his gloved finger along your jawline. “Why so silent now?” He asked, alluding to your sudden meek behavior.

You didn't answer, but when you saw him continue to stare like a deer in headlights, you whispered, “I just want to be good for you.” He clicked his tongue and journeyed his hand up, from your jaw to your cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. With your mouth slightly agape, his thumb slowly shifted closer and closer to your lips, before finally making contact. You inhaled through your mouth slightly, mimicking a silent gasp.

His finger grazed your soft lips, lightly tapping it for you to open even wider, requesting entry. “Open,” he ordered when you didn't get the message. Once you furtherly gaped your mouth, he gave a nod of approval before sliding his thumb inside. Not needing to be told twice, you didn't hesitate to clamp around his finger, sucking it lightly.

“That's it,” he whispered as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb. “Just like that.” You moaned slightly around his finger, leading him to groan in response. The interaction made you so desperate and painfully wet, and you squirmed uncomfortably, your thighs awkwardly trying to gain friction on their own.

He noticed this and smirked, finding it cute how impatient you were being. With his hand still on your cheek, he stroked it gently, the skin so silky and the peach fuzz so soft. He was about to ask a question, so he removed his thumb from your mouth since he expected an answer. “Are you gonna be my good girl tonight?” He asked huskily, making sure you knew what you were getting yourself into, once more.

You nodded, which wasn't enough for Ethan, who wasn't reluctant to strike your cheek when you didn't answer, leaving a bright red mark. You cried in the form of a moan as his rough hand made contact with your dainty skin, finally realizing which Ethan you'd been fantasizing about you'd get tonight. A masked, violent, short-tempered killer. “Yes, sir,” you spoke.

He didn't feel you were ready for praise, yet, and he tossed you onto your bed, face forward. Your legs dangled off the edge, showcasing your tulle-trimmed socks. When you attempted to turn onto your back he laid his hand on it, keeping you in place. “Stay still,” he huffed, making you quickly do as told. He kneeled below your lowish platformed bed, flipping your dress up to expose you ass.

He leaned in, and you whined as you felt his hot breath against your almost exposed cunt. Your pretty white panties were still covering your pussy, although they were almost see through since they were so sopping. “God you're a slut, so fucking wet,” we muttered to himself as he hooked the gusset in his fingers, revealing your dripping sex.

He removed his gloves before sliding his fingers up and down your slippery folds, making you whine. “Ethan,” you whimpered, wretchedly grinding against his hand. He spit on your cunt, before licking a stripe down it, latching onto your clit. He groaned as he was living his dream of tasting you, hands spreading your cheeks apart for easier access.

“F-fuck,” you moaned as his tongue fucked your hole, kicking your legs a bit so you didn't get too overwhelmed. He chuckled when he noticed, making your lips flutter, slightly humiliated. Soft “ah's” left your lips, and they gradually grew louder and louder the closer you got.

You felt the warmth build up in your stomach as you grew more sensitive to each movement of his tongue as you neared the edge. “Ethan,” you sobbed. “’Gonna, cum,” you whimpered, and he responded by abruptly pulling away, edging you. You whined in disapproval at his absent tongue that was taken away without warning, wanting to cum so badly.

He laughed softly and stood, quick to pull you up with him by your hips. “I control when you cum,” he taught, making you nod before quickly remembering he disliked that. “Yes sir,” you whispered sweetly, your eyes large and doe. He smugly smirked at your response, “Good girl.” You loved the affection you seemed to gain from him.

“Now get on your knees,” he ordered as he removed his cloak, discarding it in a corner of your room. You kneeled below him, and he started to undo the buttons on his black slacks, pulling them down and kicking them off his ankles. He was left in his boxers, and your eyes couldn't pull away from his erection.

You started to venture your hands closer to his waistband, but for safe measure, you watched his eyes to see if he was okay with that. His eyes said nothing. That was extremely unhelpful. What you’d learned so far was that Ethan was often vague and not very talkative about what he wanted.

Noticing how he didn’t say anything and how he didn’t seem angry, you gripped his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles in a swift motion, revealing his erect cock. He gave a soft sigh as his dick was released and no longer confined.

He chuckled when he saw you contemplating whether or not to touch it, afraid of upsetting him. “This is the hardest you’ve ever gotten me,” he whispered perversely, smiling a little as he enjoyed this a lot. “Better than staring through windows, huh?” You asked, fighting your urge to just grab it and stroke him. He nodded and reached for his cock, stroking it gently.

“Open your mouth,” he spoke to you as he tapped the tip against your lips. You opened your mouth nice and wide to accommodate his girth, and he spoke words of approval, “That’s my pretty girl,” before sliding himself in.

Your mouth flooded with the smell and taste of him, making your eyes water a bit as it hit you so intensely. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed up and down the head, using your hand to stroke the base. He groaned, pushing into you a little further. “Fuckk.”

His curls covered his eyes as he looked down, watching you suck on his length, still wearing the cute nightie. When strands of hair covered your face, which made it harder for you to see him, you’d push them behind your ear, being loyal and giving your undivided attention to him. He loved when you moaned around his length, showing how much you enjoyed it.

Your mouth was warm and hot, and his cock relished in the higher temperatures that you engulfed him in. He threw his head back, absentmindedly thrusting forward ever so slightly, making you gag from time to time.

Your eyes were red as they burned with unshed tears, his scrotum feeling fuller and heavier the deeper in your mouth you took him. “God,” he moaned in a strained voice, feeling himself grow close. He didn’t want to cum yet, though, so he pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped for air as saliva dripped down your chin, feeling empty without his cock in your mouth. He smirked as he looked down at you and ordered, “Get on the bed.” You quickly hopped off your knees and crawled onto your mattress, and he was right behind you with a hand on your waist to help position you.

He clawed at your nightie before taking it off, pulling it up over your head. You were flipped onto your back, and he pulled your legs up so your feet were leveled with his shoulders. He pulled your panties off, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

“Please, Ethan,” you whined as he rubbed his cock up and down your wet slit, your cunt gaping, awaiting entry. He tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You swallowed and looked away, not answering him.

“Answer, bitch,” he fumed, placing his hand on your neck, squeezing your pipe ever so slightly. You lightly choked before attempting to speak, “P-please fuck me, Ethan.” He removed his hand from your neck and cockily smirked.

“Yeah? Does my slutty little princess need to be fucked by my cock?” He taunted, and you vigorously nodded in response.

Your breath hitched as he lined himself up with your entrance, and he threw his head back and inhaled before sliding in. “Fuck!” You yelped as he stretched you out so beautifully. Your legs trembled under him as he slowly started to thrust into you, his movements rhythmic.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip your soft hips. As he started to speed up, you couldn’t help but get louder. You turned your head around to try and hide your face, but he caught on.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice stern and demanding. You slowly turned your head back around, trying your best to suppress the faces he was fucking into you. He chuckled at the way your features contorted, especially when he went deeper.

Once he saw that your cunt was perfectly stretched around him, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to get a new angle. You were lifted off the mattress ever so slightly, as your leg didn’t reach that high naturally.

He started to fuck you roughly, his cock pistoning in and out of your starving cunt. “Ethan!” You screamed, which only made him needier. You could no longer suppress your moans now, as your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic. His hands clawed into your hips painfully, but you could only focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Do I do it better than Chad? I don’t even know why you wasted time on his lame ass; he didn't deserve someone as gorgeous as you. My pretty girl,” he groaned, each word getting whinier and whinier. “Yes, Ethan,” you cried, your toes curling. “You fuck me so much better than Chad; don’t stop, please.”

He gripped your hips so harshly that your ass was completely lifted off the bed. Seeing this, he picked you up entirely, slamming into you as you tried to hold on tight to him. “Fuck! Ethan!” You moaned as he took every inch of you.

“You’re mine,” he huskily whispered into your ear as he fucked the lights out of you. You nodded. “Yes, Ethan. I’m yours,” you moaned as you shut your eyes tightly, completely overwhelmed from the stimulation. “Can I cum?” You asked, and Ethan didn’t answer. His hands that were gripping your ass gave it a light smack, making you jump a little.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, going deeper, getting closer. “Please Ethan!” You repeated. “Please let me cum!” You whimpered as he tore your pussy apart. He couldn’t hold back anymore; your whines turned him on so much, and he buried himself in your cunt as he shot his load inside you. “Cum,” he whispered into your ear, and you wasted no time to release.

You screamed, and your legs vibrated as you came all over his cock, just as his warm cum filled your pussy. “Take all my cum, good girl.” After he calmed down, he put you back on the bed and joined you.

He laid on the bed and placed you on top of him, his hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. You moaned as he touched you, and then you moaned into his mouth as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against your pillowy ones, and from the way you whimpered into the kiss, he felt himself getting hard again.

“I want you to ride me, okay?” He asked, although it was meant as an order, not a question. “Yes, sir,” you obeyed. He ran his hand through your soft, untangled hair, giving you a peck. What you didn’t know right now was that you were now Ethan’s. You didn’t know before, but all this time he’d been training you to be his, to be his perfect fuckdoll. “Good girl.”

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