synopsis ━ on the subway at 3 in the morning, an obsessive man finds the chance to have you. during, ethan realized that you were as twisted as he was.
warnings ━ NSFW!!! smut 18+ yandere, public sex, exhibition, PinV, unprotected sex with a stranger, orgasm, both parties are shameless, reader discretion advised.
this is inspired off of the ONLY smut I've had in my bookmarks since late 2023, linked here.
inside of the study room in the blackmore university library, the warm light started to flicker dimly as you finally pack up your notes after twelve long hours of studying.
your eyes burn from staring at textbooks, and your back aches from the stiff rolling chair that had been spun more times today than you could count.
it's three in the morning, and the campus feels like a ghost town, even though most students will start to get up for their morning classes in 5 hours. thankfully, you only have classes on tuesdays, thursdays, and a friday morning lab.
it is wednesday now, you started studying after your last class yesterday at 3pm.
silence spreads throughout the library, except for one student who fell asleep on a small couch in the back, still not woken up by security or a staff member. the small noise in the distance is the distant hum of the big city beyond.
you sling your black tote over one shoulder, smoothing down your black polka dot maxi skirt that sways against your legs with each step.
independence has always been your armor, you've never minded doing things by yourself. your anatomy lab partner, tara, stopped by for an hour between 5-6pm, but that was so many hours ago which made it feel like todays ago.
right now, exhaustion makes you crave the solitude of your apartment bed more than anything.
you push through the heavy library doors, with the cool night air hitting your face like a wanted slap. its not too cold out, but the lack of sun makes it chilly. the large courtyard of the main college building stretches out before you, with shadows pooling under the ancient oaks that line the paths. your flats crunch softly on the gravel as you cut across, heading toward the blackmore uni metro stop.
the city lights twinkle in the distance, with new york's relentless noise calling you home.
however, as you walk across the big campus, you don't notice the figure trailing a few paces behind.
that figure being tall, muscular, with brown soft curls catching the faint glow of a streetlamp.
ethan's eyes staring ahead at you, soft yet piercing with an intensity that borders on obsession, lock onto your form.
he's been watching you for weeks. ever since he saw you at a frat party months ago, limerence for you has pooled his sick mind.
every step you take away from human society, down into the subway, pulls him to you closer like a moth to flame.
your feet down the metro stairs descend into the underground, with the air growing stale and metallic. sometimes, this stop smells like strong fragrance and onions, so you're happy that enough students were gone and nobody was around.
the echo of your footsteps bounced off the tiled walls and at the bottom, the platform is deserted with just a flickering vending machine and a couple of benches smeared with graffiti.
three am means that it is way too late, and the night owls have scattered leaving you alone with the distant rumble of an approaching train.
you glance at the turnstile, smirking to yourself. fare hopping is your thing, you guess. ethan noticed you doing it last week with mindy. nyc's too vast to walk, and thankfully you're not broke, just principled in your disdain for the system wanting to charge people for rides.
with a quick hop, you vault over the bar, landing lightly and speed walking toward the platform edge. unfortunately to ethan, your maxi skirt didn't ride up during the jump.
over the bar you look up, still oblivious to the man 20 feet behind you as the digital sign above blinks with three minutes until the next C train.
ethan watches you from the shadows near the stairs, his heart pounding.
he slips a metro card through the reader casually, but his focus is solely on you. once he pushes through the moving metal bar, he positions himself not too far from you close enough to ensure you'll end up in the same car.
you're oblivious, pulling out your phone to scroll through the barrage of notifications you've ignored all day with missed texts from friends, spam emails, and a reminder about tomorrow's lecture topic on thursday.
the screen's glow illuminates your face in the bright station, highlighting the dark circles under your eyes and the subtle curve of your lip balm covered lips as you dismiss the alerts.
three minutes later, the train screeches into the station with doors hissing open seconds after. you step inside the empty car, choosing a seat near the middle. once you sit, placing your bag down beside you, you can feel the vinyl cool against your thighs through the thin fabric of your skirt.
ethan follows into the car smoothly, claiming a spot across from you, with his black shirt hugging his broad chest and dark washed loose-fitted jeans shifting as he sits.
the doors close with a finality that seals you both in this moving cocoon.
you look up from your phone, and that's when you notice him being in here. in your mind, ethan is is tall, with brown curls tousled just so, and those eyes which are soft, but laced with an intense darkness that pins you in place.
he stares, unblinking, like he's memorizing every inch of you all over again.
alarm bells should ring in your head, but instead, a thrill coils in your gut.
ethan's gaze lures you, dark and magnetic, mirroring the shadows in your own personality. you tilt your head, a sly smile playing on your lips.
"are you going to keep playing eye tag, or come over to this side?" you say with your voice low, dragging, and teasing.
maybe 12 hours of studying was not healthy on your tired mind, and this was the consequence as entertaining this stranger without a second thought never makes you nervous.
ethan freezes for a split second, with his mind reeling from the directness.
if he weren't so consumed by you, so deep in his weird obsessive haze, he might've fumbled this moment and left at the next stop. however, he rises, crossing the short distance in two strides, and drops onto the seat beside you.
the train lurches forward, with the rhythmic clatter filling the silence.
not much is said since words feel unnecessary in this charged air with this stranger.
your head is turned right, looking up at the man as his hand moves first, large and settling on your thigh. the black polka dot maxi skirt bunches slightly under ethan's palm, with the fabric soft against your skin.
eth turns to you, with his brown dark eyes searching yours, "you don't even know me, or what i could do to you," he murmurs, voice rough with barely contained hunger.
you scoff, the sound dark and inviting. your next words reveal that you're just as twisted, and sick, as mr. landry was.
"well... maybe you could fuck me before my stop in five minutes."
ethan's breath catches, but there's no hesitation because he would've killed himself if he fumbled this moment with the one girl he's ever been so obsessed with. ethan's hand on your leg starts to slide higher, gripping your thigh with possessive intent.
the train rocks gently, and he leans in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. the guy's mouth is hot, with his tongue sweeping in to claim yours immediately.
you respond with equal shameless heat. you turn your body so your hands roam his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the black shirt, while his fingers trace the hem of your skirt, pushing it up inch by inch up your soft legs.
the first stop announcement crackles over the speakers. currently, the doors open for anybody on this stop, two minutes away from yours, but nobody walks in.
once the door closes, and the train continues moving, ethan breaks the kiss, and his pupils are completely dilated.
"turn around," he growls, almost a second away from manhandling you himself.
you comply, shifting to face the window with your hands bracing against the seatback. he stands behind you, the train's sway masking his movements as he yanks your skirt higher, bunching the black polka dot fabric around your waist.
cool air hits your exposed skin, with your navy blue panties quickly shoved aside. you bite your lip, trying to fight the shame consuming your chest as you hear his jeans rasp as he frees himself. next, you feel something heavy, aka his cock pressing against your ass.
he doesn't waste time since with one hand on your hip, he guides the tip to your pussy, which is so soaked from the sudden rush of arousal. you gasp as he thrusts in, filling you completely in one deep stroke.
the stretch burns deliciously, with your walls clenching around his length as the stress from this study day fades away. ethan groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you as he pulls back slowly, then slams forward, setting a brutal pace.
each thrust rocks your body against the seat, with the train's vibrations amplifying the sensation in your legs, going up to your clit.
ethan's free hand snakes around to cup your breast through your black top, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you bite your lip.
the train slows for the second stop, brakes whining but ethan doesn't stop... fuck anybody who walks in, he thinks, as he drives into you harder, with his hips snapping against your ass.
the doors open to an empty platform, since no one boards this late on his subway line.
with some respect, ethan pulls your skirt down just enough to cover the view from outside, but keeps fucking you with his cock pistoning in and out.
your pussy grips him tightly, with wetness coating his shaft with every plunge. you push back against him, meeting his rhythm, the dark thrill of exposure making your pulse race.
"fuck, you're so wet," he whispers harshly into your ear, his curls brushing your neck.
as the doors close and the train accelerates again, ethan spins you slightly, angling deeper as his hand leaves your boobs and slips between your legs, with his large fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles.
pleasure spikes through you, and your breaths coming in pants.
ethan bites your shoulder lightly, marking you in his obsessive way since he wants you to remember that this happened with a stranger on the train, all while his cock stretches you wide.
he yanks your skirt up again, exposing you fully from behind. this time, he grips your hips with both hands, pounding relentlessly as each withdrawal leaves you aching with his balls slapping against your skin.
your body trembles, orgasm building up inside of your lower belly while ethan's pace falters, his breaths ragged.
"come all over me," he demands, thumb pressing your clit harder.
you shatter, tears almost filling your eyes as your walls fluttering around him. seconds more of thrusting and a muffled cry escapes your lips as waves crash over you.
ethan follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling hot cum inside you, pulse after pulse flooding your core.
the train jerks to a halt at the third stop... still empty, thank goodness.
he pulls out slowly, with your combined release trickling down your thigh.
quickly, he tucks himself away, smoothing your skirt down for you as if nothing happened.
however, your stop is next. ethan sits back beside you, his hand lingering on your thigh, which is a claim that you are all is.
you lean against him, not even knowing the name of this stranger.
the train moves on, carrying you both into the night with his mind promising that this is far from over.
Ok so reader only know ghostface without the mask and one day catches him take off his mask during a kill and she says that’s hot and he finds out she has a mask kink and maybe like predator prey with squirting ?
He’s lucky she’s into bad boys. Fluff to nsfw
make you mine
ETHAN LANDRY x fem!reader
nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!
summary: you have a study date with your crush and walk in on him wearing his silly ghostface robe
warnings: smut, p in v, blood, oral, light choking, creampie, sweet and mean ethan kinda, mask kink, ethan is our cute psycho bae
i hope you like it :) i’m sorry i didn’t really know how to include predator prey
nsfw content below !!
it had been a few months since you met ethan. he was all you’ve ever wanted— sweet, caring, smart, and dorky. you were into all the same things, from star wars down to gaming. the only thing that wasn’t identical between the two of you were your study habits.
you wouldn’t say you were a troubled student, no, you were struggling student. you needed help, and who’s better to help you then your hot crush who happens to be a straight A+ student?
you had talked it over with him the other day and you both agreed you’d come down to his dorm tonight for a study date— session. he said chad was with tara tonight so it would be just the two of you, ridding you of chads loud yelling. chad was nice, you loved him, but he could get quite a bit annoying when it comes to his gaming or sports shows.
so here you stood, knocking on ethan’s dorm door. silence is all that answered you. you were quite annoyed, you had been standing here for a few minutes now, staring at the wood in your face and waiting for it to open. but thus, no answer. worst part? you could hear the sound of someone walking around and moving things inside. ethan was home. was he ignoring you?
“ethan?” you call out, now getting a little worried. there had been a killer on the loose recently, going by the name ghostface. his shrieking mouth and wide black eyes lingered in your head, for good and bad reasons you didn’t wanna discuss. a voice whispered in your ear, telling you ethan was in trouble inside.
your hand found its way on the handle and slowly turned it, blinking in surprise when it opens with a small creak. it wasn’t like ethan or chad to leave their door ever unlocked. odd.
you step in and immediately freeze at the sight of blood trails on the ground, splattered over the floor and leading to ethan’s room. you gulp nervously and quickly lock the door behind you, worriedly rushing to his kitchen to grab a knife before slowly walking towards his bedroom.
you peeked your head in, looking around the dark young adult room. he had a large bed in the corner of the room, with dozens of pillows and a plaid navy blue blanket, his clothes hanging on the edges. his desk was next to his bed, also working as his nightstand, with his gaming set up on the top. you loved his gaming set up, it was always fun to play on it or watch him play himself.
but it wasn’t how messy his room was that had you gaping in shock— no, it was the sight of him standing in the middle of the room with his back to you, black robe stained with bloody smears on his body, and a familiar mask in his hands. he was looking around the room in a rush, trying to change out of it quickly before you came, you assumed.
“ethan?” you choked out, your voice pathetically small.
he jumps at the sound of your voice, immediately turning to face you. his eyes are wide, brown curls messy and his plump lips parted in surprise. horror takes over his expression as he gawks at you, holding the mask silently for a moment before shoving it behind his mask.
“what are you doing here?” he coughs awkwardly.
you gaze at him, blinking dumbly.
“we.. had.. a study da— session.”
“..right.” he gulps hard. he didnt forget, of course he didn’t. he had been freaking out all week about having the perfect night with you. he was gonna play a movie and study with you and play some games— not whatever the hell this is.
“..you’re.. the ghostface.” you mumble and step forward, shutting the door behind you. he blinks in surprise at your easiness and how you weren’t on your knees crying. you were calm. collected. it freaked him out a little.
“you’re not screaming and crying.” he comments, dark eyes staring you down as you finally step face to face with him. a small smile tugs at your lips, hands going to gently pull the mask from his hands to look over the white plastic now stained red.
“i’m just glad you’re okay,” you mumble, rubbing the blood smudge, “i saw the blood trail and assumed the worst.” you smile up at him. he shudders.
this was weird. you weren’t scared at all. no, you were giving him bedroom eyes and showing your pretty little smile at him. he wants to scoop you up already.
“you do realize i’m the ghostface, right?” he scoffs, one hand going to gently take your chin. his robe and bloody appearance gives him more confidence, letting him take ahold of your face to pull him closer. “the same dude who’s been trying to kill all our friends.”
he doesn’t miss the way your cheeks burn up at his touch. a small grin appears on his face. he couldn’t of fallen in love with a more perfect woman.
“as long as you don’t hurt me.” you smile sheepishly and look him up and down, scanning his attire more clearly now that you’re up close. it’s slightly sparkly, the fabric glistening from his led lights.
“i would never hurt you.” he coo’s, gently rubbing his thumb against your porcelain skin. his gloves are thick but you can still feel his warmth against your skin, rubbing a small amount of blood onto your skin. he smiles at the contrast of your cute face with the blood stain.
your lips part by themselves as you look up at him, lashes batting. he takes one good look at your face and immediately knows what you want. one hand wraps around your small waist and the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling you against his lips with a small moan.
the kiss is gentle and slow, soft pants leaving the two of you between each kiss. your skin felt milky in his hands. you had imagined the two of you kissing many times— during your lunch break and when you had movie nights with the whole friend group, but you never imagined it like this.
with blood all over him, the ghostface mask in your hand and his rough hands gently scooping you up into his arms. his muscles have never been more prominent, making you cling tighter and let out a small moan into his lips. he groans at your soft little noise, pulling you closer and starting to walk you towards his bed.
with a soft thud your back hits the mattress, blinking up at him with a flushed expression and a smile creeping onto your lips. he begins to put his mask off to the side before you quickly catch his wrist, “wait, don’t.” you say. he frowns down at you in surprise, brow raising up.
“don’t what?” he hums in amusement.
“keep.. it.. on.” you mutter hesitantly.
oh, you were gonna be the death of him for sure. your cute little smile and big eyes blinking up at him innocently, as if you didn’t just ask him to fuck you in his mask. he can’t help but immediately smash his lips back onto yours, taking advantage of the last few seconds he’ll be able to kiss you.
his hands are gentle with you but in a hurry as he tugs down your clothes, pulling down your bottoms and yanking your top off you. he’s trying be careful— but he can’t wait any longer for your sweet taste.
“i’m gonna use my mouth on you and then i’ll put the mask on, okay?” he whispers, glancing at you with pleading brown eyes. you nod meekly and part your thighs, watching as he lowers his head between them and presses a soft kiss to your folds. you let out a soft exhale at that, your hands going to tangle themselves in his soft hair. you make sure you don’t accidentally pull his hair too hard.
his lips aren’t very experienced when it comes to pleasing women but he tries his best, sucking at your clit while his gloved fingers prod at your hole, gently sliding in a finger and curling it up into your g-spot. the noise you make motivates him further, his sucking increasing in its pressure as he wiggles his finger.
“please, just like that-“ you gasp, your legs finding their way over his shoulders. your feet kick lightly against his muscular back, eyes fluttered shut in bliss and mouth agape with noises falling out like a broken record.
he hums, muffled by your pussy. the vibration makes you shiver and clench down on his fingers. he notices and decides to add in his second finger, giving your clit a few little nibbles to distract you from the stretch. you whine lewdly and he chuckles lightly.
a few more minutes are spent of him slowly building you up until you fall over the edge, moaning happily as he drives his thick fingers deeper and deeper until you cum on his fingers, some of it getting on his chin. his lower face glows with your essence, parting after a moment with a slow breath.
“so perfect for me.” his lips perk up, hands going to tug at your waist, pulling you further down the bed until your right under him. he kneels over you, grabbing his mask and pulling it back on. your reaction is immediate, cheeks flushing at the sight of the tall masked man, bloody mask and robe looming over your naked form.
“never thought you’d be into this, doll.” he muses, feeling a switch in his personality with the confidence the mask gives him. his hands are quick to pull his robe aside, pulling his hard cock out from his sweatpants. it slaps against his abdomen with a soft squelch, the pre cum glistening with his tip throbbing red.
“gonna be a good girl and take this cock?” he asks gently, crawling over you.
“yes ghostface..” you giddily smile, grinning up at him as he presses your thighs to your chest and giving him access to your core. he smiles under his mask in approval, gently rubbing circles on your thighs, before pressing his head against your opening. he watches your face as he slowly inches it in, going deeper and deeper into your gummy walls, splitting you apart in his girth.
“fuck, feels s’good ethan.” you say in an almost whiny tone, gawking at the stretch and how good it feels to have your best friend finally dick you down the way you’ve been imagining for months. you’re rendered speechless as he impales you slowly and gently, relishing in how you moan so pretty.
“it’s ghostface to you, baby.” he corrected with a cocky tone. once the words leave his mouth, he delivers a harsh thrust into you, making you bite down and squeak. the stretch is barely there anymore— your wetness letting him easily make his home inside you.
“s-sorry, sorry, please ghostface—“ you quickly replied, chest heaving up and down as he starts a pace. your mouth falls open as his fat head slams against your cervix, hands holding your thighs tightly down with an almost bruising grip. when you imagined finally having sex with him, you pictured gentle and slow love making, not this.
his shrieking expression stared down at you emotionlessly, the blood reminding you he had just murdered someone before pushing his cock inside you. their blood was all over the room, staining the floor and now your porcelain skin. and for some odd reason, your pussy clamped down on him harder at that.
“you’re— so— so damn, tight—“ he hisses lowly, a guttural groan coming from him. he harshly slams inside you, one of his hands going to wrap around your throat and squeeze. the choking catches you off guard, blinking up at him in distraught before whimpering pathetically.
he snickers at that. “such a god damn whore,” he laughs, squeezing your airway gently while thrusting harder and harder into your pussy. “moaning like a slut while the blood of an innocent person gets all over them.” he huffs.
he pulls himself down, pressing his chest against your thighs. “my slut, right?” he coos in an almost sweet tone, mocking you no doubt. you nod with a muffled cry, feeling your orgasm near once again. he could feel himself growing close to his climax as well, his cock throbbing intensely inside you.
“fuck— fuck, gonna cum? gonna cum for me?” he gives your thigh a little swat before pressing his rough fingers against your clit, pinching and rubbing it harshly as you squeal. he doesn’t let up on his pace at all, rather taking your choked up noises as more reason to go harder.
your nod is eager and messy, big watery eyes gazing up at his mask. your pussy was too tight and he could feel himself cumming already, his thrusts slowing down until he gives you one last little jerk of his hips. a soft sigh leaves him as your walls spasm around him tightly. his eyes widen in shock as you squirt all over his cock and robe, a gasp leaving the two of you.
it’s silence for a moment before he starts snickering, staring down at the mess you made of his robe. your cheeks turn red and you weakly sit up, blinking at him with dazed eyes and swollen lips. he could see the light mark his hand made around your neck, making him almost harden again.
“s-shut up, i didn’t know i could do that!” you hiss defensively, blushing and squeezing your thighs shut. he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his mask off and shaking his curls free.
“dont worry about it baby, just lay back. lemme clean you up and then maybe we can do that studying.” he snorts. you roll your eyes and reluctantly lay back down, staring at him.
“are you, uh, actually ghostface?” your small question breaks the silence as he fixes you up. he scowls down at you.
I have this short Halloween idea where my favorite slashers are featured. The reader is extra clingy before they go off to do their work, craving more affection than they’re already getting.
(Also, my work for Julian Dillinger in TRON is still in progress. I’ve been really busy with online school and other things, so it might take me a bit more time.)
English isn’t my first language, so I really hope you enjoy it! If you notice any grammar mistakes or anything that sounds off, please let me know — I’d be happy to correct them.
Micheal Myers :
Michael would be the type to pretend he wasn’t bothered — or worse, to ignore you completely while you tried everything to get his attention. You had agreed to let him do his thing, and he’d promised that when the time was right, he’d let you. But today clearly wasn’t that time, not with the long sigh he exhaled while cleaning his knife.
“Sweetheart, Halloween’s just a few hours away. You already got your monthly surprise. Didn’t I satisfy you enough?”
Of course he did. The way you walked was proof enough, and you could almost feel his smirk through the mask. Even sitting on his lap to feed him afterward had been hard work.
“Having trouble sitting?” he teased, his tone laced with mockery.
You rolled your eyes, your lips forming a pout — one that didn’t go unnoticed. He lifted his mask just enough to expose his mouth, stealing a kiss or two before his fingers began to massage your waist, gripping it gently.
“Look at you, clinging all over me. Keep this up, and my job won’t even last until midnight.”
You couldn’t help but laugh softly. Typical Michael.
You still remembered how long it had taken for both of you to open up to each other. It had all started when you were his neighbor, leaving meals at his door to make sure he was eating. Everyone else still believed in the Boogeyman — that he was nothing but a story — but you knew better. You knew him.
“I can’t help it,” you said with a soft smile, shrugging as you took a bite from your plate. “You take care of me too well.”
Before you knew it, Michael’s lips were trailing down to the crook of your neck, pulling a quiet chuckle from your throat.
“Mi—”
He hushed you before you could finish, his voice low and rough. “Shh. I wanna hear that sweet voice before I go.”
A soft moan escaped before you could stop it. Your eyelids grew heavy, your grip on the fork loosening until it slipped from your hand and landed quietly on the plate. He knew exactly what he was doing. But before he could go any further, a sudden knock at the door and cheerful voices interrupted.
“Trick or treat!”
That was his cue.
“So soon?” you whispered, breathless. Whatever he had planned for the night was enough to make him skip dinner — something you noticed as soon as he pulled away, leaving you flushed and dazed.
“What about dinner?” you murmured, your cheeks warming as he stood, knife in hand, and leaned down for one last kiss.
“Once work’s done.”
You watched him slip out through the back door. Your job now was simple: hand out candy and keep the neighbors entertained. He paused at the doorway for a moment, his gaze locking on you — a silent command in the way his eyes drifted down your thighs.
“Don’t start the fun without me, sweetheart.”
You swallowed hard and nodded, pressing your legs together as his words lingered in your mind.
“I promise.”
Billy Loomis:
Billy, of all people, wasn’t big on PDA, at least not unless it was a killing night. Sure, he’d indulge you when you were needy enough for him to make you shut up, but otherwise? Movie nights were your thing. A small slice of normalcy between chaos.
With Stu playing Ghostface for the first half of the night, Billy had time to stay with you at your parents’ house, Chainsaw Massacre flickering on the TV, popcorn bowls half-empty between you. Billy scoffed at the screen as another victim ran for her life. “See, babe? That’s why it’s important to take notes. Not just get inspired. Pulling a move or two from these iconic slashers isn’t bad, but at least ours don’t scream and cry like that.”
You only half listened, which, of course, he noticed. For someone who didn’t show empathy, Billy always caught on fast when your attention drifted.
“You’re not listening to me,” he muttered.
Blinking, you shifted closer on the couch, but just as you did, he leaned away, sulking. Typical Billy, brooding came naturally to him. It made you laugh softly. “It’s not funny,” he snapped.
“For someone who knows how to sway his victims, you sure don’t know how to sway your girlfriend into a real movie night,” you teased.
Billy arched a brow. “What do you mean? We’re doing that right now.”
You sighed. “Not when you keep ranting about how your victims should’ve survived. It’s starting to sound pathetic.” He almost looked offended, almost before rolling his eyes. “Maybe…”
You trailed your fingers slowly along his thigh. Even if he wanted to ignore you, that touch made him pause, his attention reluctantly fixed.
“Maybe we could arrange something,” you whispered. “If Mister ‘Killer Mastermind’ here wants to recreate a movie scene while Stu’s out doing the dirty work.”
That got him. His gaze sharpened, curiosity flaring instantly. Sure, he didn’t mind cuddling, you were the one who suggested it. But not being out there with Stu always left him restless. A little “fun” might cure that itch. “I’m all ears,” he said, voice low, leaning in until his fingers found their way into your hair. You could feel his restraint slipping, the temptation heavy in his breath.
“Maybe we could recreate a scene or two,” you suggested, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “Just to… kill time. Stu won’t mind, right? Plus, it’d help you burn off some of that tension. You look so wound up.”
Your hands slid over his shoulders, massaging gently. He exhaled through his nose, the weight in his stare darkening. You weren’t wrong — whatever he needed, it wasn’t just cuddling. “Tell me, princess…” His tone dropped, teasing but dangerous. “You wanna be in the sequel?” That one line sent a shiver down your spine — and the smirk that followed was pure Billy Loomis. “Then you better hide.”
Will Graham and Hannibal:
It was late that night. You had barely gotten the amount of rest Hannibal expected you to have, though expected was far too kind of a word. Ordered was far more fitting. During your exam season, sleep was a luxury you couldn’t afford, let alone time to spend with the two of them. It pained both Hannibal and Will to see you that way, something Jack had noticed first during your internship with Will.
You had dreamed of joining the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit, of understanding killers, empathizing with them, and one day teaching at the Academy where Will himself once lectured. You were one of the best students in class. Will didn’t even need to meet his students to know who stood out. When Hannibal invited you for dinner that first evening, it had reminded Will of that same lost freshman who used to sit quietly at the back of his lectures.
But your brilliance came with a warning, one that left both men uneasy. Especially that night at dinner. You had barely touched your food, your eyes heavy as you tried to stay awake during what was supposed to be an important meal. Hannibal noticed first, the faintest trace of disappointment showing in his expression. When you glanced at Will, his gaze showed the opposite. Understanding, with just a hint of concern.
“Come,” Hannibal said softly, standing. “I’ll escort you to bed. You can eat once you wake. Both Will and I will stay for the night. Isn’t that right, Will?”
Will blinked, slightly caught off guard before rising as well. “Yeah,” he said, helping you up gently. “Come on, princess. Bedtime.”
“But, but…” you tried, your voice drowsy.
Hannibal shook his head. “No buts. Come now.”
By the time you reached your bedroom, your body collapsed onto the bed. A satisfied sigh slipped from your lips, leaving the two men to quietly make sure you were comfortable. A soft chuckle escaped from Will, prompting Hannibal to raise an eyebrow.
“What’s amusing?” Hannibal asked.
Will shrugged. “I was just thinking that if she’s working this hard, maybe I should have a word with her teacher.”
“And?” Hannibal asked, clearly growing impatient with small talk.
“Well,” Will said with a faint smile, “I am the teacher. Or at least, I used to be.”
“Not anymore,” you murmured faintly from your pillow, half-asleep. “Now it’s some random guy grading my work with Jack. And he doesn’t mind marking me wrong when one of you decides to keep me up for ‘me time.’”
Will laughed quietly. Hannibal said nothing, which made Will frown slightly. His silence always meant something was turning in his mind, and it rarely ended well for whoever caused it.
“I’ll stay with her,” Will said quickly, sensing the tension. “You can go handle whatever it is you’re planning.”
Hannibal nodded once. “I have some business to attend to.”
Will sighed. He knew that tone. He knew exactly what kind of business Hannibal meant. Once he was sure you were half-asleep again, he leaned in closer. “Look, I know the guy,” he whispered. “He’s not that bad. Maybe don’t turn him into a dish by tomorrow night?”
Hannibal didn’t respond right away, only exhaled softly. “Perhaps just a few bruises then,” he said, his voice calm. “Now stay with her. Feed her dinner when she wakes. Put her to bed before I return.”
Later that night, Will kept his word. You had woken briefly and insisted on eating beside him on the couch instead of in bed. He gave in easily. That pout of yours always managed to win. You fell asleep curled against him, his arm resting lightly around your shoulders as the room grew quiet.
When Hannibal finally returned, it was no surprise. What caught Will’s attention was the faint smear of blood on his shirt and the way he calmly wiped his lips clean before setting his coat aside.
Will tilted his head with a knowing smirk and whispered softly so as not to wake you. “I told you, just a few punches.”
“I couldn’t help,” he shrugged innocently but quite obviously and walked towards your sleeping body with a soft smile, leaning to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “Sleep well, love. Your studies won’t be as hard anymore.”
ghostface ethan with the “where do you think you’re going?” prompt pretty please <33
thank you <33
Sweet Dumb Thing
Ethan Landry x Reader |m.list
Summary: After taking the mask off and seeing your boyfriend and his family behind the killing, Ethan find a little too much joy in chasing you around the theater.
Warnings: Blood, gore?, cursing, character death....that's it?
Word count: 823
did not proof read.
I think writing angst might be my favorite thing. it all comes too easily to me.
(update: sorry i was moving into my new apartment...might post another in a bit <3)
The darkness seemed to follow you your whole life. Even after moving from Woodsboro that darkness followed you to New York. Standing in an old abandoned theater with Sam and Tara you three look in front of you as Baliey stood with Quinn and Ethan on his side. your cheeks soaked with tears as you saw the boy you love holding a knife, the ghostface mask in his hand and his body covered in the long robe.
Your head shook, this isn't real. "and my name isn't Ethan Landry isn't that right dad?" you looked at him as he had a dark smirk his brown eyes locked in on you.
"Dad?" Tara questioned she had tears in her eyes just like you as she looked at Quinn. They started to circle you three, Bailey went after Sam as she ran past the stage, Quinn ran after Tara as she made a run for the concession. Which left Ethan right in front of you.
Stumbling back you tripped on a wire falling back. "god you look so helpless, that makes this even more fun" he hovered over you as your back into the stage. Screamed and crashes echoed through building.
"What's wrong with you, this isn't right" your voice was shaky as you looked up at him. his curls sticking to his forehead some blood on his cheek as he spoke.
"See that's where you are wrong, this is good. This is the best thing I've ever done," he paused running the knife up your arm "next to sleeping with you, which was soo good" he let out a soft moan. "but killing you will feel better" his eyes were dark and hungry.
at your finger tips you felt a pipe and quickly grabbed it swinging it at his head. "fuck, you bitch" he stumbled back holding his head which gave you a chance to get up and run. you looked back quickly as you ran seeing him chasing you.
"get back here you bitch" he ran through the building holding the knife tightly with a different type of desire in his eyes. Finding some stairs you ran up them Ethan right on your tail.
"Where do you think you're going?" his voice hoarse and cold "I'm not even close to being done" he grabbed your ankle pulling you down the stairs making you hit your head. Screaming out you kicked at him making him tumble down. Grabbing your head you felt the warmth of blood on your temple and fingertips, the crimson color shining bright.
you looked down seeing him start to get up. In a panic you run up the stairs and he him running after you. a small room came up on your right so you ran in closing the door behind you. "oh honey where are you?" ethan's voice rang out. you could hear the anger in his voice. "don't think I'd let you slip out that easily" you heard him pulling old tarps down. your hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming.
he was getting close the heavy footprints sounding louder. "oh come on you aren't gonna run?" he stood in the center of the room. Old trash all around, you watched him from an old closet. he looked around a proud smirk of his face. "what don't want me anymore? thought you said you'd love me no matter what baby"
you tried to make a run for it but didn't get far. he saw you and grabbed your leg spinning you around your chest to chest with him looking up seeing the brown eyes you once loved filled with nothing but darkness. he smirked and leaned down to your ear, "come on I'll say it again but in a different way....let me hear you scream" he raised is arm that held the knife. You were thrashing in his other begging him not to and in the next second his arm came down a loud gasp and scream ripped from your throat.
All he could do was laugh and repeat his action once more "there it is baby" he twisted the knife and pulled up in your back making you almost faint. "Don't say I never gave you anything" he whispered in your ear.
he dropped you to the ground and smirked seeing you try to move away. his foot came up and pushed down on the side the wound was on. your scream echoed through the room. "don't get me wrong baby....i did love you...just not the reasons you think" he pressed harder and your mind started to spin.
Ethan heard his sister screaming for him. with one last look he wiped your blood off his blade and left you there in the empty room. your mind fuzzy and slowly going black. the last thing you saw was the broken ceiling of the theater and the last twisted thought you had was you still loved Ethan.
↳ call me anytime
⚤ ghostface x female!reader
【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】warnings ⇢ sexting, swearing, pinning, mentions of blood/killing, degrading, breeding-kink, rawr, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, pervert ghostface, voyeur, stalking, the usual dirty stuff
✉ taking requests
first part ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock
second part ▻ a pretty mouth
tag @drpreminjer
a/n; wrote this while listening to call me - blondie, and it just made the whole thing a lot hotter. if this gets 500 notes then I’ll put out a part four
“This is going to be fun.” He was hungry for you, his jeans were off within seconds of seeing your pussy sprawled out for him. You turned your head in hopes to see him but from your angle it was hard.
“I’m going to fuck up this pussy, you’re gonna be dripping with my cum when I’m finished with you.” You could only moan as you felt his hot tip brush against your slit, running along the thin crack and ever so slowly pressing into your folds just slightly.
The tease was enough to drive you into psychosis, but you were pretty sure you were already there. At least now you could tick ‘fuck a serial killer’ off your bucket list.
After dragging the head of his cock along your folds did he finally push in, the first inch painful as it surpassed your hole with a ‘pop’. After that he pushed himself further in til the base of his cock was against your thighs and ass. His thrusts were harsh but slow, teasing yet fulfilling. His own moans began to mix with yours as he started to speed up his pace.
The sounds of pleasure and skin slapping echoed off your walls, and if you weren’t already turned on the smack delivered to your left cheek made you weak. It took you by surprise but it made you melt at the rush it gave you.
“Such a slut, you’ve been dying to be fucked like this haven’t you? Been waiting for me to fill up your hole? Make you into a dirty whore. Feels good being fucked by a real man? A real killer.” You could barely get a word out as his thrusts became more violent and he was slamming against your cervix, ripping screams from your throat of pain and pleasure. He stopped his movements for a moment, flipping you over and pushing your legs against your chest.
He slipped your shirt up, your tits falling out and bouncing as he thrusted back in and out. You didn’t take your eyes off him, looking over his body to see he had a button up shirt underneath his cloak and his pale toned abs were peeking through. His cock drilling in and out of you was a sight you thought you’d never get to see.
His leather gloved fingers toyed with your perked nipples, twisting oh so painfully that it pulled a yelp from your lips. You loved it and hated it at the same time, wanted more and wanted him to slow down.
“Such a dirty princess.” He muttered, almost going crazy with his thrusting as he could tell you were reaching your high. Your eyes watered at the immense sensation that passed through you, body shaking and clutching onto his arms as he continued to pound in and out. Your thrashing for him to stop was frustrating and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down by your sides and pushing even harder.
“P-p-please! I can’t—“ you tried to get out but your body felt like it was going into overdrive and spasming from the overstimulation.
“You can princess. You will.” He laughed at your tears, throwing his head back as he began chasing his own orgasm. His moans got louder and you could feel yourself clenching as another orgasm would be ripped from you.
“Fucking cum on my cock princess. Cum on your master’s cock. Do it for me.” You had only just realised that he was not using protection and you didn’t have any form of birth control.
“W-wait, I’m not—“ you tried to speak but he cut you off.
“Oh I know, I’m going to fill you up with me. Does that scare you? Carrying my baby? Carrying a murder’s baby? I thought you liked it like this princess? Hmm? Don’t back out now, I’m s-so fucking close—fuck!” His high came quicker than he wanted, clashing with your own high and both your juices flooding each other. Your orgasm clouded your mind and his cum warmed your walls.
His hips had clashed against yours a few short times before he stopped riding out his high. Looking down and seeing you so full of his cum it was pouring out of you. He pulled his cock out, both your juices coating the member.
You weren’t sure what to say but you wanted to say something. Anything. But what do you say to ghostface after he fucked you and came inside your pussy? You sat up, feeling slightly icky at the feeling of cum all over your thighs and comforter.
He was making quick work of his pants and cloak, grabbing your chin to stop you from saying anything.
“Until next time princess.” He placed his glove over your eyes and removed just the bottom of his mask to shove his tongue in your mouth and leave you with a taste of alcohol and what you guessed was marijuana as well. It made your heart race and you didn’t open your eyes until after he had left, looking over the damage that he had done.
You knew you’d be at the pharmacy as soon as it opened the next morning. There was no way you were getting pregnant by a killer.
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It had been two weeks, and three murders since you had last had any contact with ghostface. Which was also when he fucked you raw and came inside you in your bedroom.
You felt stupid for even thinking it, but you thought that he’d at least try and stick around or visit you. You weren’t after a relationship, but you were getting tired of the shower head and you were too embarrassed to keep a vibrator in your room. You walked down the hallway, carrying your books from class to class. You felt like you had been on autopilot for days, waiting around for something to happen.
You felt bad for the families that had lost their members of family to him. And the police had still come up with nothing. You even began to think about who ghostface could possibly be? His body didn’t match a lot of the guys at your school. But then again some of the guys didn’t wear the most framing clothes either. You knew he was pale, and toned. Definitely taller than you.
You began scanning the hall of your school, eyeing the guys that walked past and whether or not they fit your description. Or at least what you had seen of him. Your phone began vibrating in your hand, alerting you someone was once again messaging you.
➤ looking for me?
Your heart began racing, he was watching you. Your eyes left your device, looking around to see if anyone around you was paying a little too much attention. But you didn’t see anyone. The bell rung for class and you headed off to your last periods of the day. You were going to have to do some digging to find out who he was, not that you really cared who he was. But it would make contacting him a bit easier.
Finally school being over for the day, you could collapse on your bed. Slumping down on the mattress and you felt your skirt fly up, your ass exposed to the empty room. You felt your phone vibrate again.
➤ arch your back and spread your legs
The message was mysterious and you had wondered how once again he was watching you.
➤ do it.
Without another thought you did as he said, pushing your ass to the ceiling and face into the mattress like you had been asked. Your back arching in a graceful way that it could’ve been considered art.
➤ that’s a good girl.
You wondered where he was, out your window? In your closet? You began to situate yourself back into a comfortable position. Eyes scanning around your room for once again, something out of the ordinary. Your eyes fell on your computer, green light appearing next to your camera and it hit you. He had been watching you that way. You moved closer the laptop, brows furrowing as you got up close to the camera.
You knew he could see you, but could he hear you? Like he read your mind, your phone began ringing.
Private Number
“Hello?” You answered, hiding the slight worry in your voice as you thought of how long he must have been watching you through your camera. Not that it mattered but, he had access to it before he even started targeting you possibly.
“Hi princess, wish you could see me. Cause I can see you.” His words were followed with a deep throating laugh, why did he have to make you so hot?
“How are you doing that?” You asked in a harsh tone of voice, biting on your lip that he might react poorly to your aggression.
“I can do whatever I want. You think this is the only camera I’ve been watching you through? I’ve got your house hooked. I know when you’re alone. When you’re awake. When you’re asleep. Although, while you’re sleeping it’s much better climbing through your window and fucking my fist to the sight of your cute pyjamas right in front of you. You don’t even stir, tits all perky for me, legs spread and ready to take me in. Maybe one night I ought to just fuck you then, wake you up nice and good with my cock. Hm? Bet you’d fucking worship me and beg me to stop but you wouldn’t mean in.”
His words were working you up and you felt bothered that it did this time. He had been in your room when you weren’t conscious, seeing you in a vulnerable state and position. It felt unfair.
“Well what if I keep you out? I’ll lock all my doors and nail my window shut if I have too.” You spat back, hoping he would take your warning seriously.
“Oh princess, even if you could…would you really want me too?”
