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can i pleaseee request a dark!ghostface!ethan landry x reader where the reader doesn’t know ethan is ghostface and she looses him at a party so she stumbles around tipsy trying to find him calling out his name when suddenly someone dressed as ghost face approaches and starts walking beside her making very sketchy and personal questions (its ethan but obviously reader doesn’t know 🙄) ultimately leading to a chase and she gets home thinking shes safe and suddenly he ambushes reader and ‘spice occurs’ (idk) and then shes like “no! i need ethan!” and he gets …turned on… and asks about himself iykwim . pls base it off of that 😭
holy shit i love this … ethan’s gonna feel so fucking smug about reader needing him heh
tell me more — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : being attacked by ghostface leads to strange questions about ethan. ethan being behind the mask grows more and more turned on the more you say.
contents : just filthy, slight dub con, unprotected sex. wc 2.9k
You down another red solo cup. But as no more liquid falls down your throat, your brows begin to furrow. You pull the cup away to see no more alcohol sloshing inside.
“Ethan,” you turn. “Can you get me another—”
You stop, not seeing the curly haired boy behind you. You spin. Or beside you. “Ethan?” You call, your tone tipsy, over the rowdy students, all enjoying the party.
You step, but sway as you grab the wall. A giggle escapes you as you nearly knock shoulders with a passing couple. “Sorry.”
You go back to looking for Ethan, who had been by your side the entire party up till now. “Ethan?” You drag out the syllables as you squint your eyes. “Where are you?” You mutter under your breath.
“Y/n?”
You spin, seeing Chad. “Chad!” You exclaim. “Have you seen Ethan?”
Chad chuckles at your slightly slurring words. You put your hands on your hips, as you wait for his response.
Chad shakes his head. “Last I saw, he was with you.”
You sigh, turning back to stare through the house party.
“You alright?” Chad asks. You nod in response.
“I’m fine, you go…go back to…whatever you were doing.” You walk away, gazing around.
“Ethan—oh.” You bump into someone, and as you glance up to apologise you pause, seeing the white face of Ghostface.
You narrow your eyes, stepping back, swaying a fraction. “Excuse me.” You say, walking past them.
As you try to continue your search, you feel a presence beside you. Glancing to your left, you see Ghostface, black cloak and all, walking alongside you. “What— who are you? You know, its not a great costume.” You continue slowly walking through the crowd.
“Is it not?” The baritone voice of Ghostface asks.
“Hey!” You slightly slur. “Where did you find one of those modulators? I’ve been trying to find one.” You pause. “To try it out, not because…I uh, kill people. I don’t kill people.”
Your blurting out anything on your mind, and Ghostface just tilts he head as he observe you.
“You know, you could have been more original. Everyone dresses up…as Ghostface.” You say, slightly poking his chest.
“And how do you know I’m dressing up?”
You pause. “Well…” you blink, trying to screw your head on straighter.
“How do you know I’m not the real Ghostface.” He whispers, the low voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Uh…your at a house party?” As if that would prove your point.
“You don’t think Ghostface goes to house parties?”
“I mean not to party,” you say, slightly growing wearier. “…obviously.”
“Is that what you do—party?” Ghostface asks.
“Of course!” You say, stumbling a bit. “I always go to parties. Usually with—oh!” You exclaim, glancing around.
“Have you seen a boy with curly brown hair, and a cute smile?” You ask Ghostface.
“What’s his name?”
“Ethan.” You nod, squinting your gaze on the crowd again. “He disappeared.”
“A cute smile?” Ghostface inquires.
“Yes.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Now get looking.”
You walk farther into the hallway, where it appears quieter and darker, away from the fluorescent lights. “Ethan?”
Then you feel a breath by your ear. “You seem desperate.”
You spin, seeing Ghostface. “Don’t do that, your making me think your actually a creepy killer.” You whisper. Alcohol still buzzed in your system, but you could feel it begin to ebb away as you stared at the silent, eerie figure.
“Mr. Ghostface?” You ask, since they hadn’t answered you. “Or Mrs.”
You then see something glint against the hanging hallway light. Something metal, in Ghostfaces grip.
“What—” you cut yourself off, staring at it. The threat suddenly clicks in your brain, as you whip your gaze back up to Ghostface’s mask. He begins to step closer, and you stumble slightly back.
You look around and realise how alone you are. Ghostface is blocking the way back to the party. You glance behind you and see the front door. Without thinking, you run to it, turning the handle and rushing outside.
This house was thankfully not a far walk from your apartment. And as you glance back to see Ghostface following you, you hurry your steps.
Your growing soberer by the second, as the cold air hits your face, and the looming danger of getting stabbed makes your pulse quicken. You can hear steps pick up behind you, making you hurry yours in turn.
You’re soon nearing your apartment, and wondering why Ghostface hasn’t caught you yet, you weren’t that much of a fast runner. Was it genuinely some joke?
You spare a glance behind you to see no one. You don’t slow though. Carrying up to your door, whipping it open and locking it.
You breathe heavy as you back up into your apartment, switching the lights on. “Fuck, that better have been a joke.” You mutter, feeling almost stupid for freaking out.
“I’m afraid it wasn’t.” The low voice makes you spin. There stands Ghostface in your kitchen, the signature tilt to his head.
You should have grabbed a knife. You rush farther into your apartment as you try to reach for a room, but Ghostface is quick to intercept, grabbing you and yanking you towards him.
You scream, trying to get out of his grip. “Shh.” He whispers against your ear, as your back presses against his front.
“No, get the fuck off me!” You exclaim harshly.
“Did you end up finding your friend?”
“You know that I didn’t.” You hiss back, as you continue to struggle.
Ghostface chuckles, right by your ear. His grip wraps around you, one of his hands on your stomach, as he stands flush against you.
You gulp. Ethan, god, you hope he was okay. “You didn’t—”
“Didn’t what?”
“Hurt my friend.”
Behind the mask Ethan’s grin is growing. He had wanted a little fun, and seeing you scared and running gave him a rush, one that went straight to his dick. You seemed so concerned for you “friend”. Your cute little question on if he hurt…well…himself, made this all the more enjoyable.
“You seem, so concerned.” He probes. The feeling of you against him, has his voice dropping, even deeper than the modulator originally is, as his sentence husks out.
“Of course I’m concerned.” You say, trying to keep your fear from being prominent in your voice. “I wouldn’t want him hurt, or worse killed.”
Ethan’s gloved hand spreads wider across your stomach, keeping you from running away. He rests his chin on your shoulder, making you stiffen. “Ethan, right?”
You gulp. “Yes. Please don’t hurt my friends, don’t hurt him.”
Ethan is growing more turned on, by your tone of worry. You cared so much for him, and Ethan could tell. Fuck, he liked you like this. He wanted to know more.
“You care about him, don’t you?”
“Yes.” You say, very aware of the knife still in his grasp.
“How much?” Ethan hisses.
“A-a lot.”
“Oh? Why do you care about him—a lot?”
“He’s always been a good friend.” You say, your breathing mismatched.
“Is that all?”
“No. He’s also quite cute.” Your spewing answers in hopes that Ghostface won’t kill you. But you know how foolish that notion is.
“Is he? What’s cute about him?” Ethan asks, licking his lips.
“His uh, face.”
“That’s a bit generic.”
“Also his hands, I like his hands.” In response Ethan, drags his hand lower down your stomach making you slightly arch into him. Your wearing a pretty little skirt, that him as Ethan couldn’t look at for too long. But him as Ghostface could do whatever he wants.
“Why?” God, Ethan was getting hard. Being this close to you, and hearing your praising words is sending heat through him.
“Um, their big and…I like how they feel.”
Fuck, Ethan is breathing hard. He pulls you closer to him, making you gasp. “What else?”
“H-he um.” You gulp. “His hair. I like his hair. I always want to run my fingers through it.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because that would be weird.” You two were friends, you felt it would cross that line. Though as you begin think about all these things about him, your starting to feel butterflies slowly swarm your stomach. Did you “like like” Ethan?
“I don’t think so. It’s a friendly thing to do.”
You hold back a scoff. “I’m not taking any sort of advice from you.”
Ghostface—Ethan—chuckles. “But I’m being honest. I’m sure he’d love if you ran your pretty fingers through his hair. Maybe he might slide his hand to rest on your thigh.” Ethan slowly brings his hand further down your body, to stop on your thigh, your skirt slightly scrunching up.
You shudder at the shift. Fear and adrenaline coursing through you. “No. He wouldn’t do that.”
“You sound so sure.” Wouldn’t do that?—Ethan thinks to himself. No. He’d do a lot more. He has the urge to track back up your thigh, this time under your skirt. But he wants to drag this out a little longer.
“Let’s say he did do that. How would you react?”
“Why are you asking me this—”
His grip hardens on your thigh making you shut up.
You gulp. “I would probably move closer. To reach his hair better.”
“And how would you feel?”
“I would feel…hot.”
“Where?”
“What?” Your mind is running wild as thoughts of Ethan swarm your brain.
“Where would you feel hot?” Fuck, Ethan was growing agitated. He could feel his cock throb. The pressure of his pants made sure you didn’t feel him through the long cloak.
“Um.” Your voice shakes a fraction. “In my…stomach.”
“Here?” Ethan wanders back to your stomach and taps his fingers against the material if your top.
“Y-yes.”
“Are you sure?” Ethan’s gloved hand goes lower, making your breath hitch. “Not here?” It’s a ghost of a touch. But you feel it, his finger brushing across your clothed pussy. You shudder against him. You were hot. Exactly where he said.
“Do you know how Ethan would feel?” Ghostface—Ethan—asks.
“No.”
“He would feel desperate.” Ethan’s voice comes off breathy through the modulator. “So, desperate.”
You shudder at the thought, even more so as Ghostface brings his hand under your shirt, still staying by your stomach.
“Do you like Ethan?” Ethan could tell you felt something for him, but if you were in denial than you wouldn’t make a move. But now with this information he doesn’t mind stepping up. Cause he really did want to feel your hands running through his hair.
“I—” you breath.
“Yes?” Ethan eagerly asks.
“A…little bit. Yeah. Yeah, I kind of do.”
Ethan grins behind the mask, as his grip tightens around you. You fit against him so nicely.
“Well, what a lucky guy.” He almost chuckles to himself.
“Are you going to stab me?” You finally ask. What was with all this talking? You should be dead.
“Do you think I will?”
You don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“But I want to hear more about your crush.”
“Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“…yes.”
Ethan holds back a groan of slight annoyance. “I want to know what you’d let him to do you.”
You blanch. “W-what?”
“I want to know where you’d let him touch you.”
Your suffocating on air. “Would you let him touch here?” He brushes away your hair with his knife to reach your neck, making you shiver. “Would you?”
“I’d…like that.”
Ethan holds back a moan at you letting him—wanting him to touch you.
“Where else?” Ethan continues. “Here?” He grazes down your chest, just above your breasts.
“P-probably.”
“Mmm.” Ethan lowly hums as his gloved hand travels down the top covered valley between your breasts, skirting over your bra.
Your immobile, because there’s a tension growing between your legs, that is making you concerned for your mental health. Ghostface was touching you—almost touching you and you were feeling hot.
Ethan glides his hand all the way until he reached the edge of your skirt, pausing. You gulp, holding down a whine as you press your thighs together. What the hell was wrong with you?
“Would you let him touch here?” He harshly breathes out, as grabs your pussy, making you jolt. He’s touching your panties, hand under your skirt, as he begins to rub. “Yeah? You’d want him to touch you here?”
Your breathing is choppy as he continues to rub up and down, going harder over your clit, making you shudder.
Ethan then wraps his other arm across your chest, bringing you impossibly closer, as he listens to you trying to hide your whimpers. Fuck, you sounded so pretty. Slowly falling apart in his arms.
He was rock hard, and growing desperate. Feeling your pussy over your panties was quickly not enough, as he slips past them, his gloved fingers reaching your wetness. Ethan grins. You were soaked. All for him and his game.
“Are you wet for Ethan or me?” Ethan holds back chuckling at the fact that there’s not a wrong answer.
“E-Ethan.”
But he certainly liked that answer a little better. “You just want to feel his big hands fingering you, don’t you?”
“Oh— fuck.” You choke as he pushes a single finger inside you.
Ethan keeps his other arm across you, his knife loosely in his grip. He keeps wanting to pull you closer, so that your ass completely pressed against his throbbing cock. He had to feel more of you.
He adds another finger as a whimper escapes your lips, making Ethan smile. “That’s right.” He whisper-hisses. “I bet you’ve dreamt of him.”
“Uh huh.” You manage as he thrusts his fingers repeatedly into you.
“Your so cute having little dreams about Ethan. I’m sure you touched yourself. Having woken up horny,and needy.”
“S-shit.” You stutter as his fingers pick up pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. The glove material inside you feels foreign but oh so, good.
“You need him, don’t you.” Ghostface says to your ear. “Don’t you?” Ethan has grown incredibly desperate, as the thought of you wanting him—needing him feels like an orgasm in itself.
“I do.” Your head falls slightly back as pleasure rocks through you. “Ethan…” You moan out.
Ethan finally cracks, pushing you against the wall, as he discarded his knife. He presses himself into you as he finally feels his clothed dick press against your sensitive pussy. You jolt as you feel him, his hands wandering your body, cupping your breasts under you shirt.
“Holy shit.” Ethan breathes as his mask grows hot. He wanted to kiss you. Is it worth taking off the mask?
In response to his silent question to himself, he pulls his mask off, tossing it aside as he stays pressed to you.
You watch as Ethan’s signature curls come into view. Your mouth hangs open in shock. Both at him as Ghostface and at what you had revealed. You had said so much about him, about how wet you were for him.
Your eyes are blown wide and Ethan can’t hold back anymore, smashing his lips against yours. You gasp through the kiss as Ethan plays with your tongue, lapping at your mouth as he moans.
“Ethan…” you manage to say as he unclips your bra, yanking it away. “I didn’t know it was you.” He’s kissing your neck, biting at the sensitive skin, as he begins to grind into you.
He licks your neck making a shiver run down your spine. “I didn’t know you thought of me like that.” Ethan kisses you again, as your head hits back against the wall. He licks your top lip. “You should have told me.”
“I didn’t— I wasn’t sure…if—”
“I felt the same?” Ethan guesses as he brings his hand around your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around him. He rips your panties clean off as you gasp. Your skirt is bunched up by your hips. “Well, now you know I really fucking do.”
Ethan reaches for his belt with his other hand, under his cloak. Pushing the dark material aside he brings out his cock, extremely hard and ready.
He pushes the tip into you as your fingers reach for his hair.
“I told you.” Ethan breathes against your open mouth. He pushes further into you as you choke a moan. “I’d love it if your fingers were through my hair. And look,” Ethan pauses to grip your thigh tighter, pulling you closer, as he sinks completely into you. “My hand is on your thigh.”
He thrusts into you, his mouth beginning to open over your own, you both panting as your bodies clash.
“Oh—f-fuck. You feel so…” he can’t even finish his sentence as he continues to thrust, his dick filling you up, as you grow more and more dazed.
“You looked so fucking cute wandering around looking for me.” Ethan says between thrusts. “So. Fucking. Cute.” He moans before kissing you. Both your tongues meet each other sloppily, as the thrusting becomes the same.
Pleasure is through your entire body, as ethan grabs at your waist, fingers digging into your skin. You felt and smelt so nice. “Christ, y/n.”
He bites your jaw as your highs draw close. “Your always gonna need me.” He now grabs your jaw between his fingers. “You hear me? You won’t need anyone else.” He kisses you hard, before whispering against your lips. “Nobody else. Only me.”
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Ok, I can understand why people call Cal sadistic and a masochist, but I really think Andre was waaay worse than him. People tend to say that Cal is actually worse because of the things he says to his victims in the shooting, so I'll give my generous opinion about that 🙏
Cal, in the shooting (in my opinion) is pissed AS FUCK. He only wants to get his shit done, and when people says he's "enjoying himself" it's in that part when that random dude talked to him. He was almost all the time screaming ("SHUT UP!!") and telling andre to hurry. I understand his pissy mood in two different ways: 1. He wants to kill himself the fastest way possible (after giving a lesson to those who messed with him) 2. I'm pretty sure Cal doesn't stand people screaming in general, we can see in the prom that he's basically not there in every fucking scene, ditching Rachel to go with Andre because (I assume) he couldn't stand people yelling at his side all the fucking night.
While Andre...
Andre is the one who's having fun, making fun of the people he shot or killed (the "hi buddy" scene, when he makes fun about the way a girl fell) , making fun of the people crying (when he sits in front of that girl whose crying her eyes out) and making fun of the people who he hasn't shot yet (the "You're too pathetic" scene and when he kills the other guy who was hiding in the sofa), he was truly enjoying himself. Not angry as it seems in the entirety of the movie, he was fucking laughing.
Andre is a smart guy, he could of thought of another way of teaching the people that messed with him a lesson, but he didn't. He chose to kill, he chose to do a fucking massacre.
Cal is evil, but I think the rage that andre has inside of him, makes him way fucking worse. Cal just tagged along in the shooting because he wanted to make a mark, he wanted to do something big before passing away (he's a fucking psycho too, don't get me wrong). Andre tagged along because he wanted to kill.
"you're a psycho!"
"yeah, but so are you!"