Hide and Seek- Ethan Landry x Fem. Reader (Texting Story Part 2- The sequel!)
Warnings- contains smut, knifeplay, teasing, powerplay, fearplay, sadist/masochist relationship, forced breeding, cuts, scratches (mild), spitting, rough p in v, basically hardcore shit, *Consensual but might have mild cnc
I’ve never known fear the way I know it now.
It’s an unusual sort of fear, one so deep and animal my senses feel heightened, my feelings numb.
I am something else entirely, just prey in nature reacting off of primitive instincts. My heart thrums in my chest, each sound in my house spiking the pounding under my ribcage.
Ethan Landry, a boy I met in the beginning of high school.
Ethan Landry, the Econ club president, the one who played cards with me during free periods of school.
Ethan Landry, my stalker.
I kept rereading the message, sent to me only 2 minutes ago.
This could be a sick, sadistic joke that Ethan is playing on me. Our entire friendship has always been comfortable, a safe space for me to laugh and tell him my secrets. But now…
If what Ethan says is true, about stalking, killing girls, being ghostface, then I’m fucked. Because I can’t wrap my head around my best friend of 4 years being a monster.
My fingers shook over my bright phone, the white light washing over my messed up mascara. I stood up slowly, digging my heels into the ground to support my week knees.
I gripped my cell phone, tentatively making my way to the doorframe of my room. I flipped on the light switch, cringing at the terror in my veins.
Every second, every moment I waste my time, he could hurt me.
But would he? This is Ethan. My Ethan. And it’s not like I haven’t thought of him romantically before, I just never believed I should have.
And now he’s a murderer, the reason for my fear instead of sanctuary.
Doesn’t that mean something?
I gulped down the ball of fear in my throat, and tiptoed outside my room. The floors were carpeted. Soft enough to mask my footsteps,
Light enough to have permanent stains of blood.
I bit down on my lip to stop the trembling, and flipped on each switch as I turned the corners of my house. The area was eerily quiet, so much so that I began to doubt the fact that Ethan could even be here.
But a white light flashed in my face, paired with the familiar, taunting ring of my messaging app. Ethan’s contact.
Ethan: look at you. you aren’t hiding, are you?
My eyes widened in terror, as I flicked the kitchen light on. My hand met the large stainless steel knife on the counter, covered with the remnants of dark pomegranate, coloring the weapon with a blood-like liquid. 
Ethan: it’s like you want me to catch you. like you want the killer to fuck you
I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover the choking sobs in my throat. He’s watching me, somehow.
The air conditioning in my house lowered, shutting off, and with that, silencing the entire space.
I could only hear the quiet ticking of an old clock, somewhere, far away….
My eyes scrambled over the house, each dark spot, each empty spot catching my gaze.
Until my eyes met a dark area of the living room.
Because in a dark corner, only 6 feet away from where I was standing, Ethan watched me.
Ethan was here. In my house, in all black, with an expression on his face that ruins me, and I don’t know why. He was biting his lip, as if he was holding back a laugh, the white of his teeth shining from a small smile.
His hair was messy, falling over his head so beautifully, he was like a devil, taunting me with his sadism. His eyes were dark, so dark in the night, but so dark with an unfamiliar look- lust, for me.
I couldn’t control my cry of terror as I backed up, and Ethan slowly stepping closer to the counter. In a failed attempt, I tried to hold the knife up, but the shaking of my hands caused it to clatter on the tile under me.
“Where,” he paused, biting his lip and lifting his head, so nonchalantly, I felt like he was teasing me. “Did you think you could go?” He looked around, and pulled his black long sleeves up his body, the veins of his forearms glistening with sweat. “There’s no one here for you.” Ethan stepped closer, his eyes bright with psychotic lust, an anticipation rising in the tension between us. I backed up to the tile wall, the cold meeting a small opening of my crop top on my back. My black lace underwear was too vulnerable, too horribly ironic for the situation.
Black is his favorite color, too.
My voice was a cracked whisper. “What happened to you?”
Ethan was close now- too close for me not to feel the immediate danger of his presence. He let his hands drop on the kitchen counter, trapping me in the fake safety of his shoulder blades and arms. His body was warm, and the way he was breathing over my body was making my stomach flip.
“What happened to me…?” Ethan grabbed my chin with two long fingers, and stared down at me. His fingers were strong, pale veins poking through his slender hands. It was so unfamiliar, having Ethan touch me. “Bunny.” His voice was a throaty groan in my ear, and he pushed his hand on my lower back, his warm palm tickling my skin. “I only confessed what I hid for years. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he hissed and pushed his body further on mine. “So bad, I couldn’t sleep. I would stare at you when you slept. It took everything in me not to touch that pretty body.”
My stomach was somersaulting in my body, and I could feel my muscles loosen, my fists clench by my sides.
“Please…” My head tilted back, and I closed my eyes, letting my mouth quiver with fear. Ethan’s fingers slowly parted my lips, the salty taste of his fingers driving me insane.
Because I didn’t know just how bad I wanted him until now.
Until he had my fingers in my throat, forced me on my kitchen counter, with a knife in his fucking hand.
Ethan whimpered softly, and my body clenched, trying to ignore the sopping in my underwear. The soft sounds he’s trying so hard to cover up just reminds me of the boy he is to me- or the boy he was.
Okay, maybe I do want him to touch me more. Maybe I do want him to take his fingers out of my mouth and put them somewhere else- but that doesn’t mean I should act on it. He’s a killer, he’s a killer, he’s a killer.
I have to keep repeating it when I look at him again, sweat slightly covering his forehead, his lips parted with lust. Butterflies kick at my stomach again, and I force my eyes down.
“I didn’t tell you that you could look away.” His voice was a rough sound in my ear now, hardly more than a whisper. I could feel liquid running down the interior of my thighs. Ethan forced the moist finger out of my mouth and under my chin, bucking my head up. His eyes glinted with cruel humor, and fuck, it was hot.
“So rough.” My voice was meek in comparison to the dark echo of his deep voice. I only faintly processed that I just teased him, like I used to when we were friends.
Ethan’s head tilted dangerously.
“You’re a tease now, huh?” He let a bottom lip slide under his teeth, shamelessly lustful for me, and my face grew hot with embarrassment.
“What if I am?” Fuck, stop talking. Why am I still talking?
Ethan stopped smiling, and looked down at me with some unfamiliar light in his eyes- almost like rage.
“Then I’ll treat you like one.”
Ethan forced his hands over mine, pinning me as he shoved me down, turning my hips too quick for me to process what was happening. My body flipped uncontrollably, slamming into the counter. The top of my head hit the drawer on over the tile wall, sending a blinding ache all over my scalp. I moaned in pain, and crossed my legs, accidentally rubbing against Ethan’s hips. I could feel an erection in his pants, and I clenched my thighs together as far as I could so he wouldn’t feel the wet spot in between them.
“You love acting out, don’t you?” Ethan grabbed my hair, pulling at the hurt in my scalp, and aggressively lurched my head back, so my ear was by his mouth. “I’ll ruin you. I’ve wanted to for so long.” The growl in his voice sent shocks to my nerves, and I uncontrollably rubbed against his body more, now feeling the shape of his dick because of how hard he was.
Ethan cut me off by slapping a slender hand over my mouth, and repositioning himself over my body. I felt his free hand begin massaging the muscle in my ass, and my toes curled from the sensation.
I can’t think straight anymore. My mind is filled in this spell of desire he’s causing me. And I never knew how bad I needed it, what was happening now. The way he has ultimate control over me.
My body was shaking now, but I wasn’t afraid anymore. No, I was liberated by this. Because there’s a strange freedom in being his whore, knowing you truly guide his lust and thoughts.
I know he’s a bad person, an actual sociopath- but he’s also the boy who shared mechanical pencils with me in 1st period, the boy who would eat the crusts off my sandwiches in 9th grade. It just makes this so much stranger, knowing one of my best friends, who recently became my stalker, is now my temptation.
His fingers slid higher, near the wet portion of my underwear. I whimpered under his hand, moving my hips in any possible way to avoid his touch. Ethan inhaled sharply, and pushed his hips into me, pinning my body between the wall and his thighs.
Ethan slowly let his fingers slide on my clothed pussy, and the wet of my arousal squelched under the pressure.
He audibly moaned then, and bucked his hips to reach mine. “So wet for me. You really want this, bunny.”
I couldn’t respond. I was focusing on not stopping this- I needed more. He began working his fingers, up and down to create a warm sensation on the bud of my clit. He breathed heavier, as he slowly let a finger slide under my lace underwear. I felt my eyes roll back as he let his long finger enter me, curling inside of my wet body.
I didn’t know why I was so euphoric already, but I don’t think I could take another finger. As soon as I realized that, as if he knew, Ethan slipped his index finger inside of me, and I heaved a moan through the stuffy area of his hand.
“Be quiet.” His voice was gruff, unrecognizable with lust.
But I couldn’t. This felt so good, and it’s crazy, because Ethan seems like the nerdy virgin you would have to coach in sex. Who did he practice on to be so good at this?
Ethan quickened his pace, and I couldn’t control my erratic moans anymore. My thighs shook, and I rocked my hips on his fingers.
“I said quiet.” Ethan stopped the movement, and I felt weak all of a sudden, like his fingers had sucked out all the life inside of me. “This is a privilege. I’m serving you. You want me to stop, bunny?”
Tears streamed down my eyes, dropping on his fingers. I shook my head quickly, and rocked my hips on his hand.
Ethan paused, and for a second, I thought he would continue. But he pulled his fingers from me, and let go of my body. I heaved for air, and crumbled on the ground, letting freezing tile hit my body, as a sort of reality check.
He dropped his belt, and the cold metal hit my thigh.
I heard the zipper to his pants slowly move down, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
With a breathy gasp, I muttered, “Please keeping touching me.”
I heard the rustles behind me go silent.
I nodded my head, closing my eyes tight.
A sharp spank hit the cold area of my ass cheek, and I ground my teeth together, feeling the warm red mark forming. Another, and I groaned out loud. He was using his belt to do it, and fuck, it turned me on.
I yelped as he hit me the last time, turning back, and he slapped the belt in his hands, folding it slowly. I hated how cocky his smile was, because it was too attractive and too disgusting at the same time.
“You gonna behave now, bunny?” His stare burned on my eyes as he slowly let his pants fall down, the surprisingly strong muscle of his thighs making my face red. I nodded, unfocused, purely staring at the hard lump in his underwear. I never imagined I would do this, with him. But I am. And the thought that that’s okay scares me even more than the blade in his hand.
Ethan’s eyes dropped down to his crotch, then up at me again. I was sitting on my knees in front of him, my wet body still shivering from the arousal.
“Take them off.” Ethan’s voice was low, each word tingling the bundle of nerves in my stomach. I scooted closer, and slowly brought the boxers down, the built tension visibly making him mad. I let them slide down his legs, staring intently at his body.
I’ll admit I’ve thought about what his cock looked like before, but I didn’t expect this. He’s bigger than I imagined, a bright pink tip in front of me, leaking with precum. His entire body seemed to be veiny, but this perfect addition to my arousal for him drove me wild. Ethan spit in his hand, and began stroking himself in front of me, forming a trembling sigh as he began to go faster on his dick.
Without telling him, I let my tongue slide over his tip, and he let out a shaky moan, grabbing my scalp again, and pushing me mouth down. I licked his entire dick, forcing myself not to gag, and I moved my head up and down until his grip on my hair tightened.
“Slut. Jesus, you’re so fucking good.” Ethan ripped away from me, a strand of saliva falling from his cock. “Hands and knees. Now.” The humor that was once in his voice and faced was replaced with dark desire, and I couldn’t take it anymore- my body was quivering for him.
I let my hands support me as they fell to the floor, as I rocked my hips in his view. His hands clamped my ass, and I didn’t understand what he was doing until he let his mouth near my pussy, and spit, the warm liquid sliding down my lip. I breathed in, and Ethan skillfully slid a hand to my hip, supporting both of us as he forced his hard dick in. The solid shape of it, so warm, so thick, caused me to moan uncontrollably within the first few thrusts.
“God-“ I looked back to see Ethan gritting his teeth, rocking his head back as he thrusted deeper. Every push of his cock inside of me undid my dignity, the pressure points he was hitting so deep inside of me that my eyes crossed. His cock shoved its way through my spongy walls, and the skin of my ass slapped against his muscular thighs.
“More, god, more,” I moaned, dropping my head to the floor. I couldn’t take it.
It all happened so soon, this fear, and sudden desire for my best friend. And now Ethan Landry was fucking me on the floor, and I was okay with it.
He began to use his hands to push my hips onto his cock, and he let out a shaky groan, quickly speeding up the pace. Euphoria was thick in my stomach, threatening to burst every time he hit that point in my stomach.
“So fucking desperate.” He raised his voice as he began pounding me harder, resulting in me yelping with pain. “How about you shut up? Huh?” He hissed, digging his nails into my skin. Shivers of pleasure rolled up my spine, and I whimpered, grasping the tile on the floor. I moaned again, and Ethan paused sharply.
“I told you to shut up.” His voice was terrifyingly calm, and for a second, nothing happened.
Until a blinding pain severed the skin on my back, and I wailed, squeezing the air with my fingers. He was dragging something on my back, and my shoulders suddenly felt warm and sticky, and my eyes were crossing from the horrible feeling. I gasped for air, staring at the ground to see droplets of blood fall to the white tile- and then I realized:
He was using his knife to punish me.
I screamed as the last cut went in. “Stop!”
Ethan laughed manically, the deep throaty sound puncturing my heart. He moved his dick inside of me again, and the tingling in my womb returned. “I’ve wanted you for so long. And now you’re my toy.” He growled, bucking his hips faster, each movement sending my body forward as he held me, like I could never escape, and to be quite frank, I don’t think I could. “My fucking toy. I’ll use you like one- god-“
Ethan began moaning erratically, his pace of fucking me so fast that I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as my body rippled. The urge for climax was pulsing in my veins, in my stomach, and I squeezed, which Ethan seemed to enjoy by his gasp for breath. He dug his nails in my hipbones, holding me so tight that I could feel the imprints of his hand on my body. “Gonna come,” he whispered. He was fucking me like an animal now, each thrust driving his cock so deep inside of me, I swear I could see my stomach bulging. And knowing Ethan, I don’t think I could beg for protection.
He groaned, shoving his dick in for the last time before my eyes rolled back, pleasure shaking my entire body. At that moment, hot seed penetrated my womb, and Ethan shoved my ass onto his hips, holding me there as we both shook with the aftermath of it all.
We stood like that for a couple seconds, before Ethan roughly pushed me away, taking his dick and shoving it back into his boxers. I forced my weak body to sit forward, and my hand slipped on the blood he carved from me. As I stared up at him changing, he looked down at me, and kneeled to my face.
“Bunny, you did good.” He took my head in his hand, and kissed me so soft, I wasn’t sure it was even him. I guess Ethan fucks hard and kisses gentle. “I’m proud of you.” His eyes flickered to my lips, and he licked his own. “This isn’t the last time I’ll be coming over, you understand?”
I nodded slowly, and he rose, grabbing his ghostface mask and wiping the blood off his knife. I watched him walk away, open the balcony window, and jump away in the darkness.
I don’t think I can even fathom what just happened. I think all I can do now is find some birth control.
As I changed back into my top and underwear, I winced, feeling the blood on my back. I walked to my bathroom mirror, and slowly lifted my tank top, to see the damage.
But Ethan didn’t cut random areas of my skin. There were letters.
A message. Only one word.
In ripe red blood, Ethan drew out one word on my back.
