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 ]
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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.
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╰ 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.
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╰ 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.
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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.
Description: The reader is dating Ethan but has some fun with Ghostface (Ethan) as well.
Warning: Smut, Cheating? (Not really), Pillow humping, clit rubbing, sex against a wall, public sex (sorta), choking, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex when Ethan is Ghostface, reader has sex with Ethan and Ghostface.
Word Count:4,481
Author’s Note: I haven’t watched Scream 7 yet but here’s this for the hottest ghost face imo. I left the ending open :)
Also I do have a Spock fic coming in the next few days
With Ethan and Chad being gone for class that was giving her all the free time that she could have. Cleaning the apartment, doing laundry and getting some studying done herself. It was so peaceful without the two boys there, not that they were always loud and annoying but it was always good to have some time for yourself, especially when you live with two boys.
Ethan was her boyfriend so they shared a bed and yes she loved him and always missed him but it was nice that she was alone. Chad always complained about how loud they were at night or in the morning while he was trying to sleep. She smirked at the memories of why they were being loud.
She tried to focus on her studies but the wetness building between her legs made that nearly impossible. She sighed and closed her laptop, not even turning it off, telling herself that she would get back to it after she was done. She went to her shared room with her boyfriend and stripped off her clothes, loving the feeling of the cool air hitting her wetness and her hard nipples.
She got in bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment, debating on how she wanted to please herself when her head turned and a smirk formed on her face. Ethan’s pillow. He was always praising the smell of her pussy and how good it was that she thought it would be perfect to use his pillow. She sat up and grabbed his pillow, smelling it for herself.
It smelled just like him and it made her needy. She straddled the pillow, imagining that it was him, feeling it up to find the perfect angle. The corner of the pillow was perfect for now as she stretched out a bit before placing her hands on it. Her hips moved slowly at first, her eyes closed as she imagined that she was riding her perfect looking boyfriend.
The thought of his hands on her, rubbing her and touching her in all the right spots made her hips move faster. Moans and whimpers fell from her lips as she rode the pillow. Her juices gushed out of her as her hips moved, each thrust made the bed rock some. That was another thing that made Chad complain, the bed.
They needed a new one, one that didn’t make noise but each thrust of her hips and the noise it made, made her more horny. She loved it as did Ethan. One of her hands reached up to toy with her nipple, imagining Ethan’s hand. His name weakly fell from her lips as her hips picked up speed again, the corner of the pillow hitting her clit perfectly.
Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t aware of her surroundings but she also didn’t care, not when this felt too good. Her hips nearly jumping now with each movement, skin slapping could be heard. Her jaw was dropped as the most sinful noises could be heard throughout the apartment.
She couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure between her legs and that nearly made her a dumbass. She wasn’t aware of the slasher that was hidden in their shared closet, watching her hump the pillow like she was going to die if she didn’t. He was hard and really wanted to touch himself but couldn’t, he needed to teach her a lesson first.
He burst out of the closet, causing her to scream and clutch the pillow to her body. Her arousal was still high but her hips stopped humping the pillow.
“What the fuck?” She heard about the masked figure in the room from the others.
Ghostface, a legend of Woodsboro. They stared at each other, waiting for the next move. The knife clutched in his hand like he was about to use it.
“You seem pretty desperate for a girl that has a boyfriend.” The voice modulator, it was so hot that her thighs clenched.
She didn’t know what to say to that, maybe it was the fear or the embarrassment. She nearly flung herself back as he moved,quick, capturing her to his body. He turned her around so her back was against his chest. She was panting again but this time from fear, not just pleasure.
One of his gloved hands was wrapped around her body so she couldn’t move, the other made its way all over her body. She tried not to moan when he cupped her breast or when his hand traveled down to her wetness that was pulsing with need.
“So wet, all over a pillow?” He teased and she wanted to cry.
She wishes that it was just her pillow and her boyfriend but ghostface also made her horny and that thought alone made her want to be locked up in a mental asylum. He chuckled, moving his hand to rub her clit, causing her to tense up a bit.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby, it’s hot.”She gulped and tried to stop the noises that built up in her throat at the feeling.
The fabric of the glove really felt good against her pussy.
“No, don’t hide those pretty noises. Let me hear them.” She was beat red at this point, she couldn’t believe what was happening and a sick part of her (the biggest part) didn’t want it to stop.
She let all the pathetic noises leave her lips as he rubbed faster. Her hips moved, humping his hand as she chased the pleasure that she was near earlier. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed as she let out the loudest moan.
She sat next to her boyfriend as Mindy explained the Stab movies and how all the new people in the group were suspects. She wanted to roll her eyes at the girl but didn’t especially when she called out Anika, her girlfriend.
“Roomate lotteries can be juked.”
That never even crossed her mind, nor would she think it crossed Ethan’s either as they made eye contact, clearly confused. She tried not to think about the other night when the killer was in her and Ethan’s room pleasuring her. He didn’t make one move to kill her. She couldn’t tell the others about it, that would also make her look bad and look like a cheater.
“You okay?” Ethan asked her, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She looked at her boyfriend and nodded.
“Yeah, just scared.” He understood how she felt and he wanted to protect her from this creep.
“You’re safe with me.” He winked at her, causing her to laugh and Chad made a fake puking noise.
She wasn’t exactly sure she needed protecting from Ghostface like that, he didn’t seem to want to kill her by any means.
She was on the bed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes and letting out a loud moan. Her hands were in Ethan’s hair as he licked and sucked her pussy, drenching it with his spit and her juices. Ethan loved eating pussy, it was one of his favorite sexual activities.
The taste of her was amazing and he even made sick jokes about the scent being made into cologne so he could smell it all the time. Her face was red at the thought as she humped his face. His nose catches her clit every now and then, causing her to cry out. Chad was with his sister and the carpenter's sisters.
So she could be as loud as she wanted and she took advantage of that. Her pussy was gushing all over his face as he moaned at the taste and smell. It was all he could focus on right now. His hands dug into her thighs as he ate her like a meal. His hard dick straining in his jeans, begging to be touched.
But before he went to Econ he needed to taste her and make her cum. Her thighs were shaking and closing around his head making him groan against her. It didn’t take much after that for to cum, hips bucking wildly as she cried out his name. He licked every last drop of her cum, humming at the taste.
He pulled away with a wet mouth and she stared down at him with tired eyes.
“I’ll be back after Econ.” He winked and pulled away from her, causing her to whine.
She felt bad that he had to go to class with a raging hard on but he chose that for her.
Ethan should be back now and she hated that he wasn’t and that he wasn’t answering his phone. She was starting to get scared as she thought about the masked killer and how he could have killed him. She was only in a tank top and panties as she tried to focus on her laptop again but Ethan and his safety crossed her mind.
She closed the laptop, this time turning it off and she went to her bedroom to put on some clothes before heading out to look for him. As she reached the bedroom she heard a noise and froze. A mere second later her phone was ringing and she wished that it was Ethan but it was an unknown number.
“Hello?” She answered the call and looked around.
“Hello Y/N.” She recognized the voice.
“Where’s my boyfriend?” She asked and Ghostface sighed on the other line.
“Why? Are you scared that I killed him?” He taunts her and she stays put but looks around the bedroom.
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” She said and that made him chuckle.
She decided to walk into the bedroom.
“So are you here?” She asked and opened the closet to grab a shirt but that seemed to be his hiding spot so she nearly dropped the phone and stepped back fast as he stepped out the closet.
“Aw you missed me?” She bit back a smart remark as he was so close to her.
“You seemed prepared for me.” He spoke as he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to him.
Her breathing picked up again and she couldn’t deny that she was horny but she was going to try to fight it this time. She tried to get out of his grip but he flung her back on the bed. There was a part of her that hoped Ethan would walk through the door but another part of her was way too horny for this.
She watched as the masked killer got on the bed and pushed her down, his gloved hands immediately on her body. She hated how wet this made her as his hands moved down to her panties.
“Your boyfriend ate you out and that still wasn’t enough?” He teased and she thought about the fact that if he knew that then he was definitely in the closet for awhile.
He yanked down her panties, nearly ripping them. She gasped as he straddled her, this time preparing to fuck her.
“You look like you could use a good dick.” She wanted to say something but couldn’t, she felt dizzy with need.
His hand distracted her while he got himself free. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock right at her entrance.
“Just so you know, I don’t use condoms.” He told her and before she could say anything he pushed inside of her, causing her to gasp loudly.
He was big, around the same size as Ethan but the shock of the no condom thing made her eyes widened. A stranger’s bare dick was inside of her and her and Ethan haven’t made it to that point yet, they always use condoms. He chuckled at her reaction before thrusting, causing her to cry out.
He was thrusting fast and hard, something Ethan and her hadn’t done yet. It crossed her mind to bring up but with school and everything it was always the last thing on her mind. It felt so fucking good though that she was nearly crying.The bed was banging against the wall in a way that it hadn’t before.
Her cries and moans loud and her eyes rolled. He wrapped a gloved hand around her throat, applying some pressure that made her choke a little but it added to the pleasure. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going.
“Ethan you fucking scared me!” She yelled at him after Chad threw him up against the car.
“I had Econ!” He exclaimed and she shook her head, tears in her eyes.
“For that long?” She asked and that gave the others all they needed to accuse him even further.
He moved to hug her but she stepped back, “There’s a killer out there, Anika and Quinn are dead! That could’ve been you!” She yelled.
He realized that she didn’t think he was the killer but afraid that he had been killed.
He turned to Mindy, “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re at the top of my list.” She glared at him.
Ethan looked flabbergasted by the whole thing but when he turned back to his girlfriend she was walking away.
“Baby i’m so sorry.” He banged on the bedroom door.
She was on the other side of the door in tears.
“I should’ve come home right after but I got caught up studying.” He said and laid his head against the door.
“I was so scared Ethan.” She whispered and that was true but it also left her mind while the killer was inside of her.
“Please baby, let me in. I’m sorry.” She opened the door and his eyes softened at the sight.
She had been crying for the billionth time that night, annoyed with herself and at him. He immediately hugged her and she cried in his arms. He let her for a few minutes before picking her up and walking over to the bed. He set her down gently like she would break otherwise. She looked at him and sniffled.
“Let me make it up to you.” He said and leaned down to kiss her neck.
She let out a soft sigh as she felt his lips attack her neck, moving down to her chest that he had access to in her low cut shirt. He cupped her tits and kissed the top of them softly. He pulled down the shirt to get better access as he loved on them, whispering i’m sorry over and over again. He made love to her that night, it was soft and calm filled with apologies and I love you’s.
She stood next to Ethan as they waited for the next train. Mindy remained far away from them as she still didn’t trust Ethan. She even scolded her for not breaking up with him after that. On the train Ethan seemed quite, more so than usual but honestly she didn’t blame him. Everyone thought that he was the killer after Quinn and Anika died and now all of them were going to the sanctuary to hide and catch the killer.
Ethan was staring at Mindy with a certain look in his eyes. Y/N found herself staring at her boyfriend waiting for him to stop.
“Are you okay?” She asked and he looked at her as if he hadn’t been glaring at Mindy.
“Yeah but Chad told me to keep an eye out for her.”
“Yeah not glare at her like you wanna kill her.”
“She already thinks i’m the killer anyway.” He shrugged and that should’ve been the red flag but he was right, Mindy did think that.
Both of them turned their heads to see Mindy on the ground. She had been stabbed.
“Fuck.”
“Mindy.” They both ran over to her and begged people to call 911.
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“You’re gonna be okay.” They both helped Mindy up and off the subway yelling for people to call 911.
“I was wrong again.” She felt a little relief in the fact that Mindy no longer thought that her boyfriend was the killer.
“I’ll stay with her, you go.” Ethan told her and she looked at him like he was crazy.
“No, I’m staying with you.” She told him and he shook his head.
“You need to get to safety. I’ll be there I promise.” She tried to argue but eventually gave up and went.
She tried to call one of them and tell her that she was on her way and what happened but nobody answered. She kept replaying the scene on the subway in her head, Mindy was almost killed and Ethan isn’t here with her. She gave Sam one last phone call hoping she’d answer but she didn’t.
Luckily they still left the door unlocked for her to get in though she snuck in just in case Ghostface was there. She looked around and being in here again gave her the creeps. This place held some crazy objects and just had an off vibe. She left the door unlocked for Ethan to get in and she hoped he’d arrive soon.
She walked around in hopes that Sam or Tara would be around but nothing. She went behind the stage and gasped, seeing Ghostface. Her eyes widened and she wanted to run, how the hell did he get in here? Then again the door was left unlocked and that’s how she got in.
“Are you gonna kill me this time?” She asked, shaking with fear and arousal.
Just the thoughts about what this man has done to her, it was pathetic.
“Aren’t you curious as to who I am?” Of course she was but if she knew he’d have to kill her.
“I know you killed Quinn and Anika.” She said, that thought alone should turn her off but it didn’t.
“How could I have killed them if I was inside of you?” He stepped closer to her.
“So there’s more of you?” She asked and looked around.
“Have all of you been playing with me?” That was the question that came to mind.
“You’re mine. Nobody else has touched you.” She nearly felt her body give out.
“That turns you on? You’re a very dirty girl.” Yeah she hated how her body responded.
He started circling her like prey. She had the chills. At any given moment he could kill her but that was never in his agenda. The closer he got to her, the wetter she got. She wanted him and she was tired of denying it. She loved Ethan with all her heart but she was so attracted to whoever this.
He made her feel things Ethan had yet to. She let him do whatever he wanted. He backed her up against the wall of the stage, wrapped one of her legs around his waist so he could grind against her. She let her head fall back against the wall, her head was blank now. She could feel his hard cock against her and it felt so good.
“I hate how you make me feel.” She whimpered out to him.
He chuckled and she wished that she could hear his real voice. The knife that he had dropped to the ground as he had no intention to kill her. She let herself get lost in the feeling of him. She wanted to beg him to fuck her right here right now. It would be so dirty and wrong but maybe that’s what turned her on.
Her hands moved to his mask, he didn’t even try to stop her. His hips kept moving and she stared into the mask with lustful eyes.
“Please.” She whispered.
He tilted his head and with the other hand moved to her jeans. She bucked her hips as he unzipped her jeans. His gloved hand pulled them down just as eager as her.
“Let me see you.” She didn’t think before the words left her mouth.
He ignored her as he tugged her jeans down a little.
“You have to.” She whines softly and he again ignored her, pinning her hips to the wall so she couldn’t move.
She pulled him closer with her hands. She looked desperate, needy and horny. Her eyes stared at him as he rubbed her clit. He knew what she wanted but if he fucked her here he knew she’d be too loud.
“We can’t get caught.” He said and she nodded, understanding.
He lifted the gown and got his dick free from his jeans. She felt more wet from excitement. The feeling of him against her. He lifted her leg again and she gasped, he covered her mouth knowing she was going to be too loud. Her eyes fell shut as he thrusted inside of her, bare, like he had before but she didn’t care.
He felt amazing and he had to cover her mouth because of it. Her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life. She needed to see him, if she or he was to die tonight she needed to know who he was. If she managed to get out alive she told herself that he would be the secret she would keep.
She managed to get her hands on his mask, both of them lost in pleasure.
“Please.” She was begging and mouthing the word to him.
He was thrusting hard and her breathing was hard. The room felt hot and his hand that covered her mouth moved to her throat. When she was close, he felt it. He felt her pussy spasm and squeezed him. Her hands fell from his mask and the hand that squeezed her throat moved to his mask. She gasped as she saw him removing it.
Her orgasm started and she let out a loud moan and a gasp as she saw who was behind the mask. He smiled at her and her eyes rolled back. He slowed his thrusting and cooed at her.
“My good girl.”
The adrenaline and the shock made her orgasm better. This whole time Ethan was fucking her and she had no idea. He grunted as he came as well. His hips came to a stop and she managed to look at him, eyes wide.
“Ethan?” Her voice was a whisper and she was shocked.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.
“You're ghostface?” She asked him.
“One of them, yes.” He admitted to her and she tried to wrap her head around that.
He’s killed people. He’s been making her think that she was cheating on him.
“So now you have to kill me?” She asked him.
He was a little surprised that she wasn’t scared or freaked out by this but worried that he would kill her.
“No. But I have to kill them.” He said and that’s when the tears welled up in her eyes.
She couldn’t let him do that, he’d be in prison forever. She hated how she thought, how she wasn’t scared of him.
“Ethan No. Let's just run away together. Forget all of this.” She begged and she wished that she had it in her head to fool him but she was being serious.
“I have to do this for my brother.” He cupped her face with his gloved hand.
“Richie was my brother and Sam needs to pay.” He let her shaky leg down and pulled away, fixing himself.
She couldn’t believe it. None of it actually. Ethan was Sam’s ex boyfriend’s brother.
“Richie was your brother?” Her voice was soft and she felt terrible for him.
She saw the look on his face, the tears that were built up.
“You should help us.” She couldn’t find it in her to laugh at how ridiculous this was.
“Ethan. This is so crazy.” She said and moved from the wall to get closer to him.
“I love you but this is crazy.”
“I refuse to kill you. They want me too but I refuse to. You had nothing to do with it.” Her heart was pounding fast.
“Nor did Anika and Quinn.” She told him.
He wanted to tell her that Quinn was alive and that was his sister but the more information he gives her the more she has to be forced to make a choice.
They heard a noise and Ethan put the mask on, “I’ll be back.” He tells her and she lets herself go, crying and sliding to the floor.
She didn’t hate him even though she should. She didn’t think so ill of him even after all he just told her and has done. She loved him and it was even better that he was the ghostface that was fucking her.
“Y/N?” Her head raised and looked over. It was Detective Bailey. She got up and wiped her eyes as if he didn’t see her just on the ground crying.
“Are you okay?” She nodded and looked at him.
“I’m scared.” She admitted and that was the truth
She refused to tell him that Ethan was one of the ghostface.
“It’s okay Y/N. I’m here to take down Kirby. She’s been the one doing all of this.” It was genuine shock on her face hearing that.
Kirby, who was a victim of Ghostface herself, was orchestrating all of it. She thought back to what Ethan said about doing this for Richie. What was Kirby’s relation in that? She followed the cop to where Sam and Tara were and she was relieved to see them.
“Y/N?” Before Y/N could speak, she saw Kirby who was pleading that one of the ghostface knocked her out.
When Bailey ended up shooting her she gasped and felt someone tug her forward. It was the ghostfaces. Ethan had her and the other one was on the other side of Bailey.
“What?” She felt genuinely shocked.
She believed him about Kirby even though it didn’t make any sense after what Ethan had told her. She looked back at Ethan as he revealed himself. She felt her thighs clenched and hated that. She didn’t think to fake a reaction as she was still shocked by the fact that he was Ghostface.
When Quinn took off her mask, Y/N felt like she could faint. She stared in utter shock and it clicked in her head before Bailey could speak. They were Richie’s family. Quinn’s death was faked and thanks to Bailey being a cop that was easy.
“And little Y/N here should be dead but Ethan is too pussy to kill her.” She winced at his harsh words towards his son.
Ethan’s grip on her tightened and she looked back at him.
“I can get her to join us.” Ethan said and Tara stuttered out a reply, “Y/N don’t.”
“You say you love me Y/N, how far are you willing to go?”
Just imagine teasing a subby!Ethan after he’d been a brat… 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
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Ethan was in your bed, back against the wooden headboard with his hands cuffed behind his back. Your pink fuzzy handcuffs on him this time. It was a bit unusual at first—taking control rather than letting him lead in the bedroom. But as soon as you saw those big brown puppy eyes staring up at you… it didn’t take much else to shove him into the mattress and straddle him.
He got himself in this situation. Being a brat at a party that you and your friends were at. Constantly trailing behind you like a lost puppy and clinging to you. Even kissing and slobbering on your neck while poor Tara and Mindy had to watch. He didn’t listen to any of your warnings either, just groped at your boobs and the hem of your crop top shamelessly.
The sight of his shaft glistening with lube, the way it pulses and twitches with each beat of his heart, makes my core clench and ache with desire. I can't help but grind my hips against his thigh, seeking some much-needed friction. The thin lace of my panties is soaked through, clinging to my swollen lips and dripping with my arousal.
You lean in close, your glossy lips brushing against Ethan's ear as you whisper, “Mmm, doesn't that feel nice though? Having my hands all over this big, hard cock?”
“I bet you wish it was my tight little pussy gripping you instead, don't you baby?” You purr, your hot breath fanning over his skin. “Too bad you're all cuffed up and can't have what you want...“ You giggle again, giving his cock a patronizing pat before trailing your fingers up to circle his nipples, toying with the sensitive buds until they stiffen under your touch.
Ethan lets out a low, strangled moan as your fingers circle his nipples, the sensitive buds stiffening and pebbling under your teasing touch. His back arches off the bed, his abs flexing as he grinds his hips up to meet your hand.
His cock is leaking constantly now, drooling all over your hand and dripping down onto his balls.
The lace of your panties is thin and damp, and he can feel the heat of your core even through the fabric. It makes him crazy, knowing that you're just as turned on as he is, knowing that you're teasing him on purpose.
You can’t help but let out a moan as you pump his cock. The lube making obscene squelching noises as you pump him slowly from base to tip. Shlick, shlick, shlick... the sounds fill the room, mingling with your ragged breaths and needy whimpers.
Ethan lets out a low, guttural moan as your hand wraps around his balls, squeezing and massaging them. Coating them in lube as well, making him messy.
But then you're grinding against him, your hips rutting against his muscular thigh, and Ethan can't help but moan like a bitch in heat. He can feel the heat of your core even through the thin, damp lace of your panties, and it makes him crazy with lust.
His voice is a low, desperate rasp as he murmurs, “Fuck, baby... that feels so fucking good. Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm so close... I'm gonna... fuck... I'm gonna cum...”
You pause your movements, gripping the base of his throbbing cock tightly between your thumb and index finger. A wicked grin spreads across your lips as you watch Ethan’s shaft twitch and pulse in your grasp.
Leaning in close, you whisper huskily against his ear, your voice dripping with mocking amusement, “Oh, I don't think so, puppy. You really think I'd let you cum that easily?” You punctuate your words with a sharp squeeze to his base, making him gasp and buck his hips.
“Silly puppy… I haven’t given you permission yet.”
Ethan lets out a strangled groan as you squeeze the base of his cock, his hips jerking up involuntarily as he tries to thrust into your grip. His shaft is throbbing and pulsing, the head a deep, angry red and leaking constantly. He's so close to the edge, so desperate for release, but he knows that he can't have it. Not until you say so.
He can feel the cruel amusement in your voice, the mocking laughter that makes his heart race and his cock jump. Ethan's eyes are wild, his pupils blown wide and dark with lust as he stares up at you. His chest is heaving, his abs flexing with each ragged breath.
Ethan's voice is a low, desperate rasp as he murmurs, “Please... please let me cum, baby. I can't... I need... fuck, I need it so bad. I'll do anything... anything you want. Just please... pleas.” He's begging now, rambling and pleading as he grinds his hips up against your hand, seeking some kind of friction, some kind of relief.
You couldn't help but laugh cruelly at the pathetic sight of Ethan begging so desperately for his release.You let go of his throbbing cock, only to smack the shaft lightly, watching him wince at the sudden contact.
Pressing your thumb into the weeping slit of his cockhead, you cooed mockingly, “Look at that, so much sticky precum. You must really like being treated like a needy little puppy, don't you Ethan?” You purred, your voice dripping with false sweetness.
Ethan lets out a sharp hiss as you smack his shaft, his hips jerking back instinctively at the sudden sting of pain. But it's quickly replaced by a low, guttural moan as you press your thumb into the weeping slit of his cockhead, his body shuddering at the intense sensation.
“Fuck yes... I love it. I love how you tease me, how you make me beg for it. I love being your puppy, your toy to play with.”
You grin wickedly, wrapping your fingers around Ethan's throbbing shaft and starting to pump it at a rapid pace. The slick lube allows my hand to glide smoothly up and down his impressive length, from the base to the leaking tip.
“That's it, puppy. Doesn't that feel amazing? I can see how much you love having your pretty cock played with. I wonder how long you'll last before you make a mess all over my hand?” You giggle wickedly, squeezing his shaft a little tighter as you continue your relentless pumping.
Ethan's body is trembling uncontrollably now, his muscles tensing and flexing as he fights the urge to explode. His cock is throbbing and pulsing in your grip, the head a deep, angry red and leaking constantly. He's never been so hard, so desperate, and the feeling of your hand pumping his shaft at a rapid pace has him seeing stars.
Ethan's voice is a low, strangled rasp as he murmurs, “I can't... I d-don’t... hnngg... I’m so fucking close.”
His abs clench and unclench, sweat dripping down his chest as he grunts and whimpers pathetically. “I'm gonna... I can't... please...” He's begging now, no longer able to form coherent sentences. His eyes squeeze shut, his head thrown back as he grits his teeth, trying with every fiber of his being to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over him.
You grin wickedly, pulling your hand away from Ethan's throbbing cock at the last second.
Leaning in close, you coo teasingly, “Aww, what's the matter puppy? You gonna cum already? I thought you could handle more than that.” You trail a single finger up his shaft, feeling it jump and twitch at your touch.
Ethan lets out a strangled, desperate moan as you pull your hand away, his hips jerking up off the bed as if trying to follow your touch. His cock is throbbing and pulsing, the head a deep, angry red and leaking constantly. He's so close to the edge, so desperate for release, that the sudden loss of stimulation has him seeing red.
Ethan's chest is heaving, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he stares up at you with wild, desperate eyes. When you lean in close and taunt him, Ethan's heart clenches in his chest, a mix of frustration and desperation warring within him.
His voice is a low, desperate rasp as he murmurs, “No, please... I can handle it. I can handle anything you want to do to me. I'm your puppy, your toy... I just... fuck... I need...”
"Aww, listen to you. Gonna cry?" You coo mockingly. "Go on then. Cry, beg.” You trail a finger along his thigh, the muscles jumping and trembling beneath your touch.
Ethan's voice is a low, desperate whimper as he murmurs, “Yes... yes, I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna fucking cry if you don't let me cum. Please, please let me cum. I need it so fucking bad... I need you to say it's okay.”
Ethan just stares up at you with those wild, pleading eyes, his body trembling and his heart racing as he waits for your command. Waiting for you to tell him that he can have his reward, that he can finally find the release he so desperately craves. “Please... please say it. Say you'll let me cum. I'm begging you...” He whimpers, his voice breaking on the last word.
