SYNOPSIS → Ghostface develops an extreme obsession with you, the infamous porn star named soft angel who so happens to be his classmate. The face of an angel and the body of a porn star.
TAGS/WARNINGS → pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, porn addiction mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, horror porno, knife play, violent threats, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes & a lot of pink for Valentine's day! @taylormarieee
AUTHOR’S NOTE → this story will be split into multiple parts and will be turned into a series. I'm sorry this took so long to write, this won the poll months ago. Thank you angels for your patience! also trying something different with the theme, tell me if you like it! comment if you want to be tagged in the next parts! [ VIEW IN LIGHT MODE FOR BETTER READING EXPERIENCE ]
DIVIDERS BY → @bernardsbendystraws @nicodefresas
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🖱️ CLICK TO DISCOVER THE FACE OF AN ANGEL 🖱️
➢ [◉°] LIVE | ꧁ᬊᬁ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᬊ᭄꧂ ANGELSOFTPORN.COM [ ▸ 27.8k LIVE VIEWERS ]
▶ Chat Loading…
▶Press [Start]
The stream starts and the chat floods in, your pink webcam blinking as you expose yourself to your fans. Your body was decorated with pink rope and ribbons, your hair was tied up perfectly in a hairstyle they voted on.
You lay down on your pretty pink bed, kicking your legs as you read the chat, looking like an innocent angel but you were far from innocent. You talk to them sweetly, acting like a saint as you expose your perfect tits for your fans.
The tight pink rope traveled along your chest, making your breasts the center of attention. The center of your chest had a pretty pink heart that showed your infamous tattoo that marked you, ‘soft angel'.
A light pink mask covered your face, masking your secret identity. You didn't want anyone to find out who you were, especially anyone who personally knew you.
“Happy early Valentine's day.” You say sweetly, giving the camera a little sweet kiss. Since they've been so generous recently, you wanted to give them a special live stream today.
LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED
↬ LOADING CHAT…2.7k incoming messages
╰ Anonymous 51 » happy early valentine's day!
╰ David » cute ribbons. makes me want to pull them.
╰ User251 » pretty lips.
╰ JJ21 » be my valentine please!
You smile at the sweet words of your viewers, making their heart flutter with your angelic smile. You then pull out a realistic dildo, kissing the tip and leaving a lipstick stain. You pose for the camera innocently, kicking your feet as you position the camera, angling it so it could look like you were sucking the viewer's cock.
The chat praises you as you suck on the big dildo, your eyes sultry yet still had a glint of Innocence in them. Your warm tongue traveled along the big dildo, teasing the viewers as you gave them doe eyes.
LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED
↬LOADING CHAT...
╰ Ethan99 » fuck, the kiss on the tip made me almost cum.
╰ Deranged Ghost » good slut.
╰ Camslut » the best early valentine's gift ever.
You kept sucking for the chat, moaning sweet names of the people who sent donations. Your cunt dripping with arousal, a puddle beneath you forming.
▶Perverted Daddy Has Sent A $20 Donation!
“Thank you, perverted daddy.” You thank one of your loyal donors, moaning his name sweetly as you lick the tip of the dildo, which motivates your chat to give more donations to hear you moan their name.
As the stream is filled with sweet kisses and donations, you received a huge donation from him. your love sick stalker.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $200 Donation!
╰ Lovesick anonymous: sweet angel.
You read his donation, accidentally moaning louder than you should as your heart fluttered. His sweet words always made your cunt throbbed, he always spent so much money on you. A puddle forms on the floor as you suck on the dildo, you close your eyes and pretend like it was his cock—the first time you pictured yourself sucking off one of your fans.
Your eyes flutter open as you hear the donation ping, he sent another generous donation.
▶ Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200 Donation!
╰ lovesick anonymous: cum for me, angel.
Your heart fluttered and you immediately obeyed, feeling a wave of ecstasy you've never felt before. Your hole pulsed, the urge to have a cock buried inside you has never felt so strong before.
You continue to flutter your eyes at the camera as cum drips down your inner thighs, the pink rope stained with your filth. You can only imagine who the lovesick anonymous was, what he was doing as he watched you ruin yourself for him.
More donations followed yet you didn't open your eyes for them, you only wanted to open your eyes for him.
An inbox ping suddenly came from your laptop behind the webcam, you can see the private messages filling your inbox, unaware that they were from your stalker.
Then you start to get private donations, the ping making your eyes flutter as you read the bone chilling words.
▶ Love sick Anonymous: you're mine, angel. I know where you live, maybe I'll come over and visit, Break your pretty angel wings and keep you forever. doesn't that sound lovely for a dumb pathetic angel like you?
His threat sends you shivers down your spine, your soft body trembling at the thought of him breaking in. You were overwhelmed, your mouth stopping as your eyes were wide and shaking.
You wanted to turn off the stream but he sends another large private donation.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200
╰ Lovesick anonymous: don't be scared, angel. keep sucking like a good angel, I'm almost finished.
Your cunt throbbed at his words, ignoring all the other fans as you keep sucking the dildo out of fear. Your body couldn't stop trembling at his threat, your soft moans muffled around the dildo. You were too scared to stop.
You tried your best for him, licking and sucking the dildo as if your life depended on it. And who knows? Maybe it did. Your heart couldn't stop beating yet you couldn't deny the puddle that was still forming beneath your drenched cunt.
Suddenly, you heard another ping, another big donation, the biggest donation anyone has ever sent to you.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $666 Donation!!
╰ Lovesick anonymous: good girl.
His generous donation made your heart flutter. You've never felt your heart actually skip a beat until now. And fuck, that much money?
You couldn't help but feel flustered by the praise from your anonymous fan. The amount of money he sent you made your eyes sparkle.
“Thank you, Lovesick for your generous donation.” You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your trembling eyes staring at the webcam as you wondered who this lovesick anonymous was and if he really did know where you lived.
➢ [◉°] OFFLINE | ꧁ᬊᬁ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᬊ᭄꧂ ANGELSOFTPORN.COM
You had turned off the livestream, still trembling from your stalker’s threat. You opened your laptop and immediately noticed that you had received a Love Mail from Lovesick anonymous.
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.
𓊆 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𓊇 your ex-boyfriend billy loomis has a pretty good way of getting you to come crawling back to him..
𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ reader’s drink is roofied by her current bf, yandere!billy, manipulation, murder by asphyxiation (choking), bodily injury, blood, blood kink, coercion, dark!billy, reader blackouts for a short time, crying, sadist!billy, saviorcomplex!billy, threats of murder/killing/harming reader (let me know if i missed any!)
꒰ ֶָ ♥︎ : 𝓘𝐋𝐋𝐈'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐙 ⸝⸝ layout creds: @/jacksabbotts ⸝⸝ divider creds: @/cursed-carmine ⸝⸝ this may be sensitive for some to read please read the complete warnings :( ⸝⸝ this is a complete 360 from what I usually write, but I wanted to dabble in something a bit darker like this…constructive criticism is appreciated :3!! (just don’t be mean :( ⸝⸝ part 2!
“Your drink, my lady.” Your boyfriend smiled, handing you a red solo cup full of purple-ish liquid that probably came out of Stu’s parent’s liquor cabinet—it even smelt expensive.
“Thank you, my knight.” You giggled, carefully taking the cup from him and placing it on the table in front of you that was already covered with other drinks, dirty magazines, cigarettes, the usual things you’d expect to see everywhere at a Stu Macher house party.
Your ex-boyfriend’s best friend.
You leaned back into the comforting pillows on Stu’s couch, crossing your arms over your chest while your boyfriend eagerly leaned in against you, simultaneously taking a few sips from his own cup. “Y’not gonna drink, baby?” He murmured, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.
You pause a moment, glancing at the dancing teenagers around you before grabbing your cup and taking a gulp. It would be better to be sober at a time like this—especially when your body would physically jerk at the sound of the door opening—expecting him to walk right through, but fuck it. One drink wouldn’t hurt.
Except it did.
A few songs and sips later you felt like your head was trying to fight your skull, banging against it, causing a migraine. Everything was blurry…and quiet. The music sounded like you were underwater and then suddenly it went black.
It all happened so quickly. One moment you were watching Stu grind on Tatum in his living room—the next? Pitch black darkness was all you could see. You were…aware. Conscious. Sort of. It felt like you had a sleep paralysis demon and you couldn’t move. All you could do was feel. Feel yourself getting carried away. Placed on a bed. You don’t know how long you were out, you just know when you got up—your boyfriend was shirtless in front of you, your shoes had been taken off, and Billy was standing in the doorway.
You couldn’t process it. Couldn’t think quick enough to say something-anything. You just…stared.
“Listen man, this rooms occupied—“ Billy’s fist hit Brandon’s cheek before he could even finish, your ex-boyfriend quickly closing the room’s door before entering fucking attack mode. It was like watching a bad movie. It was horrible, but you just couldn’t look away.
Your voice felt stuck in your throat as your boyfriend called for you, your eyes meeting Billy’s instead of his. He had this unexplainable rage in his eyes, fire burning in his pupils—burning right into your own while his fingers wrapped around Brandon’s neck.
Stop. Stop you’re gonna kill him.
Those were the words itching to come out of you, but they didn’t. All that came out was a sob. Tears suddenly flowing down your cheeks like a faucet’s flow. Confusion and frustration came out of you in waves. What was happening? What was he doing? What were both of them doing?…What were you doing?
You don’t remember when it stopped. You just remember when Billy got on the bed with you. He didn’t say anything for a minute. Just stared, watching you wipe away your tears and fidget with the hem of your shorts.
“Are you okay?”
Were you okay?
“I don’t know.”
Billy sighed, tentatively reaching out for your hand—and when you didn’t pull away he took it as a chance to bring you closer.
“I…God, I can’t even explain it to you—how much of a loser your boyfriend is.” He gritted out, the disgusted tone of his voice completely opposite of the soft grip he had on you, his thumb running over your knuckles.
“He’s nice—“
“Yeah?” He laughed, the noise full of disbelief. “Your-Your real nice boyfriend would spike your drink and drag you up here? Nice my fuckin’ ass..” Billy looked back at Brandon on the floor, his limp body sprawled across the carpet. He didn’t deserve the small comfort the soft floor gave him.
“…What?”
What…the fuck?
“I saw you. Eyes closed in his arms while he passed through the boys on the stairs—smiling like he was your savior because you “drank too much.” What a bunch of bullshit.” He spat out, his hand subconsciously squeezing yours.
His words slowly processed in your brain, and suddenly you felt like crying all over again. It explained it. How he was shirtless. In the middle of dragging your socks off before Billy opened the door. Billy. He was your true savior.
“ ‘s why I had to do it..” He whispered, pressing his lips to the side of your forehead. Not kissing you, just letting his mouth linger.
“Do…do what..?”
“Kill him.”
Your heart stopped.
“Billy, that isn’t funny.”
The shift in your tone grabs his attention, his previous confidence turning into nerves. Scared you’ll leave after this. Scared you’ll never want to see him again after knowing what he was capable of now.
When he doesn’t say anything you push him away—standing from the bed the opposite side he was on.Watching his eyes go wide in panic. “He would’ve done something worse to you! I was saving you!”
“You killed him! He’s dead!” You sobbed, backing up against the wall until the bed separated you two completely.
“He really meant that much to you? That—that asshole!?-I would’ve never done that to you!” He yelled, slowly walking closer around the bed—kicking your boyfriend’s limp body just to make a point while he passed him.
You quickly grabbed your shoes, eyes darting between him and the door, but Billy quickly caught on.
“Move and I’ll kill you just like I killed him.”
A small whimper left your lips at his words, full of pain and fear. That you’d be next. Another body on the floor. Billy knew he was lying, but you didn’t have to.
He stalked over to you, his hands traveling around your waist like second nature, his palms on your skin sending goosebumps erupting all over you. He leaned in, breathing you in—actually moaning into the crook of your neck while you stood there. Trying not to breakdown.
“Why can’t you understand..that I’m the only one good for you..? I would do anything for you. I-I fucking killed him for you..” he murmured, kissing the soft skin on your shoulder. “I watched him die..eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth gasping for air. God, I loved every second of it. Because it was all for you..”
He let out a long sigh, lowering his guard down while you “held him”, mumbling about how “it was all for you..” how he “didn’t deserve you.”
You took his weakness, his vulnerability as an escape—pushing him off for what you hoped was for the last time, just to be pushed down right back, your face hitting the floor with a loud thump.
“Let me go!” You screamed—half sobbing, your voice cracking with fear for your life and anger. His legs bracketed the back of your thighs as he kneeled above you, one of his hands holding your wrists behind your back to try and contain your squirming. All you could do was yell. For someone. Something to help you, but your attempts became futile the second he leaned down, putting you in a headlock.
“I didn’t want to do this…but you gave me no choice. Remember that.” He mumbled, quickly letting go of you and grabbing the closest thing he could—one of Stu’s middle school basketball trophies from the top of the dresser before striking it right on your ankle.
The sound you let out was near animalistic, but you were quickly quieted with his hand in front of your mouth. You couldn’t do anything. Completely helpless as you cried, limp on the floor while your ankle began to bleed. It felt like hell. The stinging from your eyes and the warm blood running down your foot, staining the carpet.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, baby—you know I’d never do this to you if you didn’t deserve it.” He cooed, throwing the trophy across the room before getting off of you completely. He slowly picked your shaking figure up, your silent crying paining his heart as he placed you on the bed.
“You can’t run from me now.” He whispered, shifting to stand between your legs, raising your good foot up to kiss the side of it.
“It’s okay, baby..it’s okay..” he whispered, gently holding your hand, planting kisses all over it as well.
“You understand now, don’t you?”
Your lips quivered as you nodded your head, your eyes falling shut tightly as you tried to blink away the pain.
“Here’s what I’m gonna do..” he started, rubbing your hands gently. “I’m gonna get Stu…hide this body, and then—you’re gonna say you fell. Stay home from school for a couple days, and come back…mine, alright..?”
“Okay.” You whispered, hiccuping from the pressure on your chest and your mind, his lips curling into a sly smile at your subservient response.
“Okay..” he echoed, pulling away from you completely. “You stay up here..alright? You wait for me, got it?”
“Mhm..”
“You’re doing so good already.” He chuckled, “I’ll get bandages for you when I come back up.” And with that he left.
Leaving you in the same room as your dead boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? In the same room as a dead Brandon.
All you could do was try and stifle your cries. You couldn’t move. Barely speak. Couldn’t think of anything except how helpless you were. Doomed. How one wrong move could make you as dead as the rest of Billy’s victims.
So you didn’t try. Didn’t try and lie when he came back up with Stu. Didn’t try to move when he bandaged your ankle. You just let him do it all. Helping you walk, driving you home. You just had to accept that this was how it was going to be. For a very long time.
⋆˚࿔ NSFW 18+ you are the only one in control of the media you consume, read the contents before you continue
⋆˚࿔ contents: somnophilia (obvi), stalking, breaking and entering, non-con, fingering, p in v, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap), pulling out, he's gentle i promise, lowercase intended
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ethan landry liked to watch girls sleep. he'd spend his off nights peering through the windows of the college girls, standing with eerie stillness. and now he's found a special person of interest. his new obsession. you.
he'd first seen you in his evening economy lecture. you sat exactly 2 rows down and 5 to the left of him—he took extra care in remembering every detail. you [insert trait here], you stick your tongue out a little when you take notes. he took a picture in his mind of every little quirk, every movement, every moment he saw you.
he couldn't help but picture what you look like sleeping, how vulnerable and helpless you'd be under his gaze. his eyes darkened at the thought.
thursday, november 2nd. 9:41 pm. your professor dismissed class, wishing you all a good weekend. no one fully listened, of course, too busy collecting bags and escaping the labyrinth of lecture hall seats. ethan watches as you clumsily swing your backpack onto your shoulders, the weight of your textbooks making your feet stumble. he mindlessly gathers his things into his own backpack, his eyes keeping his piercing gaze on you the entire time.
he watches as you approach the classroom door and push it open, making quick work of the aisles to catch up to you.
your left foot moves forward, so does his. your right foot moves forward, so does his. he matches your pace, keeping gaze halfway between his phone and you so he doesn't look suspicious. he couldn't afford you giving him any second looks.
the darkness of the night sky takes hold of the atmosphere, not a drop of sunlight left to give. your apartment was a ten minute walk from the classroom building. you hold your keys between each finger as a precaution, but it wouldn't protect you from what's to come.
ethan kept closely behind you, but far enough to stay hidden in plain sight. the hustle and bustle of the city nearby brings an ounce of comfort in the darkness.
the walk is long and nerve-wracking, but in time you reach your complex. you enter the entrance code and push the door open with a grunt. just ethan's luck, it's also his complex. he takes his own student card out with trembling hands and enters the complex. he follows you onto the elevator.
you give him a quick once over. he seems innocent enough, but you keep your guard up anyway. with a serial killer on the loose, you can never be too sure.
he glances at the button you pressed. floor 3, a floor below him. he doesn't click his own button.
"same floor, huh?" he musters up the courage to comment.
"guess so," you sigh in response, just managing to hide the anxiety in your voice.
the elevator dings and the doors slowly open. you exit with haste, and he follows shortly behind, keeping a 5 foot distance between you.
20 feet from the elevator is your room. as you unlock the door, ethan takes careful note of the room number and the decorations on the door. he takes some misleading steps further, turning down the corner. he stops and waits for you to go inside before he doubles back for the elevator.
he makes haste for his elevator, repeating your room number in his head like a mantra. 2237, 2237, 2237, 2237, 2237. he practically sprints down the hallway to get to his room.
you wouldn't be asleep for while he thought. best to wait it out. he changes into all black, best to not be seen. his ghostface mask, cloak, and knife wait dormant in a box in his closet.
he lays back on his unkempt bed, staring idly at the ceiling. sleep doesn't come—he doesn't want it to, anyway—his impatience and arousal to great to bear. he wants so badly to ease the ache in his jeans, but patience is a virtue, even for a sinner as he. he'd be rewarded soon. soon.
his eyes glance between the ceiling and the clock.
10:07.
10:24.
10:42.
10:51.
11:03.
11:17.
11:30.
11:36.
11:58.
12:02. surely you must be asleep by now. the hall lights were dimmed, and it was monday, so no party girls drunkenly scampering back to their rooms. he opens the box, his mask and knife staring back at him, as if sentient. he shoves the blade into a holster and pulls the mask over his face.
he makes his way to the stairwell, not wanting to risk running into anyone. he walks down the stairs with caution and opens the door as quiet as he can. he's reached the second floor.
2237. 2237. 2237. 2237. 2237. 2237. 2237.
he finds your room and begins picking your lock. he manages to get it open. with extreme caution, he opens the door, careful to not wake you. he crept through the narrow halls of your apartment, tracing his finger along the walls to guide him in the darkness. he approaches a cracked door and peers inside, finding you fast asleep, clad in nothing but panties and a cheeky baby-tee. he shudders, his arousal traveling quickly to his sex. with practiced caution, he opens your door just wide enough to squeeze through. he gingerly approaches your sleeping form and kneels down.
he stares. he stares for what feels like hours, as if frozen in place. after a many a moment his hands finally move, lightly tracing along your curves. to his surprise you barely stir, only whimpering lightly in your sleep. he crawls onto your bed, your body tucked into his.
his hands travel from your shoulder, to your breasts, to your stomach, to your waist, to your sex. he could feel your wetness through your soft panties.
"all for me, pretty girl?" he whispers against your ear. you shudder, but don't wake.
he toys with your clit above the fabric of your panties, your arousal growing more by the moment. with a sigh he moves the fabric to the side, revealing your supple lips. he inserts a gloved finger into you, curling and thrusting in slow motions. you whine, but don't stir awake, still deep in sleep.
must be a wet dream, he thinks. a small part of him hopes you're dreaming of his fingers pleasuring you, his arousal pressed against you.
he inserts a second gloved finger, working in scissoring motions. his free hand reaches down to his groin and begins undoing the fly of his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down with shaking hands. he lines his cock up with your entrance, gently pulling his fingers out. he inserts himself slowly, his masked face buried in the crook of his neck. he thrusts at an unhurried pace, savoring the feeling of you sucking him in.
he whines, the sound muffled by the mask. your old wooden bed creaks with the pace of his thrusts and grunts, as if harmonious. he counts his lucky stars that you haven't awoken from your deep slumber.
his thrusts become faster, uneven, more desperate. your sex is squeezing him so tightly, as if made just for him.
"c-cumming, cummingcummimg...!" he whines through the mask, the plastic resting against your shoulder.
he pulls out just before he cums, his sticky semen coating the sweet spot between your legs. he breathes a heavy sigh, utterly exhausted, but he doesn't move. he relishes in your warmth, the scent of your shampoo, the softness of your bare skin. how he wishes this moment could last forever, but all things are fleeting. he tucks himself back into his jeans and leaves your warmth with heavy reluctance.
before he retreats back to his room, though, he pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures. of your sleeping face and the mess he made between your thighs.
as they say, pictures last forever.
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hope you guys enjoyed this one!! please please please send me ideas to write !!
Warnings: SMUT. SMUTTY SMUT, un protected PinV, double penetration, oral (f receiving), I guess kinda dom/mean!Billy??
Word count: 857
Summary: No plot, just vibes (it’s me, are you surprised). i am still down bad for these men (billy especially)
A/N: Haven’t published a fic in so freaking long haha, hope you guys enjoy! I wrote this super quickly and didn’t edit AT ALL.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMUT BELOW THE CUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The two of you are on the couch, your hands clutch the tops of Billy’s shoulders as you move your body up and down, his length filling you completely.
Billy’s hands grip your hips, stilling you on his lap. “I think I hear Stu. Wanna give him a show?”
You nod your head, mumbling, “Mhm.”
Billy lifts you off of him and turns you around before pulling you back down into his cock. You hear the jangling sound of keys being put into a lock as Billy snakes his hand around your front, his finger rubbing circles on your clit. “C’mon baby, give him a show.”
You throw your head back onto his shoulder, moans tumbling from your lips as Stu enters and shuts the door behind him. “Oh fuck.” He says as he drops his keys onto the entry table. Making his way towards you and Billy, his fingers work to loosen his belt. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
Billy snorts behind you. “Why would I?”
Standing in front of you, Stu lowers to his knees getting a better view of Billy driving in and out of you. He smacks Billy’s hand away and leans forward to lick your center, his tongue flicking across your clit causing a louder moan from you and your hole tightens around Billy’s cock.
Billy, unable to stop himself from commanding the both of you, huffs out “She likes that. Do it again.”
Obediently, Stu flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud again and again earning more and more noises from you.
“Let me fuck her, man.” His eyes find Billy’s, pleading.
Billy hums behind you. “Fine.” As Stu finishes sliding his pants to his knees, Billy adds “But I’m not getting out. Make yourself fit.”
“Wha-” You start, but are cut off by Billy’s hand covering your mouth.
“You’re gonna take us both, baby. And you’re going to like it.” You nod once and he releases his hand. He pushes the two of you lower down the couch, granting easier access for Stu.
Always the sweeter of the two, Stu caresses your cheek. “If you want to stop, just say so, baby.”
“Okay.” Your eyes are trained on Stu’s cock, precum beaded at the tip. He guides himself to your entrance, pausing to make eye contact with you, waiting for permission. One nod is all he needs before he’s shoving himself inside you, next to Billy.
The two of them still for just a second before resuming their thrusts. Your head falls back to Billy’s shoulder, your hands clutch Stu’s forearms.
You’re so full, you can’t think. The only thing you’re aware of is the pornographic moans coming from your mouth and the slapping sound of skin on skin.
Stu’s hand cups your cheek, the other flat on your belly. Billy’s hands have your hips in a death grip and you know you’ll have bruises later.
“Taking both of us so well, fuck.” Billy’s praises get you closer to the edge and you feel yourself tightening around the both of them.
Stu’s voice comes out breathless. “Like she was, shit, like she was made for us.” The hand on your check has moved to tangle into the back of your hair, pulling your further into Billy’s shoulder.
Their thrusts are relentless, giving you no breaks and when Stu’s hand reaches down to rub your clit, you come undone. Your eyes screw shut and your breath comes out in small huffs as you gush around them.
A smile breaks out on Stu’s face. “Feel that, Billy? I think she likes this.”
“Of course she does. Loves being fucked stupid, don’t you?” When you don’t answer, Billy smacks his hand on the side of your ass. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, I love it.” Between the fullness and your recent orgasm, it’s almost too much for you to speak.
You can tell their orgasm is coming when Billy and Stu’s thrusts grow erratic, their earlier rhythm gone. Billy is the first to release himself, the warmth of his cum being the undoing for Stu, with him following right behind Billy.
Still inside you, Stu collapses onto you and Billy. All three of your chests heave as you gasp for air.
Stu pulls out and helps you lift yourself off Billy. The emptiness you feel is a welcome relief, but you still miss how full they made you. The liquid mixture of the three of you leaks out, flowing do your thighs onto Billy’s. Stu pulls his pants up before raising himself from his knees.
Stu, ever the gentleman, pulls you up, holding you against his chest before kneeling down and picking you up. One arm holding your back and the other underneath your knees, he carries you the your shared bedroom and lies you down on the bed.
Tiredness consumes you and you gladly accept the blanket Stu has pulled over you. He kisses your forehead, whispering about how well you did, telling you he’ll get dinner started.
You’re about to drift to sleep when Billy kneels next the bed, his face inches from yours. “Rest, baby. We’ll have round 2 later.”
A/N: Just a quick little drabble of me fantasizing about our favourite slashers. I am still working through requests so please don't think I am ignoring you guys! They are coming :)
Billy Loomis
· Billy isn’t sure how to react at first, if you are around people sorry but he’s not going to tarnish his reputation with these soft moments. But if you're alone he will be conflicted.
· He’s not used to soft moments and he likes to be in control of any affection. He tries to keep it light like hand holding or sexual to try and keep you at a distance. So, this makes him sort of short circuit.
· Once he decides to allow it, it takes him a while but he does eventually relax into the embrace. He hates to admit that it is comforting, you make him feel secure and that worries him.
· He probably won’t sit for too long and may move eventually, he won’t disturb you but will leave you on the couch to rest.
Bo Sinclair
· Bo will never ever admit to this but he loves your soft affection, even if it’s only when you're asleep that he embraces it. He will pull you closer to him and wrap his arm around you. It’s the time he will let his guard down and let himself truly feel.
· If his brothers walk in he’s going to act like it’s a hassle, but even they know he doesn’t really mean it. Will also probably whine at you about it later.
· Bo loves you but he won’t admit that yet, even if you question it sometimes just know that you don’t get to see the way he looks at you like you're his world, or how your cute sleepy expression grips his heart. It’s these times where he thinks maybe he should be nicer to you, it’s now when he realises that he needs you even if he’s not ready to admit that.
Jason Voorhees
· Jason will not move a muscle if you fall asleep on him, you may as well be leaning on a comfier version of a statue. He wouldn’t do anything to wake you up.
· Barely breathes in fear or disturbing you. This man adores you and if you need sleep you're going to get it.
· If there are any trespassers he is going to be even more brutal than usual, how dare they disturb this intimate moment with his loved one. He lays you down as gently as he can, lucky you're a heavy sleeper.
· Jason will make quick work of the trespassers so he can get back to you, sure you may wake up with some leftover blood on you but it’s all worth it in the end to be in Jason’s arms.
Jesse Cromeans
· Jesse gets a small smirk on his face when he realises you’ve fallen asleep in his lap while he’s completing some paperwork. He will hold you while he works, occasionally stroking your hair and placing his chin on your head.
· You seem so small buried into his chest, it reminds Jesse how delicate you are and how protective he is of you to keep you here with him.
· Jesse is a busy man so its highly likely that he will end up having some sort of work that pulls him away from this intimate moment. He will carry you with ease to your bed and cover you in blankets to keep you warm until he can return.
· Won’t leave without placing the gentlest of kisses to your forehead and watching you snuggle in.
Lester Sinclair
· Lester is a busy man, he loves your affections but try to catch him when it won’t interfere with his day or piss Bo off. He will put your affections first and that can often get him in trouble with his brother.
· This man is the cutest cuddle bug, he will hold you for as long as you want. Will wrap you up in his arms and put a movie on, he is definitely the most chill out of the slashers when it comes to this kind of affection.
· Expect him to occasionally cover your face in soft kisses, the small smile it puts on your face gives him the cheesiest grin. Part of him wants you to hurry up and wake up so he can give you more affection, but don’t worry he wouldn’t dream of waking you.
· Lester cherishes you and when you wake up still in his arms expect to give him all of your attention for a while.
Michael Myers
· Do you like sleeping on the floor? Because that’s where you will end up if you fall asleep on Michael when he’s not in a very good mood. He’s an asshole. He does love you, but you don’t get to be affectionate without his approval when he’s in this kind of mood.
· If you catch him on a good day he will simply let you rest against him, most likely sitting still and watching you sleep.
· He thinks you're naïve to trust him when you're in such a vulnerable state, how he could hurt you at any moment. He likes to pretend that he could but you both know he would never do anything to hurt you. Not now that he had let you in.
· If you wake up to his head resting against yours as you both find comfort in the slight affection he will jump up and storm off as soon as he notices you're awake. Don’t bring it up unless you want him to pout for a while or threateningly glare at you from across the room. He will pretend it never happened.
Stu Macher
· Stu had always been a night owl, and it didn’t help he spent a lot of his nights out with Billy.
· You would wait up for him a lot at his place, flicking through the channels of the tv and waiting for that familiar click of the front door. He would instantly come and join you, arms open and waiting. He always missed touching and holding you.
· Would probably ramble on and not realise you were sleeping until he notices you aren’t answering him anymore. The cheesy smile this boy gets when he realises you're asleep.
· He will probably just watch you for a while, moving the hair out of your face.
· Stu is the type of guy to draw on people’s faces while they sleep, but with you he will just gently trace your features or draw small love hearts with his finger, laughing quietly to himself as your nose crinkles at the feeling.
· He wouldn’t move you, he loves holding you in his arms, keeping you close to him. Will for sure tease you about it later though.
Thomas Hewitt
· Thomas just melts when he feels your head rest against him. He knows how tiring it can be working in the heat, so he will let you rest for as long as you need to.
· He will blush if anyone else sees the two of you, but he’s still not moving.
· Thomas could hold you like this forever, but he worries that the couch isn’t the comfiest place to spend the night so he will carry you upstairs to your room, this man just wants what is best for you. He tries his best to be as gentle as possible when he lays you down, not wanting to wake you.
· He stands up to leave but notices you clinging to his shirt, the crinkle in your brow showing you're clearly not happy with the loss of contact. He lets out a husky huff before climbing into bed next to you, he melts under your touch and the thought that even in your sleep you need his touch.
Vincent Sinclair
· He stills immediately when he feels the contact. Vincent loves you so much but he’s not sure he will ever get used to the physical affections.
· When he realises you’ve fallen asleep on him his heart swells. You better believe this boy will not move an inch, your comfort is his entire priority. He will be dead still until you wake up, would not dream of disturbing you.
· Will definitely watch you sleep, he feels like he needs to commit every single line of your face to memory. Not only will he want to sketch you later on but the fear of you leaving still weighs heavily on him and he needs to make sure he would remember every detail of you.
· It’s like you can feel him staring when you shuffle closer to him and mumble his name, he instantly melts. He pulls you closer, reassuring you that he’s still there. He’s not going anywhere, he will always be there.
Day 14: Ethan Landry (Scream VI) x Fem!Reader - Period Sex
+18 mdni
1613 words
summary: Ethan's obsessed with his girlfriend and he wants EVERYTHING she has to offer, including her pussy during her periods.
tags: not beta read, established relationship, afab reader (she/her), vaginal sex, period sex, scent & smells kink, wet & messy sex, cunnilingus, blood eating, come eating, missionary position, fluff, hair pulling, obsession & devotion
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The air is heavy with the the scent of iron and cocoa butter lotion. Ethan is on the bed, on top of his girlfriend, who was laying on a ridiculous amount of towels. She has both hands in his messy, curly hair, and her eyes were shut tight, eyebrows scrunched as Ethan tried to swallow back his whorish moans.
She was holding so tight onto his hair that Ethan may as well come out of this with bald patches, but it's not like he'll care. After all, he was balls deep in her perfect pussy in the middle of her periods. He begged her if they could try having sex during her periods. Initially she refused because her cramps get pretty bad and she always feels extra yucky during them, and tonight she finally allowed him a taste after he spent the whole day looking after her every wish and whim like a good boyfriend should.
So after a long hot shower, putting lotion on her body, doing her skin and hair care routine and brushing her teeth, she finally felt comfortable enough to let Ethan have his way with her bloody pussy.
She knew she was going to get messy in record time, but at least she didn't feel like a sweaty, yucky mess.
Ethan had his arms bracketing her head, hovering over her body with her legs wrapped around his slim waist as he slowly thrusts in and out of her warm hole. His eyes were blown out and his cheeks pink in concentration. He was actually trying to be gentle with her tender body.
"How does it— feel?" She whispers shakily, heartbeat going haywire in her chest. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyelashes are darker, stuck together with drying tears.
"Hmmm, good," Ethan hums, nodding with his lower lip bitten. Clearly he's trying to keep his shit together if the hair stuck to his forehead was anything to go by.
"Why do you— Why?" She tries to ask, moaning when Ethan ruts his hips deeper inside, angling down then back up, as if he's trying to bulge out the surface of her tummy.
"It's like— You know it's a full moon tonight?" Ethan says with a small smile, burying his face in her chest, kissing the valley of her breasts and circling his tongue around a nipple before sucking it. She squeals at the feeling of his hot mouth around her sensitive little nub, back arching off the bed. She's trying to say something, and when Ethan realises, he pulls off, a thin string of spit connecting her nipple to his plush lower lip. He stares at her, waiting for his girlfriend to catch his breath.
"What does that have anything to do with you wanting period sex?" His girlfriend was confused. She was having a great time, still, but she was still a little lost on why he wanted to get messy like this.
Ethan shakes in her arms, "I saw somewhere it's like some— spiritual thing. If we fuck during your periods, I'll get obsessed with you,"
"Ethan, you're already obsessed with me,"
His hips stutter and she whines, this time letting go of his hair to hold onto his broad shoulders, hugging him to her chest as he starts to pick up the pace.
"Fuck, I know, baby I swear I'm fucking— I wanna be with you forever," Ethan's voice cracks at the end, he sounds utterly pathetic and ruined. He smacks more kisses to her chest, neck, then all over her face, like some overeager puppy while the rhythm of his hips get faster and faster knocking his girlfriend up the bed, bit by bit.
"Ethan," She moans, eyes shiny with tears, her warm legs tightening their hold on his hips as his pace spreads more and more blood around both of their pelvis, thighs, and even his stomach for some reason.
Suddenly he shoves one of his hands down under him, reaching for her puffy clit, carefully pressing his fingers down so he can draw tight little circles on the hot surface. Her reaction is immediate as her hips lift up the bed, back arching and head thrown back with a shaky moan.
"Shit, you're really sensitive now, 'm sorry baby," Ethan coos at her and proceeds to take back his hand, bend his head down to spit directly on her clit, and resume his rubbing and swiping, just faster and harder as his favourite girl trashes under him, hands clawing at his back.
"After we come, can I eat your pussy, please?" Ethan asks, out of breath, and it's then that she comes on his dick, squeezing him tight like a vice, as if she's trying to break his dick in half.
He moans then, he sounds like he's struggling to catch his breath as she squeezes the life out of his dick until he's spurting come deep inside her guts. He's sniffling, goosebumps raising all over his pale flesh as he tries to catch his breath, swallowing big gulps of blood and cocoa butter stained air.
"Eth— Ethan," She says, voice all small and ruined and Ethan leans down, kissing her on the mouth. They stay like that for a while, sticky chest to even stickier chest, Ethan still inside her, bare dick to her gummy, bleeding walls. They're slowly kissing, Ethan peppering her forehead with small kisses here and there, making her sigh and smile.
When they finally catch their breaths, her eyelids get heavy then, exhaustion settling in her bones, slow and pleasant.
Ethan stares at the girl and then slowly gets up, as soon as he's no longer blanketing her skin, she shivers. "Eeeettthan, 'm cold!" She whines, wrapping her arms around her naked body, trying to get warm. When he doesn't jump out of the bed to get her a blanket like he usually would, she lifts her upper body with her weak arms under her, "What're you doing?"
Ethan is sitting on his knees between her thighs, and now that she's actually looking at him, all of him; he's a mess.
His curly hair was half sticking in his face and flat at the top of his head from how hard she was gripping him there. His shoulders and his arms were red, with small red lines down the pale skin. His chest was also a little pink, and his abs were shiny with pre, cum, sweat and her own blood. The lower her eyes fell, the messier he got. Especially his soft cock, covered in a web of red, pink and white. The sight should disgust her, but it doesn't, instead, it makes her belly warm up.
Her eyes raise back up and Ethan was looking down at her pussy and the drying blood on her skin.
She can't help the shiver that runs down her body, making her thighs tremble for a second. Ethan notices and slowly raises his eyes back up to look at her. He looks a little out of it.
"You're alright?" She asks, gulping.
"Can I have a go now?" He asks, nodding at her pussy.
Her lips part, eyes wide, Ethan takes such good care of her. He's by far, the most attentive boyfriend she's ever had. Not only that, but he was clearly a little (very) obsessed with her, and the fact that it never bothered her must mean she was a freak too. So she may as well let him get what he wants, he deserves it after all. If he wants her pussy and blood, he'll get it.
She nods, teeth buried in her lower lip, "Okay, just— Be gentle, please?"
A smile splits his face, "I always am,"
"Okay," She jerkily nods, leaning back on the pillows and body immediately heating up when he puts his big hands on her thighs, and she no longer has need for a blanket.
Her pussy feels hot, and very wet. And the moment she feels his breath fanning across her dripping lips, she squeezes her eyes shut, holding her breath.
Ethan is careful, slowly breathing her in with his face a single centimetre away from her entrance. His nose accidentally nudges her sticky lips apart and she gasps, hands flying to his hair. He breathes deep, inhaling the heavy smell of iron, come and her favourite lotion; cocoa butter. Oh, his girlfriend was sweet. The sweetest in the world, and Ethan wanted to bury himself inside of her if he could, live under her skin, breathe her air and eat her food.
The sight in front of him should disgust him, especially with the drying blood under her thighs, reaching her ass, but Ethan wasn't like other people. He felt things a little differently, he can never be casual about anything. And so when he finally met his match, and found that she didn't give a shit whether he goes into a horny frenzy when she comes back from a run, all sweaty, or that he sometimes asks her to slap him around a little, even spit in his mouth then cuddle him to bed. She was so kind to him, so pretty and understanding and very much his, every inch of her precious body. And he was hers too.
So once her sticky scent is cemented in his head, he sticks his tongue out and drinks her in like the fountain of youth. She squeals, thighs squeezing around his head, almost cutting off his air supply, and Ethan couldn't be happier.
This is exactly where he belongs, between his girl's legs with his mouth coated in her blood and cum. And he never felt so owned and marked.
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☏₊˚.⋆ NEW YORK CITY—the place you’d went to escape. It was longways from your hometown, Woodsboro, California. New York was cold, crowded, and under constant gloomy conditions around this time of year.
You’d moved to New York to start your new life, or at least try to hide the one you’d pushed into the depths of your mind.
Blackmore University was where you’d met Tara. She was such an intriguing girl, but you had no idea what meeting her would involve you in. She introduced you to all of her friends, and her sister, Sam.
Ethan was the one that caught your eye. He was funny, dorky, and surprisingly hot.
You ended up dating him for a couple months. That was before things went entirely south. You’d broken up with him because he was fucking obsessed with you. He’d show up to wherever you were if you didn’t answer his third ‘wyd?’ text in the span of an hour.
After he’d tried everything in the book to try and get you back under his arm, he went silent. You thought he moved on, you thought he’d gotten over it. It was only just the beginning of his plan.
He was far from done with you.
Halloween fell upon Blackmore, sending students home for the weekend to spend the chilly breezes with all of their friends at whatever frat parties were on the block.
You were never the type to party, ever. You didn’t understand the appeal that came with getting drunk with a bunch of people that you wouldn’t see again.
You especially knew that now wasn’t the time—not when a masked killer was going around. The one that had been linked to Sam, which made them linked to Tara, which made them linked to their friends, which then made them linked to you.
You’d stepped into the crowded house, matching pirate costumes with Tara. As soon as the door opened, the stench of body odor and alcohol took over your senses.
Tara handed you a red solo cup, labeled ‘Pineapple’.
“Free booze!” She said enthusiastically, looking up at you.
You scoffed at her enthusiasm but took a sip anyway. Not horrible.
Tara grinned as she saw Chad. You’d already suspected he was the reason she dragged you to this party in the first place—to see Chad.
You were left alone, sipping whatever alcohol was put into the mixture in your hand.
You’d finally gotten bored of standing alone in the corner. Well, your knees had just gotten tired of standing.
You made your way upstairs, your heels clanking against the hardwood steps.
The sound of obnoxious rap music faded into the distance as you shut yourself into the privacy of an empty bedroom.
The moment of silence was short lived as the doorknob turned. You jumped ever so slightly, your heart rate temporarily quickening at the unexpected sound of an entrence echoed through the space.
It was Ethan, whom was rushing into the room with a long black cloak on, a white mask with a distorted expression in hand.
He was also never much of a party guy, therefore he was the last person you’d expect to enter through that door.
He was either wearing an extremely inconvenient costume, or was a masked murderer. You were really praying it was the first one.
His gaze shot up to you as he closed the door behind him.
“Y/n…?” He spoke anxiously with a shaky laugh.
Play it cool, you thought to yourself. If you were going to be killed, you at least wanted it to be by a hot virgin, who also happened to be the boy that still stalked your Instagram everyday.
“Ethan…hey.” You said, internally panicking. You slowly rose to your feet, heavy breaths leaving your lungs in the process.
“It’s not what it looks like,” He tried to explain. “Well, maybe it is…I- fuck.” He said, immediately starting to spiral. God, the kid really was gonna die a virgin if he spoke like this to every woman in a bedroom.
A beat of awkward silence passed.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?” He asked, lifting his head to look at you.
You reluctantly shook your head, watching carefully as he took a step closer to where you stood.
Your hand reached for your phone, looking for an out. Before you could even pick it up, his hand was yanking your wrist right away from it.
“Y/n, if you tell a goddamn soul, you’re next.” He said, his harsh tone sending shivers down your spine. You knew this was exactly what he came for—revenge.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you, baby?” He added, trying to convince you.
You hesitantly shook your head.
He nodded, a malicious grin on his face.
“I always knew you were a good girl.” He said, the sound of his voice almost sounded psychotic in a way. You couldn’t quite place it.
You nodded along. It was honestly kind of…satisfying. The whole Ghostface act only made him hotter. Well, it wasn’t necessarily an act.
You couldn’t help the grin that formed on your lips. God, he was so much hotter than you remembered. Sharper jawline, larger form, perfect teeth. When did he get so hot?
His gloved hands gripped your hips, his cold gaze boring into yours.
He roughly yanked the gloves off, tossing them onto the bed.
You were practically mouth to mouth as he spoke up quietly—almost a whisper.
“I mean, if you don’t wanna die tonight, you could at least get naked.” He said with a cocky chuckle. For once in his life, he held so much power over you.
You knew you should scream, cry, run. But something about the way he carried himself compared to the needy boy who’d depended on you for months, drew you in. Something about the whole ‘I’m gonna kill you’ attitude made you feel things.
His lips connected to yours, moving with aggression as his fingernails dug further into the clothed flesh of your hips.
Your hands moved to his neck as his hands glided up your dress and latched onto the sides of your underwear.
Your breath hitched as his cold hands made contact with your fairly warm skin—almost to the region that had been calling his name.
As he pressed another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips, his thumb traced over your slick folds.
A small whine slipped up your throat as the force moved against the bundle of nerves between your legs.
He chuckled softly, pulling his thumb away from the wetness that craved him.
Before you knew it, your dress was pulled up to your stomach, laced panties discarded somewhere across the room.
“Hm, tell me how much you missed me.” He said, his index finger slowly moving further into the warmth of your pussy, pumping in and out at a decently slow rate—slow enough to provide relief, not satisfactory.
Your staggered breaths and mushy sounds coming from below practically wiped your brain completely.
“I missed you…so much.” You stammered out desperately, clawing at the comforter beneath you.
His finger was suddenly removed, leaving you immediately frustrated.
“C’mon…” You whined, scoffing softly.
“Ah, ah. You’re not the one in charge, nor are you the one with the knife. Keep your mouth shut.” He said, pulling both his pants and boxers down to his thighs.
You stared as you watched his dripping erection slap against his stomach.
“God, i’ve been thinking about this since the moment I laid my goddamn eyes on you.” He said roughly, slamming his cock directly into your heat with zero warning whatsoever.
You let out a loud moan, causing his hand to immediately cover your mouth with his palm.
“Take every goddamn inch of it,” He said with a grin as his pace quickened. “Fucking slut, couldn’t even say no when I was standing in front of you with a goddamn knife.” He stated, huffing.
You let out a muffled sound into his hand as his tip kissed your cervix with no remorse.
His other hand reached up to grab your throat, not enough to make you lose breath, but enough to make you gag right into his palm as he pounded right into the spot that made you squirm beneath him.
His hips moved at a harder pace, his hands pushing your leg up to your chest for a deeper angle.
Your eyes roll back, voluminous moans leaving your lips as the bed creaked beneath your weight, and the intensity of his erratic thrusts.
He suddenly stopped, pulling out, a whimper leaving you at the loss of pleasure before he flips you onto your stomach, propping your legs up.
He ruthlessly slammed back into your sopping cunt, hands on your hips and pulling you back hard and fast.
You moaned into the mattress, practically tearing the cloth of the sheets.
He pulled your head up by your hair, leaning forward to speak.
“You like being fucked like this, huh? Still let me when you saw me standing there with a knife in my hand. Such a whore.” He smirked as your eyes rolled back at his words, he let go of your hair, your head falling right back into the mattress with a small thump.
His thrusts grew more punishing, his hand landing on your left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint that’ll be there for the next couple days, at least.
He let out a frown at the sight of you in front of him.
“You gonna come baby? Yeah? All over my cock?” He growled out, hips slamming into your ass repeatedly.
You nod with all of the might you had left.
He groaned once again as your white slop dripped down to the base of his dick.
He pulled out as your moans filled the atmosphere.
You rolled onto your back as he pulled his pants to rest on his hips.
“Will this keep your fucking mouth shut?” He said, a cocky grin on his swollen lips.
You just nodded as he spoke, barely about to catch your breath.
— a/n : first published work on tumblr!! sorry if ts is a little too kinky for a first post.
