#ghost face x you

[scvrmqueen]

His Final Girl - Danny Johnson

Pairing: Danny Johnson / Ghost Face x Reader

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, blood, gore, trauma

Premise: You survive a brutal encounter with the Ghost Face. After revealing himself as Jed Olsen, your former coworker, Roseville is finally free from the killer’s grasp. Little do they know his work is far from over - and he doesn’t leave survivors. 

AN: Hi y’all! So pleased to introduce my first Danny Johnson piece. This was loosely inspired by the song The Perfect Girl by Mareux. Please like / comment / reblog if you enjoy, your interactions keep me writing! 

They tell you it's a miracle - a true blessing to have survived. To be a final girl.

Final girl. At least that's what the articles have painted you as, no one dared utter the blood-soaked moniker to your face. You became headline news, a gruesome tale reminiscent of the finest slasher movies. "Ghost Face Unmasked," the Roseville Gazette headline read, "Killer Disappears Leaving Only Surviving Victim."

You clenched the newspaper tighter, head swimming as the droning tone of your heart monitor continued to climb. His mask taunted you from the front page and the fresh wounds littering your abdomen throbbed incessantly at the sight.

Five stab wounds to the abdomen - those had been his killing blows. A jagged slice on your throat just beneath your chin. That scar had been incidental, a result of your futile struggling against his unyielding hold. Whispers of astonishment floated around the hospital, shocked that an otherwise meticulous killer completely missed your jugular vein and carotid artery. They didn't understand that it was a calculated move on his part.

"Can't have you bleeding out on me yet, doll face. We haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

You shivered at the memory, fingertips ghosting the gauze on your neck.

Prior to his deliberate unmasking, the Ghost Face was more ghoul than man. He was transcendental, a horrific concept derived from the most sinister ghost stories. He was the dread that permeated moonless evenings, spreading paranoia like wildfire in the inky depths of Roseville. He was the smooth, sultry whispers that promised death and suffering over static-laden phone lines.

But just as Ghost Face had been an entity, Jed Olsen had been just a man. A charming, carefully crafted persona - all effortless grins and placating quips. Roseville adored Jed, hanging off his every word as if the city would collapse without him. Perhaps that was why his enthusiastic interest in the Roseville murders - in Ghost Face - had been overlooked.

Unlike the rest of the Chronicle staff, something about Jed's amiable disposition perturbed you. His wide smiles never quite extended to to his eyes. Those chocolate irises always seemed to conceal something sinister, a darkness that you couldn't quite grasp.

Once when Jed was still shiny and new, before the murders, you had mentioned your strange observation to a coworker. You were met with eyerolls and condescending coos that Jed practically embodied good old American values.

If only you had trusted your instinct.

You had kept Jed at arms length until you couldn't. After the first handful of victims sent the city into a frenzy, the chief editor informed you that the star headliner required some assistance. Evidently, Jed had requested you as a partner specifically. After all, your previous coverage of the Night Stalker conviction had earned you the reputation of an excellent profiler at the Chronicle. 

The phone calls began shortly after your first article with Jed was published. Unlike his other victims who expired within a week, your game of cat and mouse had been dragged out over the span of several months.

“Oh, I like you, kitten,” he had said, his dark low chuckle still echoing in the recesses of your mind. “Let’s see how feisty you still are when I spill those pretty guts.” 

You were a shell of your former self when you returned to work. Though medically cleared, your coworkers seemed to share the sentiment that your recovery was too expedited. 

“You know, Y/n, you can take more time,” your editor had quietly advised, voice barely raised above a whisper as if his words would shatter your fragile existence. “No one will blame you if you’re not ready.” 

Fuck that. Fuck Jed Olsen. You’d be damned if he took this away from you. 

So here you sat, poised at your desk, alert eyes carefully scanning the outline of your latest article. Your coworkers had long since departed, an eerie silence coating the office as the natural light dissipated from your cubicle. Despite your can of mace and pocket knife, a staple of your wardrobe these days, you never felt safe alone anymore. But you couldn’t go home now. You had a deadline to meet, and you worked better without the sympathetic glances of your peers weighing you down. 

And yes, you were aware that working late in the desolate building wasn’t the best decision. In your defense, it had been a month since the incident. What paranoia lingered in your chest was quietly sated by the reminder that Jed was gone. If he wanted to finish you off, correct his unusually sloppy execution, he would have done so by now - your survival was headline news for Christ’s sake. 

Still, you recalled the note he left at his desk following the attack: Don’t worry, I’m not done. 

I’m not done. 

I’m not - 

The shrill ring of your desk phone swept you from your apprehensive trance. There was that familiar sense of dread. It coated your tongue and lingered on your lips, stinging your wounds and clutching your rapidly beating heart. 

It’s just a phone, you reminded yourself, it’s not him. 

Taking a moment to regulate your breathing, your hand paused over the white receiver. You could let it go to voicemail, you reasoned. The small defiant fire that still raged within you, the flame that refused to be snuffed, argued that he would win if fear controlled your every action. 

“Hello?” You answered, sounding more tremulous than you cared for. A familiar static responded. Attempting to compose yourself and appear unaffected, you asked a bit more firmly, “Hello, may I help you?” 

“Hiya, Y/n.” Click. You slammed the phone down, nearly hyperventilating. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. The authorities had expressed with finite certainty that Jed had skipped town, a hypothesis only further confirmed by his pattern of sporadic relocations. 

When the phone sounded once more, you were determined to ignore it. Sure, it would infuriate him, but if death was knocking at your door, you refused to play his sick game of cat and mouse. Still, a growing rage melded into the tendrils of fear curling around you - a wrathful affliction that accumulated venom in your throat. 

“What the fuck do you want, asshole?” You spat. The phrase ‘seeing red’ suddenly made perfect sense, as if your fury had extinguished your survival instincts. 

A mirthful chuckle followed in response. Before he could retort further, you ground out through clenched teeth: “We’ve played this little game before, Jed. Couldn’t think of something more original?” 

“Oh, dollface,” he sighed, “keep talking like that and I might just reconsider slicing you from chest to sternum.” 

Your breath hitched, an involuntary reaction at the memory of his steel blade. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, he added, “Ah, who am I kidding. Leaving survivors isn’t really my style, Y/n.” 

“Guess you’re not as good as you thought,” you sneered, determined to give him a taste of his own twisted medicine. Experience reminded you that Ghost Face was protective of his meticulously designed reputation - he had to be taken seriously, feared like the boogymen before him. If he was going to get under your skin, then you would be damned if you didn’t do the same. 

“Oh, I think you’ve felt just how good I can be, kitten,” he hissed, voice dripping with a suggestive venom. “Maybe I should refresh your memory? Remind you of just who you were screaming under, begging-”

“Fuck you.” Your interruption lacked the bite you intended, dimmed by the hot tears cumulating over your flushed cheeks. “Fuck you, you psychotic piece of shit,” you rasped, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. 

He groaned - groaned, and the sound churned the pit of your stomach. “So mean, kitten, and after all we’ve been through together.” The spiteful remark you prepared died on your tongue as he continued, “but try as you might to wound me, not even you can ruin my good mood tonight, Y/n. Because I get to watch that pretty blood spill again, I get to hear those delicious little cries of terror again.” 

“Oh, and Y/n?” His voice dipped impossibly lower, his words caressing your ear and sending waves of chills through your body. “It’s Danny, not Jed. Be a good girl and scream that for me while I’m gutting you like a fish.” 

Ice coursed through your veins as the dial tone wailed in your ear. There was no time to spare contemplating the harrowing Deja vu that washed over you. Danny hanging up only meant one thing - 

He’s here. 

But this time, you were prepared. You moved to dial the authorities, reasoning that you could remain put and hold Danny off until their arrival. The police station was only ten minutes away. And if you didn’t bleed out in 30 minutes previously, ten minutes was child’s play. 

That was the plan until the phone line went dead, promptly followed by the office lights cutting out. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Well, Danny certainly hadn’t lost his flare for the dramatic. 

Fight or flight was a fickle thing. You had always been more inclined toward flight, reasoning that overpowering a killer who had managed to subdue men twice your size wasn’t feasible. Remaining in your cubicle awaiting a gruesome fate was out of the question, you had to at least attempt an escape. 

More knowledgeable after your first brush with the reaper, you knew Danny was out there, poised with that gleaning hunting blade. Concealing the canister of mace in your palm, you stepped out into the darkness.

Death didn’t frighten you anymore, you decided. If anything, death would be a reprieve from the horror he afflicted. Still, you were starved for revenge, determined to tear into Ghost Face just as he had you. Any hope for survival was minimal at best. But if you were going down, well, you would drag Danny to hell with you. 

“Come on, Danny,” you cooed, impressed with the smooth, taunting lilt of your voice. “Come fucking get me.” As you approached the entrance to the stairwell, eyes flittering around each shadowed corner, an inky figure emerged. He nearly would have blended into the night if not for the white of the phantom mask. 

Panic briefly seized your chest, though you remained rooted to the linoleum tiles. His head tilted, a mocking wave greeting you as his other gloved hand raised the signature knife. You were certain a gleeful grin was concealed beneath that damned mask. 

“Hi honey, I’m home.” You were briefly jostled by the lack of his voice modulator, taking a moment to soak in the previously comforting voice of Jed - no, Danny. 

There was no one coming to save you this time. The devastating realization nearly strangled you, burned your lungs with a vicious rancor. Danny stepped forward slowly, as if testing to see if you would flee. He was close enough that you could smell the thick leather of his gloves muddled with the coppery waft of previous victims. 

Cautiously, you raised the hand not preoccupied with pepper spray, extending it toward his mask. Further closing the already miniscule distance, your hand grasped at his hood, tugging it down when he made no move to stop you. Holding your breath, you pulled off his mask. A tense silence permeated the air as your gaze scanned his sharp features, heart fluttering at the reveal of those dark, hooded eyes and crimson lips. 

“Why?” You asked, voice barely a whisper. He cocked a perfectly manicured brow, chocolate orbs piercing through you. His face twisted into an expression that reminded you of a lion prepared to devour its prey - a sort of ravenous hunger that made your scars pulse. 

“Because I can,” he responded simply, as if that were all the justification required. You didn’t flinch as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing you impossibly closer. He towered above you, head dipping lower so his breath could ghost along your jaw. 

“Because you’re mine.” As if possessed by the intensity of his confession, you didn’t struggle as his lips claimed your own. A guttural moan vibrated through his chest, hips digging into you. The slow ache building in your core prompted you to contemplate that perhaps if things had been different, if you weren’t the final girl of this story, you would willingly follow Danny to the depths of hell. 

Your reverie was interrupted by cool metal piercing the scar tissue of your abdomen. Blinding pain enveloped your senses, a strangled gasp escaping you as those crimson lips continued their bruising course. He allowed you a brief reprieve if only to lower you gently to the cool tile, moving to straddle your waist. The blade retracted before slowly digging in, once again targeting a previous wound. You couldn’t prevent the tormented scream that slipped from you. 

“That’s it, kitten. Let it out, let it all out.” He was taking it slow, dragging out your torture as if punishment for surviving. His knife remained embedded in your stomach, the sting becoming unbearable as a strained giggle tumbled from your lips. Danny’s eyes briefly widened before narrowing, his hand moving to the twist the blade. Hysterical laughter bubbled within you, hand clutching around the mace he had yet to notice. 

“See you in hell, Danny,” you chortled, teeth stained with blood. Sporting the psychotic expression, crimson smeared on your torso and lips, Danny couldn’t help but acknowledge that you had never looked lovelier. His amusement quickly faded as you raised the canister, releasing the toxin into his uncovered eyes. 

“You fucking, bitch!” Taking advantage of his temporary blindness, you gripped the handle of the blade, tearing it out of you with an animalistic scream. Before he could recover, you plunged the blade into Danny’s chest. It took the remainder of your strength to push through the taut muscle, your opposite hand clutching the back of his shoulder to lodge it further in. 

Twin crimson streaks pooled on his lips, a harsh cough spewing the liquid over your face. Ripping the knife from his heart with renewed ferocity, you rolled Danny off you, reveling in the way he slipped to the floor beside you. Blood descended freely from the wound, staining his suit and dripping languidly to the ground below. 

He laughed, the sound fading into a gurgle as blood pooled in his lungs. Unable to move from your spot, you turned your head to bask in the gory scene. Danny was already staring at you, lips upturned in a twisted grin as his hand reached for your own. 

“I always knew you would be my final girl, Y/n.” You smiled, real, genuine, pride swelling in your chest as you lay bleeding out. You did it. Though you would die for this victory, you relished in the knowledge that it would not be in vain. 

You prepared for the ebony tendrils of death to consume you, welcoming the endless expanse of eternal slumber. As your eyes fluttered, consciousness fading, a thick fog enveloped the office. It creeped steadily toward you, wrapping around you and Danny in a suffocating haze. 

You gripped his hand tighter, heaving your final breath. Unprepared for the inevitable realization that your story with Danny was far from over. 

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[megangovier]

Scream for me

Words- 287

cw: smut | hair pulling | slight choking | oral (m) | knife play | P in V | mdni

You're at home sweeping the floor on your hands and knees, listening to music with headphones in lip syncing the words of your favourite song. As you moved backwards you had bumped into something turning around looking up, a man in a ghost face mask was staring down at you. His gloved hand in your hair the other taking your headphones off "Hello princess." he said. Pulling you by your hair dragging you over to the chair he sat down, your hands undoing his belt he tied the belt around your wrists. Looking at his beautiful eyes you bopped your head up and down on his girthy cock. Moans and grunts from him vibrated to your already wet aching core.

Rubbing your thighs together he grabbed your chin "oh look at you pretty little thing, such a needy little slut for some slasher's cock huh" red blush crawled up your neck and cheeks, grabbing your head with both hands he slammed himself into your throat making you gag. "Fuck, just like that sweetheart! you're doing so good for me." Taking his cock out your mouth he told you to stand up and sit down on it "now slut, I want you to ride me like your life depended on it, while I hold this knife to your throat." As you slid yourself onto his throbbing cock, he slid both your tied wrists around his neck.

Cold sensation on your neck, goosebumps started to appear on your arms, nipples growing hard because of the coldness of the knife. You couldn't believe what you were doing, some stranger with a slasher mask on making you ride him with a knife near your throat. Is this how weird you've become? .

#ghostface #ghost face x you #slasher smut #slasher fucker #slasher movies #slasher fandom #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slashers #megangovier22

[final-girl96]

Chapter Seventeen

Stu

When we got a few miles out of town we stopped at a motel so we could clean up. We both needed stitches. Luckily we bought a first aid kit and stashed it in the trunk with everything else. We didn’t think we would actually need any of this shit. We didn’t think Sidney would fight back as hard as she did. I helped Billy bring everything inside the room before I went back out to the car and picked yn up and brought her inside.

I laid her gently on the bed closest to the wall. Billy had already claimed the one beside the window. We asked for a room furthest from the road so the car wouldn’t be spotted. YN was still unconscious and I was starting to get worried. She already had a concussion a few days ago. "I'm worried, man. She hit her head pretty fucking hard," I said. Billy rolled his eyes, "we could just kill her. It'd be easier that way. She's never going to look at you the same way."

"We are not killing her! We had a deal. She'll come around and understand. Just need some time and it's not like we don't have enough of it." I'd kill him before he even laid a finger on her. "Let's just get fixed up before I lose any more fucking blood. I'm feeling fucking queasy, man." He sighed but agreed. "Yeah. I think the bullet is stuck in my shoulder. Fucking Gale Weathers shot me!"

“Fuck. Fine, just make sure that shits clean.” I grabbed the bottle of alcohol and poured it onto a washcloth and started cleaning the blood off the wounds. It stung like a mother fucker but I needed to make sure it was clean. I looked back at yn, she was still out. "Ready?" Billy asked, holding up his knife that was now glowing red. I nodded, putting my hands on my head like I did when he stabbed me. "FUCK! FUCK!" I looked back over at yn to make sure I didn't wake her. I didn't need her waking up and seeing where she was while I was like this. She would probably run.

YN

When I opened my eyes I shut them again. My head was pounding. I slowly opened them again, noticing the room I was in was dark. There was a light coming in through the window outside. I slowly sat up on the edge of the bed and stood. I looked around the room. There were two beds, a tv sitting on a stand on the wall opposite of them. The light to the bathroom was on but the door was closed. Bloody shirts lay on a chair in the corner.

My head was hazy but It didn't stop me from remembering what happened. I was in a motel room and I had no doubt Stu and Billy were close by. I walked closer to the bathroom door and could hear the shower running. So one of them was in the bathroom and the other somewhere else. I closed my eyes when a wave of dizziness washed over me. My stomach was in knots and I started feeling like I was going to be sick. Bile rushed up my throat and I bolted for the door. As soon as I opened it I fell to my knees and brought up whatever was in my stomach. My head throbbed even more, the dizziness getting worse. "Look who finally woke up."

A pair of black sneakers came into view. I looked up to see Billy standing over me. He flicked the cigarette he had in his mouth into the dark parking lot. I scrambled away from him. "I wouldn't try to run if I was you. Stu made me promise I wouldn't hurt you. But ya know I see it run and I want to kill it." I backed myself towards the room. I knew he was right. It would be useless to try and run. I would never get past him and if I did he would easily catch me. And besides I doubt I could even run. "Hey, baby, you're awake!" I felt my body stiffen more than it already was.

They took me. They fucking kidnapped me! I felt Stu's hands slide under my arms and pull me up. I twisted and pushed him away from me. "Don't touch me!" I said, stumbling back towards the bathroom. Billy had come inside, closed and locked the door. He leaned against it and crossed his arms. Stu looked at me with confusion like he couldn't understand why I was acting the way I was. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay, babe." I shook my head, "you–you killed them. Casey and Steve. Himbry and Tatum. Sid–" Billy held up his hand. "Do you think we would be on the run if we killed that fucking bitch?!"

I flinched when he raised his voice and surged forward. "Hey, man! Back off and calm down," Stu told him, stopping him from coming any closer to me. "Baby, calm down, okay? I'm not going to hurt you and Billy isn't going to hurt you." I laughed out a scoff, tears burning the back of my eyes. Stu made a step towards me and I took two steps back, "don't come near me!" He stopped, jaw clenched and took a deep breath. I was pissing him off. “Just calm down. You’re not looking so good, babe. You should lay down,” he said, taking another step towards me. I turned and ran into the bathroom.

“Fuck!” Stu slammed his hand on the door right after I slammed it shut. I quickly locked it so he couldn’t get in. “Open the door, YN.” I backed away from it and sat on the floor in front of the tub. “Open the goddamn door! You can’t stay there forever. We’re living first thing in the morning.” The tears broke free and slid down my face, a hiccuped sob left my throat.

#stu macher #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher smut #stu x reader #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #scream smut #scream x you #scream x reader #scream imagine #scream fanfiction #scream #ghostface x y/n #ghost face x you #ghostface x you #ghostface smut #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #billy Loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #randy meeks #gale weathers #casey becker #steven orth

[imagine-workshop]

Imagine #9

Year made in:2022

A/N:Micheal talks in this so does leather face because Angel does that plus Angel loved the original version of Harry Warden

Extended version:

As Y/N sat staring outside the window not paying attention to the three men fighting behind her. “It’s kinda obvious that Y/N’s taste is more like mine! And May I mention I’m the only person she’s talked to!?” “So what Ghostface? Half the time she doesn’t know who you are either a horny teen or an adult!” Leatherface just sat beside her which caught the girl’s attention as she looked at him and tilted her head in confusion. “Their fighting again” She nodded her head but reached under her chair which confused Leatherface until she handed him a valentines box. Knowing her it might have a bloody heart but no it was a skinned face. “I know you like skinning your victims face to wear them so I thought you might’ve like it…” her voice sounded raspy and muffled but that was the first time leatherface heard her voice. “Thank you Y/N. I love the gift” “good..because I don’t have any more patience to skin another persons face for you with all so respect…” “Bubba! Get your ass overhere we need you!” “Coming! Have a nice day ms Warden” “you to leather..” She went back to looking out the window thinking of that bitch Axel who took her kills and who she’s chasing.

“The hell did she say to you!?” “She gave me a face!” Leatherface held the face up which made ghostface gag a bit. “She we all agree we love her” “Yes” “no one is sharing them?” “Basically” “May the best men win her heart” this was the day all of them began to try and Win Y/N’s heart for themselves and they aren’t willing to share her at all.

#gif imagine #imagine #female reader #fem reader #my bloody valentines x reader #my bloody valentines x you #my bloody valentines x yn #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers x you #Micheal Myers x yn #ghost face x reader #ghost face x you #ghost face x yn #leatherface x reader #leatherface x you #leatherface x yn #extended

[jxckchxmpi0n]

BOXER ETHAN HEADCANNONS

This has been on my mind for so long. Shoutout to the people who gave me some ideas 🙌 sorry for being short. I couldn't think of any [plus it's late and I haven't posted anything in a few days]

Mentions of NSFW | m.list

Ethan found an interest in boxing the year before he met you. He didn't mention that much, but when you came over to his dorm, you found his gloves and became obsessed.

He always has bruises on his knuckles.

Sometimes, if he's having a rough day and you haven't heard from him, usually due to arguments with his dad, you'll always find him at the rink.

The first time you visited him, he was fighting with another boxer. You sat at a bench watching him. Seeing him move so quickly was so mesmerizing.

On days he loses his matches, he will come back to his or your apartment so frustrated. You would help him out by making him feel good, but it was never enough.

He would then just become a different person and take his frustration out on you, but still be very sweet about it. "Fuck, baby making me feel so good. Taking me so well, look at you. You like it when I'm this, don't you?"

Everynow and then his walls would slowly have new posters to hide the fact that he punched some holes in them.

When you hang out, he will do his workout sometimes, and afterward, his hair will be sticking to his forehead. He'd be out of breath and sweaty. You never mind that look on him, though.

Once he's done with his workout, he would stand in front of the mirror and flex. Then, he would run to you and flex so you could touch his muscles. He always gets excited when he sees improvement.

"Do you feel that?"

"I do! Wow, look at you!"

One day, he forgot his water bottle at your apartment, so he asked you to bring it by. He was already in the rink, all sweaty and punching at his opponent. After his match, when he saw you, his face would light up.

"There you are, baby," he would then kiss you very passionately, not caring if the other saw.

Sometimes, when you're making food, he will just stand there and fake punch at you, and sometimes he really will punch you but not forceful. It would be the lightest tap ever.

You would ask about boxing all the time, which led him to show you some moves. He couldn't help himself in the end, but seeing you all serious and doing something he loves just turned him on.

After tournaments, you would wait for him to take a shower. The others would be gone by now, so you waited in the lobby. But you noticed a text from him asking you to come to the locker rooms.

He would then convince you to have a quicky. "That's it baby, fuck you feel so good"

Sometimes, when he's bored, he will sit there and just punch at your legs. Not hard or anything, just tap them mainly and make sound affects. "Psh boom pow bam psh"

On bad days, you would have to patch him up. His dad would get into his head, which made him doubt himself in boxing. "I know your dad says shit all the time, and he's wrong every single time. Do what you love! Don't listen to him, even if that means cutting him out of your life. If boxing makes you happy, do it!"

You would have so many first aid kit supplies, mainly for his knuckles, because he would split them so often.

Manz treats you so well!!

He will spoil the shit out of you! When winning matches, he always wins some cash, and more than half always goes to you!

He has this routine before a match, and if he doesn't kiss you, he believes he doesn't have good luck.

If he hadn't gotten a hair cut in a while and his hair was grown out, he'll let you braid his hair before he went to the gym.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader #spider avatar #jack champion imagine #ghost face x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #jack champion is all i think about #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #avatar spider #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water

[snufkins-boot]

Dc x dp idea: time travel yaaaay

Danny, Sam and Tucker get back from fixing some errors in the time line in France just before the French Revolution.

And sure Danny got mistaken for a French aristocrat that had died the day before they got there but it wasn’t to bad, it only made their jobs easier. It won’t be a problem for them.

Meanwhile Constantine, Batman and whoever the fuck else (imma say Hal, I love that green bitch) are exploring an abandoned manor in France after there being reports of strange, violent activity, and with their latest teammate Phantom not picking up their calls Constantine had to pull these two with him instead.

“Hey guys, Phantom’s a ghost, right?”

Hal sounds hesitant as Constantine replies

“Yes, why?”

“I think I found a picture of him living.”

and there on the wall is a picture of a long dead french aristocrat, with black hair and blue eyes but every other detail the same as Phantom’s

There on the wall sits a photo of Daniel Nightingale, a teenager who was possessed by a demon and killed two servants, then himself.

#Danny: you think me faking our deaths will cause any problems? #Sam and tucker: …Nah. #now naturally batman is going full detective trying to figure out whether Phantom is the teenager or the demon #Constantine is just a little horrified #and Hal is this close to becoming religious because he is praying phantom is the teenager #as if he isn’t praying to Danny #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompts #batman #dc comics #john constantine #hal jordan #green lantern #it’s currently 1am and I haven’t slept AT ALL #enjoy my sleep deprived rambles about silly ghost boy #also just for context the picture on the wall looks like the painting ‘the reluctant bride’ #I can see Danny having a resting bitch face #ghost king danny

[thatgrlnany]

Just thinking Simon "Ghost" Riley with freckles, but not really noticeable freckles, you'd have to get really close to see them. But it's the cutest thing ever when you're kissing, and he blushes real hard and you notice his small freckles. And he just starts to blush even more when you stroke his cheeks, slowly counting how many he has. Just after you finish counting the ones on his face he says.

"There's still much more in other places, baby."

#simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #simon ghost smut #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley #ghost face x reader smut #simon riley x reader #ghost #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you

[ciaoteamo]

No Touching!

pairings: ghostface x f!reader

summary: your friends take you to a haunted farm for a fun night out together. everything is going smooth until it’s closing time.

warnings: 18+ content, cursing, haunted farm, probs typos.

further warning: public sex, edging, dom! reader, crying, overstimulation, mommy kink.

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“Oh my god, look at that line” Your friend, Sandra, says. Everyone stops their talking to see the wrapping line for tickets.

“fuck man” Jacob says. You were here with 6 other people. Sandra and Jacob, (your best friends), and mike, olivia, shawna, and jada.

“oh look! the line for card is shorter” You say.

“ you guys have cards?” Jada asks. Everyone but you shakes their head no.

“you all can treat me to food” You say before hopping in line.

The tickets were 25 a person, you swiped your card and received your wrist bands. Everyone helped each other put them on. They all thanked you and you began walking around.

“jesús, the line for the hayride is longer than the one for tickets.” Jacob scoffs.

“what do you guys want to do first?” You ask.

“probably the hayride, they’re closing soon and it looks fun” Jada suggests. Everyone agrees with her reasoning and get into the long line.

You could swear that it took 40 minutes to be the next people up. You let the people with fast passes go ahead and end up on the last cart.

There were enough seats for at least 50 people in one cart. Your whole group were towards the left corner, meaning you were only invading each other’s space.

The tractor jerked before pulling off, taking people by surprise. The driver was funny and made jokes along the way to the first attraction.

You ride down a path decorated with tombstones, green lights, and zombie/ghost like people walking up to the carts to scare people.

You got the worst of it all. It had to be your seating area.

They had an interesting story of something like the plague, loud noises and slow eerie music play while they’re speaking.

Once that was over, you were on the way to the last area. This time, the roads were filled with more wooden fence. Grass along the sides had tombstones and spider webs in them.

You look ahead of you and notice someone with a ghost mask looking at you. You look away quickly, hoping he’d go for someone else.

Once you passed where he stood, you relaxed a bit. Until you saw people staring above you, that is.

You turn and he was towering over you, his cloak tickling your skin. Your heart falls to your ass as you scoot away and into Jada’s lap.

People laugh at you a bit and you laugh it off as well, still not looking back though. Jada chuckles and give you a friendly back rub.

“(Y/N), he’s gone” Jason laughs. You look up and he was telling the truth. You get back in your seat and start watching ahead again like everyone else.

“ouu (Y/N).” Olivia says.

“what?” You raise an eyebrow. You see the masked man walking towards you from the opposite side of the cart.

You gasp and immediately cover your face while getting close to your corner.

“please get back!” You laugh and hide.

“you know i can still see you right?” He says. His velvety voice too deep for anyone else to hear.

“mhm” you hum and don’t get a reply. You move your arms down but he’s still standing there, but closer than before.

You nervously laugh again and turn away. Holy shit, his voice was nice. You were told once again that he was gone, and this time he was gone for good.

You entered the last attraction, a dark and long shed. You couldn’t lie, you felt kind of sad seeing that he was gone. He chose you out of everyone on here to scare. You kind of liked it.

Once the ride was over, your friends wanted to go to the petting zoo. You told them you’d meet them there, you needed something in your stomach.

Mike offered to accompany you and the two of you went to eat. After around 10 minutes of waiting to get pizza, mike speaks up.

“i have to use the bathroom”

“okay! meet us back at the petting zoo, i should be there” You say. He nods and speed walks away.

You get your pizza and boy was it the best pizza you’ve had. Maybe it was because you were hungry, but everything about it was great.

When it was time to throw your trash away, you noticed a group of people conversing behind the bin.

“omg, i love your jacket! where’s it from?” Someone asks.

“oh, thanks it’s from…” You see the ghostface guy facing you along with the others. How did you not notice him? “um, fashion nova” You answer.

“i have to get one!” The girl exclaims. You give her a kind smile and walk away. You regroup with your friends and go through the other haunted attractions.

Corn fields, Haunted tent, Haunted trails. Until you finally reach the last maze. Your group got into the line and were in the last group before closing time.

You were the last in the group this time. Meaning you were going to be the person followed the most unfortunately.

They were getting so close to you that their costumes were on your skin, maybe it was for the scare effect.

You turn a corner and feel someone behind you again, jesus.

“why’re ya running?” His voice is right in your ear. You turn around and stop, noticing that your friends have gone ahead and there weren’t any other scare employees.

“what’s your fixation with me mr. ghostface” You cross your arms and he hums in amusement.

“i was hoping i could get your number”

“i don’t even know what you look like?”

“i can show you more than that, come with me” He holds out a hand. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the moment of truth.

Will you risk your life to walk away and possibly fuck this attractive stranger, or will you be normal and decline.

Well, you never were the normal type. He leads you to what looked like the center of it all. It was closed in by tents and tapestrys.

You were able to see a few people walking around, and heard screams and laughing from the maze.

A gloved hand is placed on your lower back, making you turn.

“what’s your name, beautiful?”

“… mommy” You tease.

“oh? well as you wish, mommy” You feel yourself clenching around nothing at the last word. The way it rolled off of his tongue with ease. You wanted to roll off of it next.

“you must be deprived” You tease again. He gently takes your hand and you stare into his black patches for eyes.

He places your hand on his chest and slowly moves it down to his crotch. You felt a big bulge in your palm and gave it a short lived squeeze. He groans and you chuckle.

“you’ve been hiding this all night?” You raise an eyebrow.

“only since i seen you” He replies. You hum and bite your lip, slightly pressing your thighs together from growing ecstasy. This time, you were the one to tilt your head in amusement as you crouched down.

You run your finger along his belt notches, stopping right at the buckle. You could feel him slightly urging you to move faster, but you didn’t care much.

You purposely took longer to touch him after that. So long that he was practically non verbally begging you.

You unbutton his pants and they slide to his ankles. You lick him through his boxers, earning a low moan from him.

His breath hitched once you peeled the fabric away from his wet tip. You assume the cold air did it.

You use your thumb to spread the substance before taking your tongue to do the same thing. His hands were held together behind his back while he slightly thrust himself into your mouth.

You kept going with that man until he was cursing every second. And right when he tossed his head back. You put your thumb over his hole.

“not yet” You look up at him.

“shit…” Be breathes. You do a “come here” motion with your hand and lean up against a pillar.

He walks over, trying to look cool still with his pants at the ankles. Your legs are picked up and placed around his waist.

He rubs his hand over your heated area and shakes his head. “i want to rip these open so badly” He says, placing pressure onto your clothed clit.

You jolt and curse. “…do it, i’ve got a spare” You smirk. Immediately, a hole big enough just to reveal your wet and aching vagina was torn.

And the cold air just made it all so much better. His thumb was slippery from your juices. He used that as lube to slide his fingers in and out of you.

“can i taste, mommy?” He asks, leaning over you.

“mmyou’ve been good, go ahead” You bite your lip. He slowly gets on his knees, making sure that you don’t fall, and held onto the pillar to maintain balance.

“could you take this off for me?”

You reach for the chin of his mask and lift it off. He was such a handsome man. You hold it to the side and he leans in, looking at your lips.

You put a finger up to his mouth and smirk. “not yet baby” You tease. Instead, He kisses your collarbone and trails down to the hood of your vagina.

He placed one final kiss on the lips and drew back with sticky strings attached. He licked his lips and dove right in.

His tongue was circling your entrance while his big hand squeezed at your ass cheek.

You were moaning all over the place, lewd noises, vibrations from his humming, his tongue working wonders, it was all too good.

He got you to the edge and you push his head away. You legs shook as you tried to calm yourself. You make him lay on his back and you sit on his face.

You were almost screaming out in pleasure, rocking your hips back and forth, absolutely soaking his face.

“shit, dont fucking stop” You moan, your were so close, one more lick and you’d be finished, you immediately sit up off of him but get pulled back down.

Your eye twitched as you went dead silent, orgasming right in his mouth. He lets you go and you take a few deep breaths in. You look down at his penis to find it standing tall with white substance dripping along the side.

“bad boy, ghostface” You say before looking up at him. His face was a mess from you but you could tell he was loving every second of this.

“you know you have to be punished?” You fake pout.

He dazedly nodded his head, not caring a lick about what you said. You reach behind you and immediately begin milking him for every last drop he had.

You were gentle enough to not cause discomfort, but firm enough to get him there quickly. He came 6 times. His eyes were doing nothing but shedding tears.

He whimpered and cursed as you drew the last one from him. He apologized each time he came, making you smile to yourself. When you finally stopped, he sat up, breathing heavily, you hugged his head to your chest and rubbed the back of his neck.

“ you were a good boy during that, ready for the reward?” You ask. You feel him nod and you hold his head up.

“ i need a yes”

“yes please” He says. You grind your hips on his lap. His hands firmly hold your hips and you rise up.

You feel his hard on once more, and slowly sit yourself on it. It was a bit of a challenge being that this was the first time in a while for you.

Once you got adjusted, you moved your hips up and down, thighs slapping his back to back. Wet sounds coming from his cum all over his legs.

You both moan so loudly, him from being inside you, and you from getting your g-spot teased with each drop of your hips.

Not long after, you feel your orgasm coming. But this one felt different. It felt better. He takes his unoccupied hand and used it to rub you raw.

Your mind was getting fuzzy and you subconsciously wrapped a hand around his neck, squeezing at the sides.

“fuck… yes” Your mouth hung open as the intense feeling crept upon you. You moaned aloud and slowly rose off of his dick, he didn’t stop his hands however.

Your legs shook as you came and squirted on his thighs. “FUCKKK” You let out. You almost started sobbing, it felt so good.

He came right after you, watching you experience that and seeing your juices flow down his wrist sent him over the edge.

He moaned and immediately collapsed. You both took time to catch your breath before helping each other clean up.

“that was amazing.” You pant, getting up to change your bottoms.

“i’ll say” He chuckles. You prepare to leave the area but he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

“when will i see you again?” He asks. You pick up his discarded mask and put it over your thigh, twisting the face to the back. You walk up to him and tug his collar to gift him with a short yet sweet kiss on the lips.

“whenever you need this back mr.ghostface” You say in his ear. “until you find me again, handsome” You wave him goodbye.

You take the emergency exit out of the maze to find your friends quicker and they were all waiting for you.

“oh for fucks sake (Y/N” Jacob says.

“where did you run off to?” Jada asks.

“oh, i was talking to one of the employees, he gave me this because he felt bad” You say before turning to show the mask.

“why is that a look, lowkey” Olivia comments. You laugh and walk with them back to the truck.

“well, regardless of freezing our asses off for (Y/N), we all had fun! right?” Olivia cheers.

Everyone agrees with her and begins to talk about the funny things you missed while away.

If only they knew just how much fun you really had tonight.

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spookyszn

#ciaoteamo #halloween #scream #scream x reader #scream x you #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghost face #ghost face x reader #x reader #now playing: spooky szn #scream smut #dom!reader #smut #fall #autumn #spooky #haunted house #billy loomis #ghostface smut

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Danny desperately wants to find the explosion guy. Tim is really good at covering his tracks... he didn't account for ghosts.

The explosions make it onto TV as purported terror activity and most people haven't heard of that part of the world much less ever given a second thought to care about it. The only real reason it gets reported on has something to do with the Justice League and... Danny knows too much.

He's been in training for Clockwork's court (which he's suspicious of- feels like kingly duty bullshit- but Danny is playing along out of curiosity for now) and he's learned a lot about how the living and non-living worlds collide. That means learning about CW's usual suspects- one of which just happened to have a ton of bases around the area Danny was seeing on the news.

It didn't take long for Danny to try to piece together that whoever blew up Nanda Parbat was trying to fuck with the League of Shadows, and was doing it successfully. Less green portals in the world the better, same goes for assassins. But it gets Danny thinking... Maybe he can employ similar tactics on the GIW Bases that keep spawning on the edges of Amity Park. It would at least set them back while he and his friends navigated the help line desk to request Justice League intervention. None of them can leave Amity Park, so outreach is going to have to be creative.

So Danny figures he'll just find the guy. Call up some ghosts who were there, or er, came from there and get a profile and track him down. But the ghosts keep saying it was The Detective. Annoying!

Danny goes full conspiracy theory, gets Tucker and Sam involved, and begrudgingly asks Wes Weston his thoughts.

He hadn't expected Wes to garble out a thirty minute presentation (that had 100 more slides left to go before he cut it off) about how Batman totally trained with a cult and so did his kids. Danny kind of rolled his eyes but... hey, new avenue of searching in the Infinite Realms at least.

The ghosts confirm that Bombs is for sure not Batman's MO- But maybe his second kid would know? The second kid was already brought back to life though, so no way to easily reach him... Danny starts to realize that this might be the work of a Robin now. Wasn't the red one known for solving cold cases? (Sam provides this information- its a social faux pas to not know hero gossip at Gotham Galas- everything she's learned is against her will).

It all comes to a head when Danny goes about the hard task of opening a portal for the guy to come through at just the right time, explain the infinite realms so he doesn't panic and then describe what the fuck was going on with the GIW. It takes months, just over a full year, of random (educated guesses) portal generating- Finally, Red Robin drops into the land of the dead.

"So, you're the guy I've got to talk to about explosions right?" Danny enthusiastically asks.

Tim thinks he's died and landed in the after life following 56 hours of being awake and plummeting off the side of a building into a Lazarus pool. Nothing makes sense about the kid in front of him.

"Yeah, I got a guy for munitions." Tim answers cooly.

"How do you feel about secretly sanctioned government operations that violate protected rights?"

"Gotta get rid of 'em some how. Need me to point you in the right direction?" This might as well be happening.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #long post #tim drake #red robin #tim and danny team up to blow up the GIW au #Tim being known as the explosion guy is my favorite and i will not let this part of his lore go ignored #Jason is the munitions guy obviously and the ghosts go crazy over the gossip it enlights when he helps in amity park #Danny one hundred percent is living for this working relationship- what a weirdo -danny hasn't met someone stranger than himself in a min #tim bartering his services for a few more years of life and danny just pikachu facing him #Tim wants to improve his relations in the afterlife be he still completely thinks hes dead #danny: dude ur still alive #Tim: yeah thats the goal but i'll help you meet your goals first and then we can negotiate #Danny decides to make the guy super ghost rich (thinking big Haunt real estate) and send him home #Tim blows up the GIW with no remorse and with all the data back up for proper justice to be served court side #tim returns from the dead and this is how the bats learn that he's the one who blew up nanda parbat all those years ago #it takes danny so long to find tim bc tim was spiralling and only after bruce got back did he get into a normal routine enough to get got

[froggibus]

Mask Off - Stu Macher! Ghostface

Pairing: Stu Macher! Ghostface x f! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW (w a sprinkle of hurt/comfort cause, cmon guys, it’s me)

Word Count: 2k

Summary: at a party at Stu’s, the last thing you’re expecting is for the masked killer to save you from the man who tried to assault you, or for him to take his turn right after

CW: SA, murder, blood, knives, violence, standard Ghostface stuff, breath play, knife play, unprotected sex (make good choices), creampie, blood kink?, hints of a mask kink, degradation, lots of dirty talk, reader is referred to as a slut/whore, they fuck next to a dead body, established relationship, soft! Stu, Ghostface reveal

guys I just watched Scream 6 and I am so soft for Stu rn idek why. i usually don’t write stuff like this but the Scream movies are some of my favorites (def not cause me and the final girl have the same name…definitely not) and I’ve had HARD ghostface brain rot lately so…here’s this lol

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Sitting on the living room floor of your boyfriend’s house, half drunk and watching movies, everything feels right. Sure, there’s a psycho killer on the loose, and everyone in the house is technically breaking curfew, but you couldn’t care less. Even with Randy geeking out over the Jamie Lee horror movie playing on the tv, you can’t complain. 

The guy next to you on the floor, a couple more beers in than you are, shuffles closer. You side eye him, but don’t say anything. You find yourself looking for Stu—you know how jealous he can get. But your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. 

You take a deep breath and another chug of your beer, hoping to calm the nerves that have found their way into your stomach. You don’t like the idea of your boyfriend being MIA when there’s a killer around. 

Your nerves are shoved away when you feel a warm hand on your thigh. You turn to the guy next to you, who gives you a nod and a smirk. 

He must be an idiot, or not well versed in the politics of Woodsboro Seniors, or else he would know that he’s in your boyfriend's house, trying to feel you up. You roll your eyes, finish chugging your drink, and head upstairs to try to find your boyfriend. 

You don’t even hear the guy get up behind you. 

You duck into Stu’s room, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Not wanting to go back downstairs, you fall backwards onto his bed and relax into the sheets. They smell like him, and the scent is so comforting, it’s almost enough to put you to sleep. 

Almost. 

The door opens and you sit up instantly, expecting to find your boyfriend but disappointed to see the guy from earlier. 

“What do you want?” You squint at him. 

“You disappeared on me, baby.”

“Look, I don’t even know who you are, and clearly you don’t know me, or else you would know that this is my boyfriend’s house. And believe me when I say he’s the jealous type.”

He sits down on the bed, and you shuffle to the other side, drawing your knees to your chest. He seems to take that as a challenge, smirking even wider. 

“Your boyfriend never needs to know.”

“Get lost, dude.”

He’s on you in an instant, lips pressing against yours, body on top of yours. You shove him hard, but that only makes him lean in more. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. The reality of your situation starts to set in, and you drive a knee into his groin. 

He groans, pulling back and slapping you hard. He squeezes your face, eyes angry. “Listen, slut, hit me again and the killer on the loose is the last thing you have to worry about. Do you understand?”

You go to bite his finger but he clamped his hand over your mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

He presses his hand down hard enough to keep you quiet, trailing his hand up your stomach. You squirm as his hand gets to your chest, still trying to deter him. 

Just as he slips his hand up your shirt, you see the cloaked figure behind him. You let out a gasp that he takes as you enjoying what he’s doing. 

You think it’s a prank, that someone is just trying to scare the people hooking up at the party. But the mask…the cloak…it’s all too real. And then you see the glint of silver and your blood runs cold. 

You want to scream and run away, but at the same time, you want the man on top of you to suffer. You want to hear the knife sink into him and you want to see his blood come pouring out. And with the way he’s touching you, you would rather die than have to tell Stu what happened. 

Not that he wouldn’t understand, but because you’re sure things would never be the same. 

The guy doesn’t even notice the figure approaching, doesn’t even notice the way you’re almost crying into his palm. The figure, that the news has dubbed Ghostface, tilts his head at you. 

You should be scared, you should be running, but you aren’t. Something about him, something about the way he’s looking at you, makes you feel almost safe. At least, safer than the guy currently forcing himself on you. 

He pulls his arm back, revealing the sharpened knife once more, before driving it into the back of the man on top of you. He spasms, blood dripping out of his mouth and down your neck. 

Ghostface doesn’t let up, though. He drives the knife in and out of him, penetrating his skin over and over and over. The sound of sharp metal against soft skin fills your ears, and warm blood covers you. 

Finally, the man goes limp, and Ghostface practically throws him off of the bed. He crawls on top of you, replacing the dead man. His body is warm on yours, and he smells like blood and an almost familiar cologne. 

He slides the flat end of the blade across your cheek, down your jaw and onto your throat. You suck in a breath, trying not to let your fear show. You can hear his breathing through the mask, and the feeling of the cold metal on your skin sends waves of arousal through you. 

You should probably consult a therapist on that, given you survive. 

He pulls the knife away from you, tucking it into his waistband. You squint. Isn’t he going to kill you? 

He lifts up his hands, and for a second you think he’s going to strangle you. But no, he does something that surprises you even more. He removes the mask. 

You gasp, covering your mouth in shock. You’re not sure who you were expecting, but it wasn’t your boyfriend. 

He tilts his head at you, giving you a lopsided grin. “Sorry, baby. I lost my temper.”

You nod slowly, the idea that Stu is the Ghostface killer not quite registering in your mind. He wipes blood off of your face, licking it off of his fingers. Something about the action is so erotic that it has you clenching your thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice comes out strained. You’re not even sure what you’re apologizing for—for the guy who assaulted you or for your shock or for seeing him without his mask. 

He pushes the hair out of your face. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. You take a shaky breath, your heart pounding and your clit throbbing. 

His hand moves from your hair to your neck, squeezing gently. Stu was always fascinated with stuff like that—pain and breath play and knives. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t fascinate you, too. 

He kisses you, lips hungrily devouring yours. You can taste blood, but you’re not sure if it’s from his face or yours. His hand slides down your waist, bunching up the fabric of your t-shirt and sliding his hand under it. 

“Are you scared?” There’s a smirk on his lips, something dark in his eyes. 

“A little,” you admit. 

“Of me?”

“Not of you. Never of you.”

He just killed a man in front of you—on top of you—but you’ve never felt more safe. And that’s what scares you. Your own desires, your own fucked up thoughts and feelings. 

“You know I’d never let anything hurt you,” he taps his fingers on your throat. “I would never hurt you. You’re mine, and mine alone.”

You tug him to you by the collar of his cloak, shoving your lips against his. He smiles against you, tightening his grip on your throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough so that you can feel the pressure. 

He slides his hand into your pants, laughing at how wet your panties are. He rubs your clit through the fabric, moving his lips to suck and bite at your neck. 

“D’you want me, baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please.”

He’s ripping your panties off and tugging his boxers down in an instant, pulling up his cloak just enough so that he has easy access. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, gathering up your slick. He kisses you deeply just as he sinks his cock inside of you. 

You never get used to the stretch, the delicious feeling of him moulding your walls to the shape of his cock. 

He pulls out and thrusts back in, his cock going even deeper. You whine, throwing your head back. He laughs at your moans and keeps going, shoving into you at a brutal pace. You cry out in response, the moans falling out before you can stop them. 

His hand clamps over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. Do you really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me? Do you want someone to walk in on you fucking the killer like a whore?”

His words only make you wetter, pussy clenching tighter around him. It only eggs him on more, his thrusts becoming harder and more forceful as he nears his high. 

“Mm, I forgot you like being my slut,” he laughs in your ear, gasping whenever you clench around him. “Fucking me in the bed of the guy I just killed for you?”

You hate how much his words turn you on, hate how they only push you further towards your climax. You dig your nails into his shoulders, bunching up the black fabric. 

He slams harder into you and you know he’s close. You wrap your arms around him, tugging him in closer. He thrust a few more times, movements sloppier, before his cock twitches and you’re filled with hot cum. 

The feeling of his cum pooling inside of you is enough to send you over the edge, leaving you a whimpering, shaking mess beneath him. 

He kisses your forehead, holding you closer to him. “As sexy as you look covered in blood, you should probably change.”

“What are you gonna do?”

He plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, ‘kay?”

You nod, rolling out of his arms and standing up on shaky legs. You’re covered in bed, your clothes absolutely soaked through. You head straight for the bathroom, soaking a cloth to wipe the blood from your skin. 

“Y/n,” he knocks gently, “I left some of my clothes out here for you to change into. Go through the window and head through the basement door—I don’t want you getting caught up in this.”

You change into his clothes, trying to ignore the light bruises on your throat and thighs. You love how his clothes fit on you, though. You love being claimed by him. 

You do as he says, sneaking through the basement door and pretending like you were just bringing up another case of beer. 

Randy turns his head to look at you, and for a minute you think that you’re caught. He’s going to say something about your disappearance and change of clothes. 

Instead, he just shakes his head at you. “Where’ve you been? You missed Basic Instinct!”

An arm wraps around your shoulder, the familiar cream coloured sweater draping over you. “She was just helping me get more beer,” Stu shrugs. 

Randy makes a face, but says nothing. He turns back to the tv, and Stu takes that as an opportunity to kiss your neck. “Just so you know,” his voice is barely a whisper in your ear, “I’m keeping the mask on next time.”

#ghostface #ghost face #stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #stu macher ghostface #scream #scream x you #scream x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface smut #stu macher smut #scream smut #ghostface x female reader #stu macher x female reader #x you #x reader #x reader smut

[bluegiragi]

konig: why was that attractive

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#konig is evaluating a few things #give him some time he'll come to the same conclusion weve all come to #eventually #also please note ghosts reaction to seeing konigs face #i think konigs relationship to the hood and helmet is a lot less dependent that ghost's on his mask #but ghost doesnt know that #his immediate reaction is to leave because he feels bad for barging in #i just #want to emphasise that #hes not COMPLETELY a dick in this #<3 #i love you simon #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #like #hes mentioned #konig #cod mw2 #giragi art #ghost x konig #ghost x konig x soap #eventual

[final-girl96]

Chapter Four

“Hey, so is that offer still on the table for me to come over for movie night?” I asked Casey. She smiled, putting her hands on my shoulders, “yes! Is nine okay?” She asked. I laughed with her, “perfect! I have work after school so I can have Randy drop me off and I’ll grab a couple movies.” She linked her arm with mine and we walked to our classes together. This would be perfect.

I could avoid thinking about what the hell happened not only last night but this morning on the way to Billy’s. As soon as we got to school I got out of the jeep and ran towards Sidney over by the buses. I was so fucking embarrassed the rest of the way to school. Stu couldn’t keep his hand to himself and Billy kept laughing under his breath.

When lunch rolled around I walked to my locker to put my stuff away. “Hey.” Tatum bumped her hip against mine and opened her locker. “Hey.” I whispered. Fuck. Don’t be awkward. Don’t be awkward. “So I heard you and Stu broke up,” I said, shutting my locker. She took the lollipop she had in her mouth out, “yeah. It just wasn’t working. He's totally in love with you,” she laughed, wiggling her eyebrows. I scoffed and blush tinting my cheeks, “what? No he’s not.”

Sidney waved, criss-crossing her legs. "Hey. I see you met Tatum's boyfriend," she said. I laughed and sat between her and Randy. "Yeah. Gotta just love the pda." We laughed. "Hey, Ray, can you drop me off at Casey's after work tonight?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes. He rolled his eyes, "sure. I guess," he said. “You guys don’t mind if Andy joins, right?” Tatum asked, walking up to us. “Welcome to the gang, Andy. Hope you can handle it,” I said. I moved over so they could sit down, wrapping my arms around Sidney’s shoulders, hers going around my waist.

“Where are the other two?” Tatum asked, pulling out grapes. She’s always eating fucking grapes. “I haven’t seen them since this morning when we got here,” I said. “Probably in the bathroom playing with each other,” Randy said. I took one of Tatum’s grapes and threw it at him. “Don’t be jealous, Ray,” I told him. We laughed at him pulling a face of disgust.

“There they are,” Sidney pointed. Looking up Stu and Billy were walking towards us. “And where were you two?” Randy asked. “Ms. O’Donnell made us stay behind because we were talking while she was droning on about her dead husband,” Stu laughed. “Yeah and now we have detention after school,” Billy said.

Billy sat beside Sidney, sitting so he was facing everyone, one leg propped up and moved her to sit between his legs. Stu pulled me up and sat down where I was, then pulled me down on his lap. “She gave me a detention once for asking what her dead husband had to do with her lesson,” Tatum said.

“She’s batshit crazy. She once smacked me with a ruler when I asked if she killed all her husbands.” We looked at Randy and laughed. “She’s been married like five times. And they all died suspiciously.” He shrugged.

“Hey, you wanna stay over tonight?” Stu asked me. I twisted to look at him, “I work tonight then I’m going over to Casey’s. So I’ll probably just stay the night.” Stu nodded then looked over at Billy, who shook his head. “Looks like it's me and you tonight then, buddy,” Stu said to him. “Great,” Billy mumbled. We sat there the rest of the period and talked about the teachers having a normal day.

Things were good. No one made any comments on how Stu was much more touchy with me than normal. Or how he would just kiss my neck, or the pet names. It’s not like it was anything new but it kind of was? When we got up to walk back inside he walked behind me, arms around my waist. Then at the lockers when we were getting stuff for our last classes he kissed me before walking away. It’s like it was just normal for everyone.

But it made me anxious. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always wanted this but I just pictured it happening differently. And it was always more of a fantasy or a dream that would never happen. And the only thing I could think about was what if something happened between us and our friendship was ruined because of it.

At the end of the last class when the bell rang and I walked down the hall to my locker, Stu was there waiting. “Don’t you have detention?” I asked. He smiled, leaning on the lockers, “yeah. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for my favorite girl. I was thinking we could sneak into that one classroom at the back of the school. You know that has been abandoned for decades.” I looked over at him and raised my eyebrow, “why? You gonna murder me or something?” I asked, smiling. Stu laughed and moved closer to wrap one arm around me. “Never. More like fool around a little. You know since I won’t be seeing you later.”

“I think you’ll live, Stu. And what happened this morning was…” I cut off not knowing what exactly that was. I mean I know what it was. I just can’t process anything right now. “Fucking great. And I want to do it again. I bet if I put my hand in your panties right now, you’d be wet for me again.” He leaned down and kissed my neck. I pushed on his chest, “down boy.” I closed my locker, “come on, baby. Please. Look no one fucking cares. If they did I’m sure someone would have said something. We already act like a couple so why not be one.”

He was right. They probably all expected it to happen sooner or later. They were probably happy that it was sooner rather than later. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at those beautiful blue puppy eyes. “Yeah, okay. I guess you're right.” A grin spread across his face, eyes lighting up. “So does that mean you're mine?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, “I think everyone knows I’ve always been yours, Stu.” I squealed when he picked me up and ran down the hall to the back stairwell that led to the empty classroom.

As soon as we were inside Stu shut and locked the door. He turned and picked me up so my legs wrapped around his waist, he pressed my back against the door, lips crashing into mine. "Fuck. You should skip Casey's and come to my house tonight instead."

Stu trailed his lips down to my jaw and then to my neck. "I can't just… just cancel." He ground his hips into mine. The feeling of his hardness brushing against me made me moan. "Stu, I need… I have to be at work in twenty minutes." He hummed as he continued to kiss along my jaw. He connected our lips again and moved, to sit me on the desk that was in front of the chalkboard.

Pulling back, his hands went up under my skirt and pulled my panties off. I gasped when I was pulled to the edge of the desk and he dropped to his knees. "You're not going anywhere until I make you come." I threw my head back when his tongue slid through my folds. Lips attacked around my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue. My back arched when he slipped two fingers inside of me, curling and pumping them.

"Stu!" My hand went down to his hair and tugged, back arching off the desk. Stu's fingers curled in just the right spot and a loud whine slipped past my parted lips. He continued curling his fingers into the same spot, teeth lightly biting down on my clit. My vision started to fade around the edges as my orgasm hit.

Stu pulled away as I slowly came back down. He sucked his fingers into his mouth and hummed. "Better than I imagined. And I've imagined what you would taste like for a very long time." He helped put my panties back on and we left the classroom. "Ten minutes to spare." He laughed. He walked to detention and I rushed down the stairs and outside where Randy was waiting. "It's about fucking time!" He said. "Sorry."

#stu macher #stu x reader #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher smut #stu x you #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #scream x reader #scream x you #scream imagine #scream fanfiction #scream #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface #ghostface x y/n #ghost face x you #billy loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #gale weathers #casey becker #steven orth

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2

snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--

Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--

All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton

Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--

---------- Snippet 22: clone meet clone

Ellie, dramatically: Danny!

Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!

Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!

Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!

Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything

Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]

Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?

-------------- Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny

Ellie:...hey Danny

Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm

Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?

Danny:

Ellie:...its a fair question

Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.

------------ Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)

(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)

Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet

Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,

Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.

Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head

Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing

------------ Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)

Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:

Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--

Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*

Ember:

Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice

Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*

----------- Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)

Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing

Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees

Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?

Sam: probably

Danny: hm.

------------- Snippet 27: digging up cold case

Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....

Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)

Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along

--------- Snippet 28: sparring

Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting

Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.

Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.

-------- Snippet 29: daytime surprise

Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...

Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?

Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to

Phantom: *flips him off instead*

Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom

Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!

Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.

------------ Snippet 30: guilt

Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn

Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:

Damian: can i....

Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm

Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry

Danny: hm... I forgive you

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc au #dpxdc au #dp dc #dp dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #clone^2 #this made me realize that Danny's ghosts PROBABLY don't know what he looks like under the mask for a WHILE #they just know he's a pain in the ass and also human and also insistent to get them back into the ghost zone #danny being the battinson bat clone is THE funniest thing to me like goddamn. you're a drowned kitten #does this imply that none of his rogues have seen his face in the two years before he got damian? yes. but wraith knowing why ember is #silent and being indignant with baby brother rage is so funny to me. protective little siblings ftw >>>> #dany being battinson bat makes so much sense because clone danny has no powers and runs around in a hoodie and jeans and baseball bat #and battinson is the exact amount of lanky and tall wet rat that seeing phantom WOULD be unsettling if you saw him at night. #also sam and damian get along but i dont know or think that damian would ever trust her tucker or jazz like he ever would with danny #he likes them and trusts them to take care of danny and him (to an extent) but he like. TRUSTS trusts danny. #hhhh fuck danny is permanently the battinson bat in my head fUCK. it makes so much sense #danny resorts to Batman Grunts when he’s overtired + in pain + unfocused

[slashersidewhore]

Stu Macher! Telling his s/o he’s a Ghostface

Stu Macher! x f!reader

Requested? Yes

Warnings: established relationship, minor angst if you squint, Stu being unserious, Stu being kinda scary, silly guy moments, very brief allusions of being horny for ghostface, fluffy shit, reader is a little unhinged! (And that’s okay <3)

“Keeping your window unlocked isn’t safe.” A voice from behind you, a hand lifting the headphone from your right ear before letting it snap back down. Nearly toppling back in your chair, a hearty, familiar chuckle came from the stranger that had seemingly snuck into your room, the same stranger clasping a firm, rough palmed hand over your mouth as you went to let out a surprised yelp.

“I wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear and call the police,” Stu slid into view, that silly smile that was normally plastered on his face making an appearance. Heart calming down from the initial shock, you let your boyfriend swivel your chair towards him, releasing your face to plant himself on each arm rest, leaning into your face, “Your parents car isn’t in the driveway.”

“Jesus Stu, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were one of those killers,” Your boyfriend only giggled like he was a school girl getting scolded, which honestly, it kinda like he was. Goofily slumping his shoulders over, the man grabbed one of your forearms to pull you from your desks chair, heaving you into his firm chest before back stepping with you stumbling between his legs, “I’m serious, you couldn’t knock?”

“Baby, gorgeous, love of my life. I did like 5 times, you didn’t hear it over all the Metallica.” Frown slipping into a silly grin, you mumbled something about, ‘good study music’, before you were being thrust down onto your bed, back hitting your fluffy, white comforter. Stu adjusted you as if he was about to tickle you, before plopping down beside you.

“So your parents aren’t home and you didn’t invite me over, I knew it was too good to be true.” He sighed dramatically, peace long forgotten as he flipped his arms under his head, black hoodie lifting to reveal his slight midriff and boxer line.

“What are you even talking about-,” Before the sentence even finished leaving your lips the lumbering behemoth was tugging at you, pulling the curve of your waist to anchor you into his body and the warmth it emanated.

“Us, baby! I knew we were too perfect for one another and a betrayal was bound to happen.” You could tell by the slight pinch to his tone that he was joking, your eyes rolling so far back you worried it would remain. Playfully shoving his chest, you gathered your weight to the right before tossing one leg over Stu’s clothed waist, smiling as the man below you caught each of your hands in his, fingers intertwining.

“I think you’re full of shit,” You taunt, tongue sticking out as your body shook from the laughter below you, stomach filling with butteries as the sight below you was utterly adorable. Who knew such a man-child with no filter and a bad habit of bullying his friends could be such a cutie? Suddenly you were glad your parents had planned a date night, imagining them walking in to see this wasn’t a pleasant idea, no matter how innocent it was, “If anyone were to be betrayed, it would so be me. Have you met yourself?”

The silence immediately enveloping the room was deafening, in fact it was so abrupt that the smile on your face was wiped clean off. Had you said something wrong? He must’ve known you were just joking, that’s how it always was between the two of you. Teasing retorts and snappy comebacks. Gazing down at your boyfriend, it was almost eerie the way he watched you back, as if he was thinking something he wouldn’t even confess too after being put behind bars. You couldn’t tell if he was even still with you, the glaze in his expression akin to looking into the eyes of a wild animal, carefully coordinating its attack, “I have something to tell you.”

It was your turn to freeze, and although you were quite literally still on top of him, Stu felt miles away with the tone he used. He seemed almost, nervous? It wasn’t like him to be like this, and it made your face heat uncomfortably. What was so awful to tell you that it made him appear as a deer in headlights?

“Okay? So tell me,” You mumbled, and although it was quiet it was loud enough for Stu to perk at your response as his eyes fluttered shut, swallowing what seemed to be a lump in his throat before his eyes once again were on you, hands, while starting to sweat, kept their hold on yours, “Babe, you’re starting to freak me out.”

“Yeah well, promise you won’t run screaming?” Now that was a line to hear, what could he possibly be talking about? You didn’t even know how to respond to that, only nodding slowly as you tried to steady your breathing, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

“You know those murders, the really brutal ones going on around town, getting our classmates?” There was that edge to his tone again, almost like he once before, was holding back a laugh. The thought alone made your pulse race.

“Yeah?” The unease in your voice surprised yourself, wanting to sound sure and in control of the moment. Eyes slipping from your boyfriends, you let out a noise of shock when a knee from below and behind bumped against your ass, jostling you in Stu’s lap and effectively locking your eyes back to his. Where the tension had come from? You didn’t know, although it was thick enough to bite and pull a chunk off, heavy in the air.

“It was me. Well, part of them.” The causal demeanor he held felt like a gut punch, racing your mind clockwise to catch up with what he said as it chased around your thoughts. Breath stolen for a second, your throat tightened as did your thighs, lightly squeezing Stu’s midsection.

“Say something.” You didn’t think words would suffice the way you felt, his small demand unreachable as you gasped for anything to say, willing yourself to at least muster something.

“You’re the killer.” He shrugged like it was Wednesday and he’d just read you the lunches menu, like it was lukewarm spaghetti from a box and not a police file somewhere plastered with photos of dead bodies.

“One of them.” Another pause for breath, agonizing stare from below you didn’t fight or bother to look away from. He’d most likely just force you back. He was reading you, softly scanning your features for any sign of distress, and if that small, subtle gesture didn’t go unnoticed you didn’t know what would. You saw everything in Stu, you could analyze him in seconds and he did same with you. It was scary how well the two of you matched, which is why you were confused as to why you had missed all the clear signs of this. Stu wasn’t an idiot, he wasn’t parading around showing off the murders, so why would he tell you? Just to make you another victim? No, the softness, while barely visible, in his features told you otherwise. Maybe that was the same reason you felt the gradual heat from your burning lungs begin seeping downward.

“That’s hot.” Final. Just like the last look on your boyfriends face before he burst into laughter, cheeks fading pink from the exertion and dropping your hands to wipe at his forming tears.

“You’re so fucked up!” He sung, howling as you grew hot, hands finding their way to grab the front of his hoodie. You were practically on a bull ride from how hard this man was giggling beneath you, his vibrations tickling the undersides of your thighs.

“And you’re killing people!” You mocked, biting your lip to hold back your own chuckle when he only doubled down, hands falling to your hips to keep you in place.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing! Touchy touchy,” He grumbled, although it was clearly a facade through the Cheshire grin on his pretty face, sitting up with you in his arms before practically body slamming you to the side, knees between your thighs. You could purr at the way he nuzzled into your neck, humming with satisfaction at all the events that had transpired, “Next time you better lock your window though, I’m serious.”

Lemme know if y’all want a Billy Loomis version, this was fun to write

To OG requester, I hope what I wrote sufficed for what you asked! <3

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #stu matcher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #stu macher #ghost face #ghostface #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #slasher imagines #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #ghostface fanfiction #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Heat Wave

Ethan Landry x reader || m.list

Summary : ethan has been busy with homework all day when all you've been wanting is his attention.

Warnings : hair pulling, p in v, praise cockwarming,

Word count : 1.1k

Tumblr has been giving me a hard time for some reason, and so the anon who asked for this request, I really hope you find it! I would never ignore your request. I hope you know that ♡

Sitting on ethans lap while he tried getting his homework done was difficult. He felt you move your hips lightly back and forth every few minutes. He could feel his pants getting tighter on him, his body slowly getting warmer. His face filling with heat as he thought about being deep inside you. "Baby, please stop moving." his voice was whiney and low, and his hands dropped from his laptop to your hips. His fingers gripping your body, the feeling of them pulling you into him made you hum.

His face rested just a little behind your shoulder, his lips laying kisses all along it. "You've just been so busy with school recently, and I miss you." Your arm reaches behind him, your fingers in his hair.

Ethan's eyes fell onto his laptop as an idea popped in his head. "What if I told you I have an idea?" One of his hands falling from your hip to your thighs. "What if I treat you a little-" his hand dipped down to your pussy, his fingers slowly dancing over the material of your underwear. "-are really already wet just by sitting here?" His voice was light and teasingly, you knew he loved having power over you.

Your hand tightened in his hair, causing him to grunt in your ear, a noise you could never get tired of. "What's this big idea? Hm?" Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he started to move your underwear, tracing your lips. With your mouth open in a 'o' shape, he took the moment to grab your face, turning to face him. Watching your face as he toyed with you.

"My idea is that you sit on me...fully...." his words were being broken apart by the sound of you moaning. His fingers are now resting inside of you like he's trying to set an example of what he wants. Your hips bucking up and down, God you want him to fuck you so badly. "And as I rest in you, I keep working, and there will be no movement from you. At all. If I get my work done without you moving then maybe, just maybe I might fuck you"

As he kept talking, he started moving his fingers, in and out, in the motion like his saying come here. You were riding hand, hips finding its own rhythm. "Do you understand?" You couldn't fully hear him over your moaning, a smirk laid on his face as he watches you close your eyes. You were so close that you could feel the knot building in your lower stomach.

"Ye-yes please Ethan- can I cum?" Your eyes laid on his face as he looked down at his hand. He was watching your scrim under his touch, he could feel his cocktail twitch at the thought of being in you. The feeling of your warmth hugging him so tightly, being able to hear the sounds you make when he touches you in all the right places.

"Mmm not yet baby" he turned back to you leaning in, his lips landed on yours roughly, both of you were trying to control yourselves but it was hard when you both want to fuck each other mindless.

His hand cupped your throat, holding you still. You kissed each other, and both of your breathing had picked up. He had pulled away first. He noticed how you were out of breath and how your eyes were looking back at him begging like.

"Stand up for me for a second," his hand lifted, gripping your hips, helping you stand up. The shirt you were wearing was one of his, he bought it knowing you'd like the size of it. It rested below your mid thigh. He stared at you for a moment, excited about being inside you.

Lifting his own hips off of the chair, he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers. Seeing him made your thigh clenched. He held out his hand for you to take, "God, I live you so much." Wrapping his arm around your back, he pulled you in.

Hovering over him he grabbed his cock and lined himself with you, slowly you sat down. The feeling of him stretch you made you groan, nails gripping his shoulders as you kept going. "I know, I know, your doing so good for me. Taking me so well"

Once you were fully sat, it took every muscle not to rock your hips on him. "Fuck you feel so warm" Ethan was kissing your neck and leaving love bites. "So good to me"

Moving the chair closer to the desk made you move, causing you to moan out. "Fu-" airy breaths were escaping from your mouth.

"Let me work and then I'll give you more" to this you thought about him fucking you. You felt yourself squeeze him which made him groan "don't do that" He continued typing like it was nothing.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was soft and barely auditable. He kissed your cheek as he kept hitting the keys.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and you were starting to get greedy. You felt Ethan move his hips up just to tease you, "That's not fair." he looked at you with a smirk on his face. "You- you get to move, and I don't?"

"I finished my paper. you can move all you want." his hands gripped your hips, lifting you up so lightly before pulling you back down. A moan slipped out of your mouth, "Yeah, come on, let me hear you." Ethans voice was sharp as he felt himself move in you.

"F-uck Ethan, please, don't stop," throwing your head back, hands holding his shoulders. He sat still gripping your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

"Yeah, God baby you're so beautiful look at you, making all these noises for me" leaning his head back you took the chance to kiss his neck.

Marking him love bites, slowly turning creating purple marks. "I'm- I'm- so close" before you could process Ethan had picked you up and carried you to the bed. Laying you down you pulled you to the edge, lining himself again he hovered over you.

Moving faster and harder than before. "Look at you, eyes rolled back, God so sweet to me letting me have you. All of you. All mine" his voice was breaking between every word, his hips stuttering, he was close and you knew it.

"Yes, I-I I'm all yours, please I'm cumming" fingers gripped the sheets as the knot in your stomach snapped, ethan shortly followed behind, moaning out his forehead meeting with yours. "Maybe we should do that more often no?" You couldn't help but laugh.

"Always know how to treat me" he laughed with you, leaning down and kissed you. Sweet light and passionate.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion x reader #spider avatar #ethan landry smut #ghost face x reader #spiderman ethan landry #ethan landry x you #jack champion is all i think about #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic

[rxdidz]

⨳ ethan landry with a bad bitch gf !!

synopsis: yk those girls that have absolutely flawless makeup, speaks her mind, sarcastic, sweet to her loved ones n always has the cutest fits?? basically that’s you.

note: comeback era????? THIS HAS BEEN IN MT DRAFTS SINCE THR MOVIE CAME OUT MY BAD

hid his feelings for you because like EVERYONE liked you, why would you like him??

but you did like him

you were in class and you saw him come in late with a guy

you instantly thought “i want him” n it’s like you picked him out help

you ended up asking the professor to switch seats so you could sit next to him

after a couple weeks you got together 🤭

even though y’all are already together he gets flustered around you a lot

he’s always asking himself why your dating him

if anyone says anything about your relationship your instantly snapping at the person

worshipping you 24/7

“walk him like a dog” irl 😭 he’s constantly following you around like a lost puppy

always calling you sweetheart or pretty girl <3

basically begs for forgiveness when your mad at him because you scare him

he loves teasing you because you don’t expect it from him but when he does LORDD

he’s head over heels fr

he lets you do his skincare before bed 🤭

even let you do his makeup one time but DAMN he can’t sit still he kept giggling

your very protective of him, you threatened to fight a guy one time 😓

but ethan always reassures you that he doesn’t care what people say <33

it’s also vice versa but no one really messes with you ⁉️

him holding your bags when your shopping

that one cuddling position where he’s laying on top of you with his head on your chest is his FAVOURITE

HIS LAUGH AND SMILE ARE SO CUTEE

like you try not to but you just want to hold his face in your hands when he’s talking

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #scream x you #scream x reader #scream x yn #ghost face x reader