#ethan Landry x reader smut
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pretty boy
*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader
*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking/drunk characters, slightly very suggestive ending, no spoilers :)
*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: he is so babygirl
you’re on his lap, hands lost in his hair, his twitching around your waist. your teeth clash as you’re desperately pulling at each other to get as much contact as possible. his lips still taste like cheap vodka, and you’re sure yours tastes the same; through all his noise, you can still hear the party raging on only a few floors down.
you pull away to catch your breath, and your fingers are gently tracing the edges of ethans face. he’s nearly panting, his breathing always gets so husky when he’s making out with you.
ethan moved to bring your lips to his, but you’re gently pushing on his shoulders.
“no, no—stop,” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands. “lemme just…look at you.”
you’re drunk. you’re really drunk. and as much as you want to kiss him, an even greater part of you just wants to look at him.
you trace his features; the soft wrinkles on his forehead, his prominent brow bone, the slight bags beneath his eyes and the almost invisible freckles just below them. you obsess over them.
“what are you doing?” ethan slurs, trying to escape your grasp.
“you’re pretty…” you’re mumbling to yourself. even through ethan’s silent protests you’re worship every detail of his face.
“you’re drunk.” he retaliates while you gently thumb his cheekbones.
“yeah, but i’m also right.” you scoff, grabbing ethans chin and yanking him towards you, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his cheek.
but you quickly return to mapping his skin, murmuring soft praise that even you weren’t aware of.
but ethan was. he was very, very aware of it.
“s’pretty,” your words slur together, coming out as soon as you’re able to think them.
“did you know that? y’so pretty ethan…” you’re gently running your thumbs along his lips, and ethan’s eyes are locked on yours.
“pretty boy…my pretty boy…” your fingers reach his neck and you trace the edges of ethans adams apple. you admire the way it hitches when you compliment him.
“you’re not too bad yourself,” he replies, nervously, and after nearly a minute of silence on your part. if you were only half as drunk as you were now, you might’ve been able to catch that gap, and pieced together that ethan almost definitely had to hype himself up to say something like that.
“oh yeah?” you straighten your back and your hands finally stop: one palm pressing into his chest, the other resting at the crook of his neck. you finally meet ethan’s gaze through glassy and half-lidded eyes.
you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingertips.
you pull his lips to yours and ethan melts in the kiss. it’s nothing like the tooth and tongue from mere moments ago. it’s soft, languid, as if you have all the time in the world.
but unfortunately, and rather obviously, you don’t.
ethan had just finally worked up the courage to slide a hand under the hem of your shirt when the door swings open.
ah. it’s chad. and he’s so clearly, visibly, ostensibly drunk.
“yo someone just brought, like, three fucking keggers. i don’t give a shit about what you guys are doing you have got to get down here!”
at least he has the common courtesy to close the door behind him.
you look back to ethan, his warm hands firm on your waist, those dilated puppy dog eyes looking up at you.
“you’re not going anywhere.” he murmurs firmly, pressing his lips to your skin. “especially not after calling me all those names.”
and yeah, maybe you’ll miss out on the best kegger this university will ever have, but at least you could say you were fucking your boyfriend instead.
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✮ WE THOUGHT GHOSTFACE GOT TO YOU —ETHAN LANDRY
SUMMARY. you don’t realize how loud you were with ethan until you see the group.
WARNINGS. MDNI, smut under cut, fem!reader, dom!ethan, degrading, language, fluff, mentions of gf
WORD COUNT. 0.3k
ethan was pounding into you at a relentless pace, his hands gripping your hips painfully as his nails dug into the soft skin.
your head was thrown back against the pillow as you cried out in pleasure, his cock hitting a certain spot just right causing strings of moans to escape your lips.
“you like that, slut?” he spat, one hand leaving your waist to grab your chin and force you to look at him.
your pupils were blown and tears stained your cheeks as you stared up at him.
“you like being my little fuck toy?”
you could only nod, your mind foggy and throat scratchy from all the screaming you had done.
he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, his thrusts stilling for a second so he could loop his hands under your legs and yank you closer to him.
his cock practically penetrated your insides, ethan bringing you impossibly closer as his tip forced its way into your cervix.
“say it,” he growled, not daring to move as you wiggled against him, desperate for some type of friction.
“p-please,” you sobbed, grabbing his hands that held your legs as you scratched at them, needing him to move.
“i’m y-your little f-fuck toy.”
a dark grin took over the boys features as he hummed in approval, eyes falling to your cunt that was practically squeezing the life out of him.
he started to rock his hips into you slowly, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as your walls clung onto him tightly.
before you could process what was happening next, he dragged his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in, causing you to cry out in pleasure.
“gonna make you cum so hard,” he panted, leaning down to burry his face into your neck and bite gently at the skin, “you wont be able to walk for days.”
your stomach formed into the all-too-familiar knot as your walls tighten around his cock, feeling every vein and detail that decorated it.
“cum.” was the last thing you heard before your vision went dark and your body shook, toes curling against the sheets as ethan released inside of you.
you don’t know how long you were out for, but when you woke up, ethan was dressed and cleaning you up.
your legs were parted as he ran a wet wash cloth over your pussy, causing you to jolt and let out a whimper.
“n-no more,” you whispered, ethan’s dark eyes softening as he was quick to assure you.
“just cleaning you up, darling.”
you let him finish before watching him grab a pair of clean boxers and a t shirt, both belonging to him.
he came over and helped you put the boxers on, your hips raising to help him slide them on easier before he did the same with the shirt.
you let out a sigh of approval at the smell of him that lingered on the shirt, feeling immediate comfort.
“i think the others will be here any second,” he said, running a hand over your face and through your hair as you leaned into his touch.
you allowed him to help you up, your legs immediately shaking and an uncomfortable pain running down them as you whimpered softly.
“did i go too hard?” he asked, no trace of teasing in his voice as he looked at you concerned.
this was the ethan you fell in love with, the nerdy—sweet boy that you sat next to in econ in the beginning of the year.
you quickly shook your head, offering him a small smile as you assured him.
“all good,” you smiled, letting him wrap an arm around your waist and walk you out of his room.
your eyes practically fell out of your head when they landed on the group—chad, sam, tara, and quinn all scattered around the living room.
“don’t tell me-” you mumbled, cut off by tara who couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke.
“yep.”
your face flushed red as you buried it in ethan’s chest, too embarrassed to face the group at knowing they had heard you two.
although you couldn’t see, you knew ethan was wearing a shit eating grin—no embarrassment found on his features.
“trust me, it wasn’t all sunshine and butterflies for us either,” chad mumbled, the group laughing before he joked—
“we thought ghostface had got to you.”
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So Melodramatic But It Turns Me On
pairing: ethan landry x bimbo!fem!reader
summary: you make sure ethan won't die a virgin.
wc: 1294
warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), loss of virginity, briefly mentioned cum eating, oral sex (f!receiving)
“Does that mean I’ll die a virgin?” Ethan asks, stunning the group with his overshare.
The group moves on quickly after that, Mindy continues her lecture but you can’t stop thinking about what Ethan said. You don’t understand how Ethan can still be a virgin, he’s cute, a bit awkward but in a funny way, and smart, girls should be throwing themselves at him. Ethan thinks the same, but that’s something he’d only ever admit to the thousands of other men with the same opinion on the forums he visits online.
You know if you talk about it to your friends they’ll tell you it’s a bad idea. Even before the Ghostface attacks, Mindy didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go after Ethan, but now that he’s at the top of her suspect list, you doubt she’s changed her mind. After Anika and Quinn’s murder, you expect they’ll suspect you too since you weren’t with them, and for a moment they do, but quickly change their minds when they remember you genuinely believed all cats were girls and all dogs were boys.
It’s not fair that they ruled you out for being dumb, despite not having an alibi, but still suspect Ethan even though he was at econ. It’s your sympathetic nature that invites him to your apartment for the night, even though Mindy told you not to be alone with him. But your roommate will come home from work before midnight, so you don’t worry about it too much.
“Are you really a virgin, E?” You ask, watching him look over your worksheet, having insisted on helping you with your math assignments.
“Yeah,” he answers nervously, ears turning red and face flushing from embarrassment.
“But you’re so cute!” You say, moving closer to him on your bed, your papers falling off from the movement.
“You think I’m cute?” He asks, staring at you wide-eyed.
“Totally,” you answer, reaching out to play with a curl just behind his ear, arm resting on his shoulder. “You know, I can be your first, if you want.”
“Really?” Ethan asks, already getting hard from your offer.
“Mhm,” you answer with a hum, throwing the assignments in his lap to the side.
You straddle his thighs, sitting in his lap and leaning forward to kiss him. His lips are chapped, but you don’t mind. He whines when you nip at his bottom lip, moaning when he feels your tongue slip into his mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, hands gently holding his face as the kiss deepens.
His hands squeeze your hips, attempting to slow your movements as you grind in his lap. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his own hips moving up to meet yours in search of more friction. When you pull away, he whines, but is quickly silenced when you pull off your tight crop top. He stares at your bare chest in awe, letting you pull off his shirt as his mind catches up to what’s happening.
“Can I touch you?” He asks before you can take off his jeans, his thumbs nervously rubbing over the fat of your hips.
“Sure,” you answer, your wide eyes showing you weren’t expecting the request.
Ethan’s hands travel from your hips up your sides, his warm touch leaving goosebumps in his path. Gently, he cups your breasts, fondling the soft mounds and eliciting quiet sounds from you. His thumbs ghost over your nipples, and they pebble from his barely there touch. The whole time, your hips haven’t stopped moving, now moving faster in his lap. Spurred on by your sounds and growing neediness, one of his hands dipping past the waistband of your short shorts and underwear.
“Is this okay?” Ethan asks, fingers moving through your slick folds.
“Yes,” you moan breathlessly, hips stuttering when he brushes over your clit.
It’s maddening, the way he touches you, amateur but just skilled enough to rile you up. His hand and your panties are soaked, your hole achingly empty, you decide he can skip the rest of the foreplay. It’s supposed to be about him, anyway, you tell yourself, pulling away from him to take your shorts off, and he quickly copies your actions. His dick is pretty, trimmed curls neatly trailing from his lower stomach to the base, thick, long, and you hope you get the chance to taste him, maybe in the morning.
“Fuck,” he groans, feeling your tight walls envelop him as you lower yourself on his cock.
“E, look at me, baby,” you say, a hand in his hair and the other holding his face, encouraging him to open his eyes.
He whimpers when you start moving, shallowly bouncing in his lap, glossy eyes watching you take him. Your stomach twists in pleasure, his tip kissing that spongey spot deep inside you every time your ass meets his thighs, clenching around him when you hear him whine after your grip on his curls tightens. Ethan feels like he’s going to melt into the bed, watching a creamy ring form at the base of his dick as you ride him. You look so hot, tits bouncing as you move, and you feel so good, he’s embarrassed when he tells you he’s going to cum.
“Shh, it’s okay, go ahead and cum,” you reassure him, not stopping your movements as he begins to babble incoherently to announce his release.
His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as he finishes inside you. The air is warm, only the sounds of your heavy breathing can be heard as he recovers from his orgasm. As his mind clears up, Ethan begins to panic, realizing you didn’t get to cum.
“I’m so sorry, you didn’t–” he begins to say, but you interrupt him.
“It’s okay, this was about you,” you tell him, but he won’t have it.
“Just please, let me?” He asks, moving you to lay you on your back, moving down the bed in between your thighs.
“Okay,” you say, letting him spread your legs to slot himself between them.
He licks a broad stripe through your folds, and if he wasn’t eating you so messily you’d maybe be a little grossed out by him essentially eating his cum out of you. Despite his lack of experience, he’s enthusiastic, and your hand quickly flies to grip his mop of brown curls as you begin to buck your hips against his face. You’d feel bad for how tightly you hold his hair, but the noises he lets out against your pussy tells you he actually enjoys it.
“Ethan!” You squeal his name, feeling his tongue explore your hole, and your thighs nearly closing around his head.
Your legs are shaking on either side of his head, and he thinks you’re getting close. He holds your hips down, keeping you from grinding against his face, allowing him to roughly circle your clit with his thumb. Your hips jerk against his hold, seeking pleasure as the knot in your stomach begins to unwind. So lost in your building orgasm, you don’t realize you’re practically suffocating Ethan between your thighs, not that he minds. He would gladly accept death if it meant he’d die with your thighs wrapped around his head, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You ask once you come down from your high, moving away from him to out from between your legs.
“I’m fine! Would it be okay if we did that again?” He asks, and with a quick look at his lap you realize he’d gotten hard again while eating you out.
“Of course,” you answer, a smile stretching across your lips as you push him onto his back.
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“I’m On The Phone!”
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*ੈ✩ summary:chad calls you while ethan is mid eating u out….BUT THAT BITCH DONT STOP
*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ethan landry x reader
*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut,Teasing,Oral Sex,Hair-pulling, and Phone Calls & Telephone
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“Fuck- Ethan- ngh-“
You whined out, throwing your head back at the same time. He looked up at you, smiling as his fingers curled. Your eyes widened as your hand gently moved to tangle in his hair. You lightly tugged, letting out a soft moan from the curly haired boy.
“You’re so cute when you do that, you know?” He said, smiling as his fingers moved at a quicker pace. “Such a cutie…and absolutely stunning too.” He softly mumbled, staring at the faces you keep on making. You whimpered, whined, moaned, groaned, everything in the book. You were sent into such a pleasured daze until-
Your phone vibrates. You turn your head and see Chad’s contact on the phone. Ethan looked at you. “Go ahead, answer it.” He smiled and removed his fingers from you, a soft gasp coming from your mouth. You reached for your phone shakily, picking it up and answering it. You put it to your ear as Chad’s voice spoke. “Hey! Are you busy right now?” You looked down at Ethan before speaking. “No- no I’m not. Why, what’s up?”
“Well I was just wonder-“ You gasped softly, accidentally interrupting the boy on the phone. Ethan had stuck one of his fingers into you once again, smiling up at you. “Is- everything okay?” Chad asked, you made an ‘mhm’ sound. “Just- keep going!” You spoke hesitantly, throwing your head back as Ethan licked your clit. “Okay…I was just wondering if you’d like to hang out with me, Mindy, and Anika? I don’t wanna be all alone with the lovebirds.” He chuckled softly, you covered your mouth to hold in your moans as Ethan kept fingering you and teasing you with his tongue. “Yeah, that- that sounds fine.” You tugged on his hair a bit harder. A whimper escaped from his mouth, once again. “Alri- …is everything okay over there..?”
“Mhm! Yep- everything's fine!” You spoke out, your voice cracking slightly as you tried to hold in your moans. “Sorry- you just…I keep hearing like- whining noises? I don’t know what it is.” Chad kept speaking, you covered your mouth with your hand. “Okay well- I’m gonna go now. Let me know when you’re on your way, okay- oh and, bring Ethan too, would ya?”
“Yep- mhm- yeah- I will!” You said, faking a happy voice before quickly speaking again. “Okay- buh bye now!” Chad started to speak again before you abruptly hung up the phone. You tossed your phone to the side and plopped your back onto the bed as Ethan continued eating you out. Your thighs squeezed softly around his head as you whined.
“Fuck- I’m- ngh- I’m so- close-“ You moaned out, your grip on his hair only getting tighter and tighter as he continued. Ethan let out a soft whimper from in between your thighs and also being muffled from..you know..eating you out.
Your eyes widened as your back arched off the bed, a long whine coming from your mouth at the same time. “Fuck- I’m cumming- I’m fucking cumming-“ Your thighs squeezed tighter around his head, a soft moan coming from his mouth as you did this. After you reached your climax, your legs relaxed. Resting your legs on his shoulders, he looked up at you, breathing heavily.
Ethan smiled, getting up and leaning over you. “Did you have fun, sweetie?” You cupped his cheek, before smiling. “I was on the phone, you know.” He chuckled. “I know but- wasn’t it fu-“
“I was on. The. Phone.”
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virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkward😭😭😭)
[ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚]
pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive
word count .: 3k
warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humping
author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.
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“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”
the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.
“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”
“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.
“no, not drugs. condoms.”
adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”
“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.
“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.
“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”
“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.
“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”
“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.
“oh right.”
“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.
“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”
“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.
“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times.
“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.
“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.
“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.
2 messages from angel girl
ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.
“hey, are you listening to me?”
“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.
“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”
“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.
“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”
the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.
slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.
the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.”
“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.
“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”
the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.
grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.
“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.
“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.
“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.
“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.
“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably.
“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.
pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.
“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.
“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.
“she was here a second ago.i think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”
“noth-”
“ethan?”
spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.
you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.
“an angel.”
“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.
“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.
“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”
grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.
“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.”
letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.
“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”
ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”
“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?”
“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.
“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.
ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”
“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.
closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.”
dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”
“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.
“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”
“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”
“can i kiss you?”
nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”
whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.
“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.
“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.
“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”
opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.
“you’re such a tease”
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behind the bleachers
Ethan Landry x short!cheerleader!reader hcs
Warnings: unprotected p in v, size kind (sorta), choking, NSFW 🔞
A/N: this is my first time writing chocking and size kinks and tbh I’m probably gonna write some more 🤭 as you guys know this is for reaching 100! You voted best boy Ethan and I’m gonna deliver 🤍 hope you guys enjoy 😘
╰┈➤let’s get into itttt
: ̗̀➛Ethan’s never really been in a relationship with anymore before. He was super nervous to ask you out, and you always thought he was cute. You wanted to ask him out, but before you could Ethan finally got the courage up to ask you himself.
: ̗̀➛He immediately goes up to you after games, picks you up, and twirls you around. Every time he does it your heart flutters.
: ̗̀➛Ethan is over 6ft and you’re below average height, so he loves to use that to his advantage, no matter the situation. You’re reaching for something on the top shelf, no problem. Ethan’s got it for you, but be prepared for him to give you a smuggest smirk ever.
: ̗̀➛Once everyone clears you off the field you two will sneak behind the bleachers. You wrap your legs around his waist and he slams you against the wall, his dick already hardening under his jeans.
: ̗̀➛He’ll push your skirt and panties out of the way and pull his dick out before towering over you and pressing you against the wall, slowly gliding in before pulling almost his whole length out and slamming it into you again.
: ̗̀➛As he fucks you he lifts you up the wall, your feet no longer touching the ground as you slightly wrap your legs around him. He never once slows down or breaks the steady motions he’s set.
: ̗̀➛As much as he loves hearing the pretty little sounds you make, he can’t have anyone hearing you. If you moan and gasp a little too loudly he’ll cover your mouth with his hand and fuck you harder, his hips slamming into yours.
: ̗̀➛Your orgasm comes quickly and you find yourself bucking your hips his meet his thrusts, a hot tight knot slowly winding itself through you.
: ̗̀➛His dick hits your g-spot and you practically scream into his hand. The sound of skin hitting skin and the muffled cries of his name fill the empty field.
: ̗̀➛His hand moves to your throat and he begins to squeeze, his fingers wrapping around soft skin. You get out a choked moan and cum hard around him as he increases the pressure
: ̗̀➛“that’s right princess, come on baby,” he murders in your ear, “think you can hold out a little longer for me,” his voice quivers and you can tell he’s nearing his orgasm
: ̗̀➛You nod your head painfully, and his hands loosen around your throat and drop to your hips as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier.
: ̗̀➛“that’s good, my little slut,” he spits. Ethan throws his head back and his mouth parts slightly, your hand immediately tangled itself in his curls.
: ̗̀➛he bucks his hips a few more times before you feel his warmth spread through you. It takes Ethan all his strength to let you down gently. He pulls up his pants and zippers them, slings an arm around your shoulder.
: ̗̀➛“Where have you two been?” Your friend smirks. Ethan smiled shyly and looks to you.
“I was packing up my stuff,” You paint towards the pink duffel bag Ethan shoulders. Your friend laughs, “Alright, we were about to head out and hang out, you two down?”
You nod and Ethan squeezes your shoulder, you both say your good byes to your friends but not before confirming the meeting stop. He leads you to the car and opens your side of the door, he slides in and pecks you on the lips before giving you a sweet smile. You almost let yourself forget that was the same boy that fucked you senseless earlier.
“I love you so much,” He said before hitting the gas and pulling out of the school parking lot.
“I love you too, Eth,” you returned the smile, still thinking about how perfect he was.
fine.
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ghostface!ethan x fem!reader — can’t stop thinking abt ethan landry going all mad abt reader <3
warnings : slight s6 spoiler, ghostface!ethan, slight filth (it’s actually turned out way too filthy guys), begging-ish + puthy eating. oh and? it’s basically a nsfw headcanons yeah.
ethan landry who actually kneels in front of you, unmasked and face twisted with sour and restrained feeling between his thighs.
ethan landry who bites his lips to stop his chin from quivering as he softly whimpers, “please..please let me have a taste of you?”. ethan landry who places his hand on the front of your thighs, tears glinting in his doe eyes and his curly hair ghosting his brows.
ethan landry who is touch starved for you, literally whining when you run your fingers into the fluff of his hair. ethan landry who breaths heavily, his pelvis slowly rutting onto the air for any type of relief. ethan landry who sucks a deep breath between his teeth the moment you fist on his hair.
ethan landry who would literally allow you to rip him apart. ethan landry who heaves when you allow him to touch you. ethan landry who knows this is wrong, falling for you means betraying his family. ethan landry who would do anything for you even if it means killing his own father or sister. ethan landry who is ready to be with you.
ethan landry who fiddles with your shorts, untying the rope and tugging your cloth down. ethan landry who gives you a lust-filled glance when he’s met with your bare cunt. ethan landry who feels his cock twitch with the fact you only wore shorts and no panties.
ethan landry who hurries you onto straddling his shoulder. ethan landry who dips in your folds with his tongue, moaning at the feeling on your slick and your sweet taste. ethan landry who’s holding onto your hip with one hand and other chasing to find yours. ethan landry who laces his fingers with yours, squeezing while he fucked you with his tongue.
ethan landry who urges you to cum, pushing you to the edge with his skillful tongue. ethan landry who graze the tip of his nose on your clit. ethan landry who groans onto your pussy.
ethan landry who tightens his hold on you when you come. ethan landry who eats you clean, lapping on your juices. ethan landry who helps you get on your feet.
ethan landry who adjusts your shorts back, tightening them like they were before. ethan landry who brings himself to his feet, rearranging his cloth. ethan landry to smiles at you cheekly before leaving to kiss you and make you taste yourself.
ethan landry to breaks the kiss to press his forehead with yours. ethan landry who then utters a small, “i love you.”
ethan reqs are open — short drabbles or nsfw?? slide in <3
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all mine // ethan landry
heyy this is the first time i'm writing fanfic in a while so pls be nice :0 open to requests :]
warnings: 18+ minors dni, slightly jealous!ethan, corn with plot, degregation, light praise, not proofread
word count: 2.7k
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"havin' a good time?" some blond mama's boy says to you.
"could be better," you say.
ethan dragged you to this stupid party with stupid frat boys who reek of bud light. he'd said chad was really excited about it and that he had to be there to hype him up before he tries to kiss tara for the first time. the tension between the two of them was starting to get unbearable for everyone else so of course you said you'd come, but that was before you knew your boyfriend would be spending all of his time with his boyfriend.
you're not super clingy, and you love that ethan has a friend that helps him break out of his comfort zone, but jesus christ he's barely said five words to you since you got here. they've been nose deep in beer pong since they spotted the table.
"any way i can help with that?" the blond boy says.
you look at him and contemplate for a moment. ever since you and ethan started dating you hadn't stricken up a conversation with a boy unless you needed to. not because he got jealous or anything, you just simply didn't want to. why even speak a word to anyone else when he's all you could ever ask for?
"do you know if there's a secret stash anywhere?" you tap your hand on the keg in front of you. "it's kicked."
although ethan didn't get jealous easily, he was extremely possessive. you recognized this early on in your relationship, how his grip on your hand would tighten a little if another guy started talking to you, the way he'd pull you in closer if he noticed some creep's eyes on you walking down the street. it sent a shiver straight through your spine every time. you're his, and he makes sure everybody knows it.
which is the only reason you're giving this frat bro your time. you know there's a cooler hidden in the corner of the room your boyfriend just so happens to be playing beer pong in.
blond boy leans down and says, "follow me," into your ear, at which you try not to grimace. you let him take your hand and guide you through the crowd of sweaty teenagers, the cheers from the room you're walking towards somehow still audible over the booming speakers playing trademark usa.
as soon as you enter the room your eyes scan for a mop of curly hair. sure enough, he's standing at the table with chad, giving him a high five and saying something you couldn't quite make out. blond boy tugs on your arm a little harder to pull you down to the cooler. he opens it and does a voila motion with his hands.
"take your pick," he says, watching you as he grabs one himself.
you grab a Mike's and shut the cooler, looking back at him. "thanks," you say. "i think i was starting to sober up."
he smiles at you. "no time for that."
he cracks open his drink and motions for you to do the same, so you do. you take a long drink, thankful for the fruity flavors after basically drinking hard liquor all night.
blond boy is watching you as you come back up for air, then he licks his lips and you know what's coming.
"hey wanna go chill in my room for a bit? it's quieter in there." it's so typical you almost laugh out loud. frat boys put out like rabbits.
"i think i'm gonna go find my boyfriend actually," you say, pretending not to see him roll his eyes. "thanks for the drink."
you take another sip, then make your way to the ping pong table on the opposite side of the room. when you look to ethan, his eyes are already locked on you, his party boy exterior temporarily gone before he notices you walking towards him and that pretty smile falls right back onto his face.
"hey, baby," he says, kissing your forehead and immediately pulling you into him with an arm around your shoulders.
there's no sign of malice on his face, no twitch of his lip or excessive strength in his grip.
"hey," you say back with a smile. "you winning?"
"up by two," he says, gesturing to the table.
then he's just staring at you. his eyes are fluttering from one spot on your face to another. you know you're starting to blush because goddamn his gaze is intense.
"oh shit, y/n! where you been?" chad says from next to ethan.
you lean forward across ethan's chest a bit to make eye contact with your boyfriend's roommate. "around," you say. "found another cooler."
you point to the spot you came from. blond boy seems to have found his friends, dancing with a group of boys you couldn't tell the difference between in a lineup. when you look back, ethan's eyes are locked on the corner. or rather, the blond boy in the corner.
somebody else at the table grabs his attention, it's his turn to shoot. he does, and as he turns back around to do so the arm that's around your shoulders slips down to your waist, his fingers running under your shirt and digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. it doesn't hurt by any means, in fact, it feels good enough that there's a familiar flutter in your stomach.
ethan and chad win their game with a shot your boyfriend throws, kissing you on the head and calling you his lucky charm while everyone celebrates.
"i think you're just that good, babe," you say back, patting his chest. he chuckles, then turns to chad and says something in his ear.
chad's face falls as he says, "but we're on a four-time winning streak," in response.
"i know i know i'll be back later just don't lose it," you hear ethan say. they do a bro fist bump before ethan is motioning his head towards another room saying, "follow me," in your ear.
this time, instead of trying not to grimace, you're trying not to soak through your fucking underwear.
he pulls you through multiple rooms until you're standing in a dimly lit hallway where the music isn't quite so overbearing and there aren't as many people.
as soon as he can he's cornering you into a wall, pressing his soft lips against your own almost hungrily.
"i haven't seen you all night," he says, and he's still so close you can feel his lips brush against yours with every word.
"whose fault is that?" you ask teasingly, looking up at him.
"mine," he nearly whispers, seemingly so focused on your pretty face he can barely get the words out. he brushes your hair behind your ear before his hand comes to rest on your collarbone, slowly pushing up to your throat. "all mine."
he's looking at you in that way you love. when his eyes cloud over and you can basically see your name running on a loop in his mind in the reflection of his dark orbs. he's so fucking crazy for you, and it's intoxicating you more than anything you could've drank tonight.
"all yours," you say while staring into his eyes like you know he loves.
his grip around your throat tightens as he kisses you again. you couldn't focus on anything else if you wanted to. your hearing becomes clouded from your arousal because his hand feels so good there and his teeth start tugging at your bottom lip and oh my god he's pressing a knee up your skirt.
"e," you whine against his lips, running a hand down his arm. almost immediately he's grabbing it and muttering a fuck under his breath, pulling you through the nearest open door and shutting it behind you.
it's barely a second before his lips are back on yours and he's picking you up to set you on the sink of the bathroom you wandered into. your legs are spread open on either side of his and you can feel his bulge pressing into your underwear.
you moan into his mouth, apparently prompting him to pull you even closer. the friction nearly kills you.
one thing about ethan - he understands the necessity of foreplay. the man is a god at giving you just the right amount of attention throughout the day to make you lose your fucking mind when his hands finally have free reign.
which is why with just a little friction you're bucking your hips and whining, needing more. ethan just chuckles darkly, he knows what a mess he makes you and loves watching you fall apart because of him.
"ask nicely," he taunts, looking down at you.
you roll your eyes, an action he mocks. he heaves a big sigh as he does so, cramming two fingers under your panties and into your soaking cunt.
"such a fucking brat," he growls as you open your mouth to moan. his other hand makes its swift way up to cover your mouth before any sound can escape.
a deep moan vibrates on his palm and his eyes damn near start sparkling.
you mumble something against his hand, which he then moves, giving you a quiet, "hm?"
"please," you say.
it's light work, you know he won't accept it. but god you just love when he has to drag it out of you.
"please what, bitch?"
you swear you can feel yourself clench around his fingers when he says that. a lot of the sex you guys have is pretty vanilla and lovey-dovey. ethan loves going slow and deep inside you while making you look at him as he tells you everything he loves about you. but every once in a while, usually when you're both so needy you're practically drooling, this dominance flows out of him that you eat the fuck up.
he tilts your chin up to look at him and perks his eyebrows up ever so slightly. "more, e, please," you say, wrapping a hand around his wrist and trying to get him to move.
he just laughs at you.
"so desperate," he says as he curls his fingers inside you, the bare minimum amount of movement making you writhe with need. "and yet you can't even ask for it."
he pulls his fingers out, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. as you're opening your mouth to whine he shoves his damp fingers in, making you taste yourself as he locks eyes with you.
he slaps your clit once, twice, then his fingers are back inside you, pumping hard as he rubs back and forth on your clit with his thumb. you're moaning to no avail as his fingers stop any sound from escaping.
you can truly never get enough of him.
and he knows this. he feels the same way. which is how he knows when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth that you're gonna give him what he wants.
"please fuck me, ethan, please," you whine, giving him a pleading stare. "need your cock inside me so bad."
he pulls his other fingers out of you, making you whimper.
"need you to ruin me," you say breathlessly.
ethan pecks your lips. "was that so hard?" he asks, a smirk growing on his face as he kisses you again, this time deeply as your hands make their way to his belt that your fingers make quick work of. his pants are coming down and then one of his arms is snaking around your back as your grip finds its way around his shaft.
he lets out a breath of release as you work your wrist the way he likes it.
"i want it in my mouth," you say in his ear.
he whimpers (fucking whimpers) and looks at you, his pupils dilated so much so they may as well cover his whole iris.
"next time, baby," he says as he steps closer, lining himself up at your entrance. you're gasping just at the feeling of his tip. "need your tight little pussy right now."
god he has a filthy mouth for such an innocent-looking boy. the contrast of his sweet voice saying such lewd things is enough to make you cum all on its own.
and you swear you might as he pushes into you, tightening his grip around your back when it starts to arch slightly. he's watching you the whole time, he loves studying every little reaction you have to what he does.
It’s why he knows how to make you feel so good.
he shoves himself into you, not caring about how much noise you make now. and fuck do you make noise.
your moans are filling the bathroom because immediately he’s fucking you like he hasn’t been touched in weeks. it’s almost desperate, the speed at which his hips are moving to stretch you out.
“nobody else will ever be able to make you feel like I do, y/n,” he says, grabbing your face and forcing you to make eye contact with him.
then he stops, and suddenly he’s pulling you off the sink and turning your around to bend you over it. he grabs your hair, pulling your head up a little so he can’t taunt in your ear, “I just want you remember that next time you ask anybody but me to get you another drink.”
then he’s fucking you again, deeper this time. your legs are shaking from how badly you want him because even though he’s inside you it can just never be enough. he really does fuck you the best out of anyone you’ve met. he’s so attentive to what you like, something you’re not used to.
you’re a mess, to say the least. there’s no use in trying to keep your mouth shut or be more quiet. you never can contain yourself around him.
“pussy’s so pretty swallowing my dick, baby.”
especially when he says shit like that jesus christ.
“so fucking pretty,” he says, letting go of your hair and leaning back to slap your ass.
His hands grip your hips, helping him fuck you even harder. you look back and see ethan biting his lip, then letting it go and moaning as he watches himself slide in and out of you.
he glances up and meets your gaze, your desperate little gaze with your mouth gaping open as you moan just waiting for something to fill it up. ethan leans forward and frees a hand to grab your throat, positioning himself above you. he spits in your mouth and lightly slaps your throat, indicating for you to swallow it.
you do, and then you stick your tongue out for him to see. he groans and hits your face, muttering, “such a fucking whore.”
you look back up at him, smiling as you say, “just for you.”
something flickers in his eyes and he gives you a slight smile back.
“that’s my girl,” he says as his hand once again leaves your throat and slips into your hair, pulling you back so you’re nearly standing with him. his other hand moves to your clit where he starts rubbing back and forth.
“fuck, e,” you whine, the over stimulation tightening the knot in your stomach to nearly explode. “fuck ‘m gonna cum.”
“yes, baby, cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are.”
that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. your orgasm shoots through you in waves as ethan mutters “good girl” in your ear and you feel your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock that starts leaking from the feeling not even seconds later.
then he's groaning in your ear as he shoots his load into you and oh my god you could listen to him make these slutty noises forever.
you’re both sweaty and writhing riding out your highs, pulling each other close to feel as much of each other possible. ethan starts leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as your legs begin to slow down on the shaking.
You know if you were home right now he’d be pulling you into him on a bed, wrapping his arms around you and giving you kisses everywhere he can reach while he tells you how much he loves you. you’re a sucker for aftercare and he’s become a pro at it.
for now though, in a dirty frat bathroom, he settles for turning you around to kiss you on every inch of your face, muttering a soft "i love you" between each one.
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˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―
― day eight ⛧ edging
Ethan Landry x Reader
Ethan decides to ask you a personal question, which leads to an interesting study session.
warnings: smut, edging, mutual masturbation, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, masturbation, fingering, nipple play
word count: 1694
author's note: once again so sorry this is late I'm trying to catch up as we speak lol I hope yall enjoy!! I love writing for Ethan. he's so my type fr. anyway I enjoy feedback so let me know what you think!! (:
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
You were not expecting your best friend to ask the question he just asked. Yet, a part of you was excited because maybe, just maybe, this could go somewhere.
“Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?” Ethan had asked abruptly, looking up from his homework with a thoughtful look on his face.
“What?” you nearly choked on your spit at the sudden and personal question.
“Have you ever touched yourself in front of, like, a partner? Or anyone else?”
“No, why?”
Ethan shrugged, “Just wondering.”
You’re now sitting in a weird silence, both of you studying without a word. Sometimes, you’ll glance at Ethan and catch him already staring at you. Clearing your throat, you try your best to focus on your task, pushing away the image of Ethan touching himself with you in the room that’s clouding your mind.
“Would you like to?” Ethan boldly asks, and you keep your head down in your book without looking at him.
“Like to what?” you ask innocently, wondering where he’s going with this.
“Look at me,” Ethan says, “Please.”
You hesitantly look up at your best friend of many years, your face warming from how he stares at you.
“Would you ever like to fuck yourself with someone watching?”
“Why are you asking me this, Eth?” you sigh, hoping this isn’t some sick joke of his.
“Because I’d watch,” Ethan says quietly, his eyes darkening.
“And just what made you think of this? Are you watching too much porn again?” you quirk an eyebrow at him, a teasing smirk on your face.
“No,” Ethan rolls his eyes, closing his book and setting it aside, “I want you.”
“You want me?” you close your laptop and book, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Ethan says, crawling from his sitting position in front of you to hover over your frame, “I fucking need you.”
You grab Ethan’s face and capture him in a passionate kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth to explore it. Ethan moans softly, his hands finding your hair as he lays down on your dorm bed you two were sitting on, pulling you on top of him. You rest your clothed core on his, pressing yourself into him as you deepen the kiss. Your hands are pressed into Ethan’s cheeks, afraid that if you let go, he’ll disappear and that this is some wonderful dream of yours. Ethan pulls away from the kiss and presses his lips along your jaw and neck, leaving small bites along his path. He finds the sweet spot between your ear and neck, suckling on it as he bears his teeth into the skin. You moan, moving your hips against Ethan’s as you feel yourself getting turned on.
“Lay down,” Ethan demands, guiding you off him.
You do as told, lying beside him in your confined twin-size bed.
“Now take off your clothes,” Ethan says, stripping himself of his shirt.
Say less, you think to yourself. You aren’t sure what’s gotten into your best friend, but you aren’t complaining. You’ve been waiting, imagining, and wishing for this moment for so long. You aren’t about to throw it away because you’re a tad curious. So, you keep your mouth shut, pull off your pants and underwear, and shimmy out of your shirt and bra. Ethan discards his clothes, too, and he can’t keep his eyes off your body.
“God, you’re more perfect than I imagined,” he sighs, wishing he could touch you.
But he wants to see you pleasure yourself with his help first.
“How do you normally masturbate?” Ethan asks, his cheeks warming from the invasive question.
“Uh,” you stutter, “I start with teasing myself just to get started. But I don’t have to do that now.”
“Why not?”
You grab Ethan’s hand and press it to your slick cunt, letting him feel how wet you are already.
“Fuck,” he mutters, yanking his hand away, “Still, I wanna see you tease yourself. Can you do that for me?”
You nod, desperate for any form of touch, even if it wasn’t Ethan’s. Starting with your breasts, you begin kneading them with your hands, brushing your fingers along your nipples. Ethan watches closely as your nipples harden, and you start rolling them between your fingers. You moan quietly, almost soft enough to not be heard. Getting a little bold, you tug at the sensitive buds, twisting them as your hips buck slightly upward from the action. You let out a louder moan this time. Ethan’s hand wanders to his hardening cock, and he slowly drags his hand along his shaft. He picks up his speed when you slide your hands up and down your body, goosebumps rising on your skin and hardening your nipples more. Feeling hot everywhere, especially your pulsing cunt, you start circling your clit with your middle finger, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Ethan exhales, eyes flickering up to yours as you meet his gaze.
And you keep your focus on him as you slide your index finger inside your dripping entrance. You start swiping your clit with your thumb now, slowly moving your finger in and out of yourself as Ethan watches your pupils dilate. He swipes his thumb over his head, spreading the precum around to add some lubrication. Ethan’s hand is now steadily pumping his cock, and you’re astonished at how big it is. You imagined him to be a decent size, but after actually seeing his cock, you’re pretty sure he’d break you in half. You add your middle finger as you pick up speed, fucking yourself with your fingers at the same pace as Ethan was fucking himself. You both moan at the same time and then laugh at the fact. Hitting that familiar spongy spot inside you, you bite your lip as your hips jerk up. Your thumb presses harder into your clit, and you’re getting close.
“Don’t cum,” Ethan says quickly, and you look at him confused, “Don’t cum until I say.”
“Don’t cum until I say, then either,” you say sassily, “Gotta make it fair.”
Ethan huffs, “Fine.”
Now your ultimate goal is to make Ethan cum. So you add a third finger, tossing one of your legs over his to open yourself further. The sound of your arousal pushing in and out of you makes Ethan twitch in his fist, but he takes a deep breath to compose himself. You tweak your nipples with your free hand, causing yourself to clench around your fingers. You whimper at the feeling of an impending orgasm that isn’t allowed to come yet. So you stop teasing your breasts as much, much to Ethan’s dismay. You watch as Ethan reaches down to his balls, rolling them in his hand as he fucks into his hand, mouth agape in pleasure.
“Is pretty boy gonna cum too early?” you tease.
“Nope,” Ethan shakes his head, “Are you?”
“Nuh-uh,” you say, “I can last a while.”
“Not with my cock, you won’t.”
A wave of arousal washes over you at Ethan’s words, and you move your hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it with two fingers. You’re so close it’s almost painful.
“I wanna cum,” you pout.
“Not yet,” Ethan says, hiding his own frustration the best he can.
You groan, adding a third finger to swipe at your clit you keep your speed slow. Ethan is getting close too, and his cock turns an angry red at the lack of release. For the third time, you feel the familiar rush of arousal begging to wash over you. Your clit was throbbing, and your walls clenched desperately around your fingers. You slide a fourth one inside you, staring into Ethan’s eyes as you do so.
“See what you’re doing to me?” you whine, “I can never take this many usually.”
“Mmm,” Ethan closes his eyes for a moment, “All stretched out for my big cock now, huh?”
“I’ll let you fuck me if you let us both cum.”
Ethan’s eyes fly open, “Fine. But you can only cum if I’m inside you. So work yourself up until you can't take anymore.”
You bite your lip to keep from retorting and start rubbing your clit with your whole hand as you fuck yourself with four fingers, curling them into your g spot. Ethan jerks his hips forward, letting himself get lost in the tightness of his hand, imagining it’s you.
“Ethan,” you warn, breathless.
You don’t have to say anything else before Ethan climbs over you, snatching your hand from your pussy and putting it in his mouth. He sucks your juices from your fingers as he pushes himself inside your gaping entrance. Your cunt happily clenches around him, sucking in his length and girth without a hitch. Your hand on your clit is switched for Ethan’s as he vigorously rubs it and starts moving in and out of you quickly, your highs building back up. He pushes your legs as far apart as they’ll go, spreading your lips open so your little bundle of nerves is more accessible, and he goes deeper inside you. Ethan is fucking you hard and fast and hitting your cervix at the perfect angle enough that you feel your orgasm coming on quickly.
“I’m,” you say, and then your words fail you as your body shakes and you gush around Ethan, your cunt clenching hard around him as your orgasm rips through you.
“F-fuck,” Ethan drawls, pounding into you as you ride out your intense release, almost an hour of edging making it a long one.
Ethan stills inside you and cums hard, his release painting your velvet walls white. He shudders, and then panic washes over him.
“Are you on something? I forgot to ask-”
“I’m on the pill,” you say breathlessly, your chest heaving, “You’re all good.”
“Thank God,” Ethan raises his brows before pulling out of you slowly, watching as the mixture of cum and arousal seeps from you.
“That was so hot,” you giggle, “What got into you?”
“You were right,” Ethan lays down next to you, “Too much porn.”
“Well, now you don’t need porn,” you joke, “You have me.”
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Me when I have kids in a fic but they have the most horrendous names imaginable and I have to stop reading because of it:
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eager
; the second part to bitter
*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader
*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut !! p in v, fingering, ooc ethan (he fucks) not proofread so if you see any mistakes...no you did not.
*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: ARGH this took so long and i have some very mixed feelings about this but fuck it we ball
it takes you all of seven minutes to finish a usual one-minute walk, only because you can’t stop turning around and kissing him.
another scientific feat: it takes less than half that time to bring him through the front door, up the stairs, and into your room— it’s crazy how quickly people can finish tasks when their main motivation is sex.
you don’t waste any time; it’s easier to skip over the formalities when you’ve spent months yearning for this exact moment.
“someone’s eager.” ethan murmurs against your lips.
“shut the fuck up,” you quip, pulling him closer to you.
you can’t tell if your brain is foggy from alcohol or lust, but you’re acting on your most primal instincts: you’re nearly clawing at ethans neck as you kiss him, begging him for more. his reaction almost immediate, and he’s taking off his shirt mere moments after you shut the door to your room behind you.
you’re the one guiding ethan to your bed, and you’re climbing onto his lap when he sits down on your mattress.
your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how hard he is against you, and it’s only then do you finally pull away from him. you lift your shirt, pulling it from your embarrassingly sweaty torso, and throw it into some corner of the room.
you nearly cower with the way ethan is starting at your torso.
or, more aptly, your tits.
but you can tell that he’s looking over you — all of you. your neck, your chest, your abdomen, your legs; he’s taking it all in as if he’d never see it again.
“you’re so beautiful.” ethan murmurs.
you feel your face flush.
but you don’t want him to know how deeply of an affect his words have on you. so instead, you kiss him. gently.
then it’s rough— then it’s fast, and then ethans hands are grasping at your waist and rocking your hips down onto his. you feel your breath hitch when you make contact, the steady friction beginning to aid that five-month long ache in your abdomen.
it’s no where near enough, not for either of you.
in one swift move ethan has you pinned against your back, a skillful hand popping the button of your pants. his lips fall from yours, trailing around your jaw, your neck, leaving a path of dark bruises.
you feel that same fog clouding your brain, so much so that you barely register ethans hand until he has a finger inside of you.
you’re barely able to utter his name before he’s kissing you again, the same tooth and tongue from moments ago.
“is this okay?” he says, pulling away for a moment, and you’re too overwhelmed to do anything but nod.
“good, that’s good…” ethan whisperes as he begins to curl his finger inside of you. you rut your hips into his hand, chasing that arousal, urging that tightening coil in your abdomen.
just as you’re getting acclimated to one finger, ethan is pushing another inside of you, curling at your gummy walls.
“shit, ethan--” you can barely murmur his name without whining incoherently, and you spot the way that he seems just out of breath as you are.
“i know, i know.” he murmurs, and you whimper noisily as he begins to hasten his pace. the moment ethans name spills from your lips is he pressing a thumb against your clit, and if your eyes weren’t glued shut, you’d be able to see the cockiest smirk on ethans face.
you’re arching into it, hands clawing at your wrinkled bedsheets. and the way he’s curling his fingers inside of you, and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves-- that coil inside of you snaps.
it’s loud, even you can tell. but you wouldn’t dream of holding back; you needed ethan to know how much of an affect he had on you.
you’re relishing in the relief that flushes over your body as he works you through your orgasm, both the hormones and the realization that ethan, the boy you’d been eyeing for months just finger-fucked you.
his lips on your skin brings you back to reality, and you nearly whine at his clothes erection against your spent cunt.
“ethan,” you utter his name, hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you.
“yeah?” he says from the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
for a moment, you don’t respond. at least, not with words. one of your (trembling) legs nudges his hips as you roll your hips against his dick, and your name lazily. spills from his mouth
“ethan,” you practially moan his name, and he’s reading your signal loud and clear. you just sit there and enjoy the view as he slovenly undoes his jeans, sliding them with haste.
you swear could feel his anticipation, that same voracious yearning that’s been festering inside of you for god knows how long. your heartbeat’s fast, your uneven breathing miraculously in sync, and you feel hot anticipation climbing up in your chest.
ethan’s on top of you again, one arm encaging your head with his warm breath hitting your chest.
you’re about to reach over to your bedside drawer when you see ethan putting on a condom, and you can’t help but take a step away from the moment.
“were you planning on getting some action tonight?”
he looks up at you, not-so-innocent puppy dog eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration that you might puke.
“if i’m honest do you promise not to laugh at me?”
you have to hold back a giggle while you nod.
and then ethan is leaning closer to you, lips oh-so softly brushing against yours, as if this moment was something temporary— as if he wasn’t literally about to dick you down.
“i’ve been carrying condoms with me for months just in case this moment happened.”
and— oh, you almost cry.
because yeah, you know ethans about to fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and you know you’re going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it’s the little things like that that remind you of what a sweetheart he is.
but he quickly brings you back down to earth by pushing into you, burrying himself into you until his hips meet yours. your chest arches into his, and ethan can’t help the way he’s whining into your ear. it’s enough to make you see stars.
your hands find his waist, thumbing against the muscles on his lower abdomen, silently encouraging -- begging him to move.
you can barely hear his quiet whines and breathy moans against your hips rutting together; you barely register how hard ethan is biting into your neck, his canines digging into your skin.
“--ethan,” you whine, exposing more of your neck to his blistering lips on your neck. “don’t, fuck— please don’t leave so many marks, i have a— shit, i have a really important presentation tomorrow—”
“i don’t give a shit,” he grunts, pushing away to meet your gaze. “gonna mark you up all over,”
ethan quickly resumes position, staying true to his promise and leaving dark, impossible to cover lovebits all along your neck and shoulder. his free had pushes your hips down, keeping you still as he keeps driving into you.
“you like that, don’t you,” ethan whispers into your ear, brushing his temple against yours. “the thought of being covered in bruises because of me?”
you nod helplessly, relishing how tight your abdomen burns. you can feel it coiling tighter, burning harder, and your hands are clawing at him, chasing your release.
“touch me,” you whisper, so quiet you fear he may not even hear you. everything he does is too much and too little-- you can feel every one of his nerves crashing into yours, yet you don’t feel him enough.
skin against skin, and yet you can’t feel complete without his hands on you.
he whispers something into your ear, something incoherent beneath his whimpers, your mewls, and skin slapping against skin.
you can feel his touch scortching into your sides, one of his hands digging into your waist as the other moves south, his fingers finding place against your clit.
you arch into his fingers, your lungs burning with needy gasps. you’re close-- he’s close, bodies moving against each other in tandem.
“you’re fucking gorgous,” he says, mostly to himself, rutting into you as he seeks his own release. he’s thumbing against your clit, helping the pressure build inside of you. he knows you’re close, he can feel it.
that’s all you needed to finishl ethan burying himself into you, murmuring your name like a prayer. you feel yourself crashing over the edge, digging your nose into his neck, the two of you basking in the rhapsodic feeling of your release.
for a moment, thats all you do; you mellow in the shared space, the feeling of pure adoration eating each other alive. you can feel your breathing become even, your heart slowing pace, his chest beating against yours.
ethan breaths your name against your lips, enveloping you in a covetous kiss. his lips are languid against yours, those same hands burning against your hips.
you’ve never felt closer to him, and a part of you fears that if you pull away from him, he will slip through your hands.
so you hold onto ethan like he’s falling, slipping away from you. you hold him like he’s nothing but a fleeting moment. you hold him like he’s a dream, and you squeeze your eyes shut in fear that when you open them, he will be gone.
but when he whispers your name so delicately, as if the word itself could break, you bring yourself to meet his eyes: wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful.
he’s beautiful.
so you tell him just that.
“you look so beautiful like this.” you whisper, and the red on his cheeks goes anything but unnoticed.
ethan rests his forehead against yours, his breaths falling evenly. “you stole my line.”
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✮ MY GOOD GIRL — ETHAN LANDRY
SUMMARY. you’re ethan’s good girl and he doesn’t let you forget.
WARNINGS. MDNI, fem!reader, smut (under cut), cursing, dacryphilia, manipulation, slight praise
WORDCOUNT. 408
ethan made sure to always be careful with you, his precious girlfriend that should be kept away from any sorts of violence in the world.
which was hard considering the situation he put himself in.
but hey, the less you knew the better.
everyone saw ethan as the shy, dorky friend of the group who had better things to do—like econ—than possibly being the ghost face killer.
the joke passed around your group was that ethan was going to ‘die a virgin.’
which was far from true, considering how he would find any chance he could to put his hands on you.
“fuuuck, baby,” ethan hissed, watching as his fat cock disappeared into your small hole, fluids from your previous orgasms leaking out onto the sheets.
“e-ethan, pl- pleas-”
“please what, angel? fuck you harder?” he taunted, his large hands looping under your hips to lift you up, allowing him to sink deeper inside you.
you shook your head weakly, tears rolling down your cheeks as you pathetically tried pushing him away.
you squeaked when he dropped one hand from your waist to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head with a tsk.
“use your words, baby,” he grunted, his hips never stopping as he was practically splitting your open with his thrusts, “i taught you better than that.”
you were trying so hard to answer him, to tell him what you wanted—but you had already orgasmed twice and could feel another painfully approaching—your eyes glossing over as your bottom lip trembled.
“n-no more,” you whined, legs shaking and hips jolting at feeling his cock repeatedly abuse your insides.
“one more and you can rest,” he said, letting go of your wrists as they flew towards the boy, wanting to at least hold him as he continued to use your body.
he seemed to lower all his body weight onto yours as a whimper left your lips, ethan quick to capture them into a kiss as you cried into his mouth.
“you don’t want to make me mad, do you?” he asked, his thrusts slowing down but still going deep—your walls practically molded to take him and only him.
“n-no, ethan,” you shook your head, trembling fingers raising to loop through his sweaty curls and give him a reassuring tug.
an almost sadistic smile formed across his lips as he hummed in approval, his fast and rough pace from before starting to pick up as your hands fell to grip his shoulders.
“always my good girl.”
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thinking about lazy blowies with ethan where he's not allowed to touch, or talk, but all the pretty noises are very much welcomed <3
isa!!!! stop!!!! nghhhh ;((
— 18+, established relationship, oral sex (m receiving), lazy mornings, turned out real fluffy
i imagine mornings spent laying in bed with him would be so intimate. just the two of you sprawled out in bed, cozying up together while the buzz of a netflix show drones out in the background. it’s a routine that neither he nor you would exchange for anything else—and he especially wouldn’t give up those mornings where you’d roll over and stuff your mouth full of his cock. he’d rather die than give that up, he thinks.
“‘s not even 9 am yet,” he groans sleepily, though he’s already making an effort—albeit slowly—to meet you halfway by tugging his boxers down the apex of his thighs. he likes to make it easy for you, even if it’s something you probably could’ve done yourself.
“oh, please,” you roll your eyes in faux annoyance, “doesn’t matter what time it is, like you’ll ever turn down a blowie.”
“well, duh? i’m an idiot, not a monster,” the brunet gasps in jest before he starts to smile, something real big and toothy. god, he loved this. loved your fast quips, and your never-changing inclination for pleasuring him.
“oh really?” you query, eyeing him as you begin your descent down the length of his body, planting your head to lay on his thigh. you appreciate the fact that he’s tugged it down for you, as well as the fact that he’s already hard, the bulbous tip a blooming red—practically oozing with pre.
reaching out a lithe hand, you take the leaky appendage into your palm and guide it to your mouth. from this angle, you’re sure you look silly, but the reaction it garners from ethan is a silent assurance that you don’t.
“shittt,” he drawls, “so—fuck—pretty.” ethan goes to smooth a hand over your cheek but is promptly swatted away.
“no talking,” a lick, “no touching,” another. continuing your ministrations, you take his cock back into your mouth, and stroke the rest of him with a loose grip—which is borderline torturous, because he wants you to apply pressure, to rub him like you normally do, but decides against speaking up. instead, he sinks further into the plush of his comforter and offers you grunts and groans. moans and whimpers.
when the pleasure gets too overwhelming, and he bucks up a bit into your mouth, you press him down with a flat—but firm—palm. stay still, you admonish one too many times, though you know his ceaseless writhing and thrashing is a tell-tale that he’s reaching his peak.
he wants to say something, do something. he wants to push your head all the way down until the length of him is buried down your throat—but he doesn’t want to disobey your commands. or disrupt the rhythm you set. so he maintains eye contact. let’s you see how hot and bothered he is from not being able to touch you, or speak, and makes the most pornographic sound he’s ever made when he unloads his seed down your throat.
he’s a panting and blushing mess by the time you finish with him. all warm and dewy, with the front pieces of his hair sticking to the skin of his forehead. you don’t immediately move to sit up, or crawl your way back under the covers and into his arms. no, you stay there, and peer up at him in admiration from where your head rests on his thigh.
the morning rays dance across his aquiline features, and paint him a golden hue. he’s so pretty, you think. in the way that people are post-orgasm.
“something…something on my face?” he pants, still out of breath, but not enough to forego jokes.
you crawl back up to the head of the bed and shimmy under the covers, slotting yourself next to him like a puzzle piece. “yeah, this.” and he laughs as you give him a fat kiss on his cheek.
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✭・.First Times ✭・.
Virgin ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: Ethan is worried he’ll die a Virgin, maybe he was destined to be the one guy who never got laid. But, at a party, his destiny may be turning around for the better.
warnings: Smut (obviously), loss of virginity, Vaginal Fingering,Vaginal Sex,Size Kink, Jealousy, friends to lovers?,praise, masturbation, Ethan’s a lil nervous,alcohol indulgence, drinking/drunk characters, dirty talk ,and unprotected sex (stay safe)
“Am I gonna die a virgin?” y/n had heard Ethan say, a poor pathetic look on his face as he looked up at Mindy. y/n wanted to laugh, boys and seeing losing their virginity as a do or die situation. Mindy, and the rest of the group, give the curly haired boy a weird amused glance. “Way too much information” Mindy said before she continued to ramble on about possibilities of who the killer may be.
As the group split ways, y/n walked beside Ethan.
“Are you really a virgin?” It slipped out before you could stop your self. your words halted Ethan in his step, turning to you with slightly flushed cheeks before continuing to walk, slower now. “Um, yeah. Is that surprising or something?”
y/n pondered the idea. Ethan wasn’t ugly, he was quite attractive in y/n’s eyes matter-of-fact, but he comes off a little weird, which didn’t give him any bonus points, those factors could turn some people off. you hobbled a little and nudged his arms with your shoulder, an amused smirk on your lips. “It is kinda surprising, actually. You’re a pretty attractive guy. Just a little weird.”
Ethan didn’t say anything as they continued to walk, but he couldn’t hide the redness of his face or ears upon hearing y/n call him attractive.
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Parties weren’t really Ethan’s thing. Sweaty drunk bodies all piled together, flashing lights, music way too loud you can’t even hear your own voice. He agreed to come because everyone else was going. Mostly because y/n was going, and you had invited him personally.
He kept to himself in a corner of the room, a red solo cup in his hand that contained a small amount of alcohol. Not wanting to get black-out drunk tonight.
Ethan’s eyes scanned the party, finally landing on you in the kitchen. Beside you was some guy he’d never seen. Was he even a student? He was tall, beard coming in, he couldn’t have been younger than 30. He was awfully close to you nearly pressing you to the counter as you drunkenly swayed while laughing. He felt something hot form in the pit of his stomach, rising to his chest as his fingers involuntarily gripped the cup tighter.
White hot jealousy.
He had no reason to be jealous, y/n wasn’t his and was free to talk to whomever you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from glaring from across the room.
The guy leaned down to whisper something into your ear, then motioned upstairs. His implication was very clear. He watched you laugh, say something, then pull away from him. Ethan hoped you had some sense left into you and didn’t follow some random freak upstairs.
To his surprise, you was heading straight toward him. you said something that he didn’t pick up before you stumbled into his chest. Ethan let out a small puff of air as you layed against him. He hoped you couldn’t hear his increasing heartbeat to your proximity and touch.
As you layed your head on him someone bumped into you from behind, your drink splashing all over your front and part of Ethan’s shirt. “Shit!” you cursed, pulling away from him as you examined the state of you, you're ruined angel costume. Ethan was quick to spring to action, taking her cup from y/n and setting it on a side table. “Let’s get you cleaned up, I’m sure there’s a bathroom upstairs.” He said loud enough for y/n to hear as he dragged them both up the stairs.
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After many failed attempts of walking into rooms with making out couples, they eventually found the bathroom. Tucked away at the end of the hall.
you sat on the sink counter as you dabbed your dress with a towel, the spilt drink slowly soaking into the towel. Ethan sat on the toilet, facing you as he watched in silence.
“Eth, can you help me? Im kinda spinning out here and dont have the strength in my arms to keep twisting this fucking dress” His heart jumped at the nickname as he stood to his feet, making his way to stand infront of you. “Yeah, hand me the towel.” you did, he took it from you and grabbed the hem of you dress gently, applying the towel to the dress as he let it soak up the drink.
He tried his best to ignore the straight-shot view of your white bra. The drink making the dress nearly translucent, leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallowed thickly as his ears burned red.
He moved the towel up, his knuckles ghosting over the underside of your chest. your sharp intake of breath made him dizzy. He lifted the towel and handed it out to you, “You should probably clean your chest yourself.”
But you refused to take it.
“Don’t be such a prude, I don’t mind.” Ethan stammered, eyes shifting from you to the towel. you laughed and leaned forward, your breath hot against his already burning ears, “I know you want to.” Ethan was rendered breathless, mouth dry as you leaned away. you even had the audacity to laugh afterwards.
“Actually wait, I just remembered the girl who owns this place has a younger sister my age, she should have some spare clothe'' y/n interjected, standing from the sink and making your way out of the bathroom, Ethan following behind quietly. He took the time to catch his breath.
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you closed the door behind them as they stepped into the younger sister's room, you immediately going to her closet. Ethan glanced around the room, taking in the purple painted walls and hanging LED lights. His eyes caught y/n in his peripheral vision, he snapped his head towards her, lifting the dirty dress off your body leaving you covered by only a bra and your underwear. His eyes widened.
your skin glowed in the pink hue of the room, making it look soft to the touch. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands over the newly exposed skin, feel it under his palm.
“y/n—” Whatever Ethan was trying to say was cut short as you turned to look at him, still only a bra and underwear. He swears he melted right on the spot the second you started walking towards him, he stepped back, knees hitting the edge of the bed. He was trapped. y/n took that as her opportunity to climb onto his lap. She embraced him, hot flesh against his . His heart pounded against his chest, it felt like it’d burst at any moment. Surely, y/n could feel it.
“Take away all my worries Ethan. I’ve been so scared with the recent murders, knowing there’s another Ghostface out there. I could be next. So please, take away my worries, just for tonight.” you mumbled into his neck, he could feel wetness pool into his collar, she was crying. A hand found its way to the small of your back, your skin was warm against his hand. It was as soft as he imagined.
He felt bad, being with you like this, lying to you. He knew you never forgive him after you found out. The horrible things he’s done to get closer to you and your friends. Overtime, he grew fond of you. And here you was, in his lap, damn near begging for him to distract you from his wrong-doings. He would allow you this, not just tonight, whenever you wanted until it was gone.
“Yeah, okay. What do you want me to do?” His voice was soft as he spoke, y/n shifted in his hold to face him. There was something in your eyes that Ethan couldn’t quite piece together. Until you connected the dots for him.
“Make me feel good.”
His breath was punched out of him as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. you wanted him to please you? How? He was telling the truth earlier about being a virgin. y/n could sense his hesitation and leaned in so their lips were nearly touching, “I’ll show you how.” Ethan nodded maybe a bit too enthusiastically but you laughed and gave him a chaste kiss near the edge of his lips before you sat back against his thighs.
your hand linked with his as you manuvered it to your liking, slowly moving it down. you stopped to look into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not pressuring you to do anything.” Ethan was quiet for a second before he spoke, “I’ve never wanted anything more than this, from the moment I saw you.” Cheesy, but it still made you smile.
y/n slowly moved his hand under her panties, placing his finger just above where she ached for him. The wetness there coated his finger, even through your panties. He made a small noise as you guided his finger up and down your clothed folds, slowly. you could feel him, in those confined jeans, pressing into your thigh. Even trapped in his jeans, he felt relatively bigger than you expected him to be. you stopped his movements, letting you self slip your panties to the side so he could really feel you. He choked a groan back when he felt you, wet, for him.
“Think you can go on from here?” He glanced up at you with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched enough videos to know what I'm supposed to be doing.”
y/n let his wrist go, you immediately arching into his touch as he began moving his finger. He played with you for a while, gliding up and down, rubbing at your clit, taking you one stop closer to the edge each time. His fingers slowed down.
“y/n, is it okay if.. Can I put one in?”
God, yes.
y/n moaned into his collar, “Yes, please.” He was gentle as he did it, slowly inserting his index finger. He kept it still for a few seconds, giving you enough time to tell him if it was uncomfortable, when he didn’t get that, he began to move his finger. He set a rhythm, replacing it with his middle finger so his palm could cup the rest of you. y/n was falling apart in his lap, more noises escaped from your lips.
moving your hips just right so his fingers would hit the deepest part of you each time. Fuck, he had long fingers. Prodding that sensitive spot deep inside you with little effort, you only imagined how much deeper he could reach with something besides his fingers. That was enough to make you shudder, hips stuttering as you whined into his shoulder.
He pulled his fingers out from you, they were coated with you. He brought them to his lips, putting a finger past his lips to taste you.
Jesus christ.
y/n needed more of him, in any way he’d give it to you, but you wanted it now.
“Ethan, please, more. I want you.” you begged, moving from his grasp to fall against the bed. you reached for him, beckoning him over.
He shyly crawled up towards you, hovering above you. A deep blush made its way down your neck as you noticed how you practically disappeared beneath him, he was broad in ways you hadn’t noticed before. His entire body covered you and that only added to the fire building up inside you.
“Are you sure?” He said above you, looking down with worry.
you never been more sure about anything.
you pulled him down to your lips crashing against each other so hard they bumped teeth. The shy and awkwardness surrounding Ethan from earlier had evaporated as his lips connected to your jaw. He was all teeth and tongue, sending delicious sparks of pleasure to your core every time he bit down near your neck. He wanted to leave marks so people could see.
He sat up, shucking his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head. y/n was not disappointed at the sight before you, He had decent defined muscles on his abdomen and shoulders, deep lines that traveled past his waistband.He was quick with his belt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His jeans followed, leaving him only in his black boxers. He was straining against the fabric but ignored himself to pay attention to y/n for a while longer.
Ethan pulled away from your poor bruised neck, not being able to keep himself in the confines of his boxers any longer as it began to hurt. “Shit, I uh, don’t have a condom.” y/n huffed a laugh, “Of course you don’t. It's ok, just pull out. I want to feel you.” He swallowed and nodded, his shyness back. He reached to his boxers, finally freeing his dick. y/n eyes followed, eyes widening slightly. It's always the virgin boys. He certainly was over average.
“Ready?” He asked, you nodded. “Ready.”
His hands found your hips as he slowly pushed in, the stretch was painful and it burned, but y/n pushed through as he entered you inch by inch, you let out a painful sigh. Ethan was still, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him. y/n had never been so full.
It took you a few minutes for the burning to go away, which must've been hell for Ethan.
“Move. You— you can move now.” Ethan let out a breath of relief as he pulled out a couple inches and pushed back in. The burn was not as bad, it definitely helped that he was moving now instead of being still inside you.
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He moved inside of you with ease, stretching you beyond what you thought you could take. “F—fuck, I feel like you’re splitting me in half.” y/n whimpered as he thrust in deeply, making your body jump on the bed. Ethan was watching where their bodies connected, watching himself move in and out of you.
“God, you take me so well.” He hadn’t meant to say it outloud, a stranger to dirty talk but it spurred y/n on, so y/n asking him to keep talking to her. So he did. Lots of, ‘You’re doing so good, Look how good you take me, You were made for me’ and more along those lines.
your moans grew quicker, signialing you was close. your orgasm was like a rubber band, being pulled back until it finally snapped. you shuddered against him, fingers digging into his back—leaving little crescents. you clenched around him hard making him groan, he almost looked like he was in pain. “y/n— don’t do that, I’ll cum too soon.” he gritted out, giving you a particularly harsh thrust that rocked your body.
Ethan’s thrusts grew more erratic, hips snapping against into you with fervor. His hands left your hips to grab at your wrists, pinning you arms above your head as he used those as leverage. you squirmed against his grip but to no avail. you felt as though his thrusts would leave bruises on your hips as each thrust hit the deepest part of you it could go.
“Oh– Fuck.” Ethan slipped out of you quickly, using his hand to get him to release. His hips rocked into his palm as he spilt out cum on to your stomach. Tainting the your skin with milky white.
He dropped ontop of you, careful not to put his full weight on you. His head between the junction of you shoulder, leaving small breathless kisses in their wake.
“Not to boost your ego, but you don’t fuck like a virgin.” y/n heard him laugh shyly against you. How he can go from fucking you like there was no tomorrow yet still getting shy is beyond you.
“Let's stay here for a bit, then we get cleaned up. Then we can leave this lame party.” Ethan made a sound of agreement.
The two falling into a comfortable silence beside one another.
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OMG OMG OKAY HEAR ME OUT. ghostface ethan edging reader after reader receives a phone call from him…!!?!?!?!!!
[ 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ]
pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive content
word count .: 2k
warnings .: smut-ish (minors dni.), contains scream XI spoilers! scream plotline, threatening, mentions of a knife, soooo unedited, kissing, lingering touches, dry humping
author's note .: maybe planning on making another part to this <3 i have no idea if this is what was actually requested, but i had a lot of fun writing this! took a massive break from writing and i think i’m back, this is probably very ooc and might make no sense but i have zero experience writing thriller things like this idk. dialogue was used from the 1995 (or 7) scream movie. accepting constructive criticism, reblogs are appreciated.
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“hey, pretty girl.”
pulling the phone away from your ear confused, you checked your screen to see who was on the other line, frowning slightly when you saw no contact.
“who is this?” setting the home phone back on it’s stand, you let the call ring out on speaker, turning your attention back to the stove.
“there’s no fun in telling you who i am just yet, why don’t you answer a few of my questions first.”
rolling your eyes, you shook the pot once more before turning to lean against the counter, the buttery smell of popcorn filling your nose. “why should i do that?” speaking over the loud crackles and pops coming from the fire, you moved around the island to grab a bowl.
“it’ll be fun. so tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”
“hm, i don’t know.” pouring the yellow kernels into the large bowl, you popped a few pieces into your mouth with a satisfied hum. grabbing the phone and turning it off speaker, you pressed it between your ear and shoulder, balancing the device steadily. “maybe, halloween? think that’s the one where that guy stalks the babysitters.”
“you think it was scary?”
“i guess, anyways. tell me who you are now.” ungraciously falling onto the couch, you picked at the pieces of popcorn that had fallen into your lap, licking your lips with a smile as a salty taste covered your tastebuds.
“can’t do that princess, haven’t finished asking my questions.”
“then hurry up and ask them already.” annoyance showing on your face, you reached across the many throw pillows and grabbed the remote — clicking through the channels with disinterest, before going to browse your downloaded pick of scary movies.
“you got a boyfriend?”
eyebrows raising in shock, you stilled with a quiet laugh. “why, wanna ask me out on a date or what.” you teased the person on the other line, shifting in your seat as you began to ponder who you were really talking to.
“we’ll see, do you have a boyfriend?”
“no.” placing the overflowing bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, you stood to make way to your room, keeping the chunky phone against your ear.
“that’s a shame, such a pretty one you are.”
biting back a smile, you switched the light to your room on; bending down to open your drawer of pajamas, you tossed an oversized shirt onto your neatly made bed. “you gonna be this charming to me when i find out who you are?”
“maybe.”
“got anymore questions for me, or can i start guessing who this is.” unbuttoning your jeans, you kicked the pair of uncomfortable pants off . turning the speaker back on, you tossed the phone onto your pillow, pulling your tank top up and over your head before slipping on the big shirt.
“go ahead, you’re giving me such a good show.”
“what are you talking about?” picking up the dirty clothes that you had left stranded on your floor, you walked into your connecting bathroom, putting the clothes in your dirty hamper.
“hm, that’s a nice shirt you’re wearing. where did you get it?”
eyes widening in surprise, you slowly turned back into your bedroom, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the phone. “can you see me?”
“ah what a good girl! putting her brain to some use.”
“if you can really see me, how many fingers am i holding up?” walking up to your window, you peered outside trying to get a good look. sticking out your middle finger, you squinted as you stared into your dark backyard, trying to piece together unfamiliar shadows.
“funny, one.”
“shit.” shutting your blinds in hurry, you stumbled out of your room, quickly heading back downstairs. “who is this, jason?”
“from econ? no.”
“you better leave me alone, my boyfriend is coming over soon.” closing the blinds to your backdoor, you shuffled into your kitchen, grabbing a large knife. “he’s strong, s-so get out of here!”
“i thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?”
“w-well i lied!” locking your front door, you turned down all the lights, curling into a corner, knife in hand. your breath was ragged, eyes darting from place to place in worry. “tell me who you are before i call the police.”
“quit being such a brat, the fun isn’t over just yet.”
chewing on your lip, tears lined your waterline as fear overtook you. anxiety creeping up your throat with every shallow breath you took. “this isn’t funny.” you flinched at the loud noise emitting from the buzzing device, a staticy and robotic laugh filling the eerily quiet apartment.
“you look so cute with that knife. what’re you gonna do, stab me?”
“show yourself, you coward!” standing from the hardwood floor, you paced around the kitchen, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill down your pink cheeks. frustration and anger burning in your chest, when the anonymous caller laughed again.
“careful what you wish for.”
a loud ringing echoes from the phone as the call ends, the wind whistling against the windows has you whipping your head to each sudden noise. pressing yourself up against the wall, the knife that you held a safe distance away from you.
“where are you, motherfucker.” your voice just barely above a whisper, you jumped at the sound of your doorknob rattling – a fist loudly knocking against the wood of your door. “go away! i’ll kill you.”
“baby? hey, what’s going on it’s just me.”
“ethan?” letting the knife drop to the marble of your kitchen countertop, you winced at the loud clang. running to your front door, you stood on the tip of your toes, peering through the peak hole to see your boyfriend awkwardly standing in front of you. twisting the lock, you threw the door open before jumping into his arms.
“what’s wrong? did you forget i was coming or something?” pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he circles his arms around your waist with a hesitant laugh.
“no- no. this guy just prank called me, i was so scared.” pressing your face into his shoulder, you gripped onto his coat, muffled sobs racking from your chest. “he saw me, ethan.”
“no, pretty, don't cry. i’m sure it was just some sick joke.” gently pulling you away from his tearstained coat, he cradled your face in the palm of his hand; wiping your wet cheeks, he pressed a light kiss in between your brows. “relax, no one’s gonna hurt you as long as i’m here.”
“can you stay the night?” leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. “don’t think i can sleep without you.” twirling his thick brown hair between your fingers, you sighed heavily, relaxing in his embrace.
“of course, i was planning on it anyway.” adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he squeezed your hip once nudging you inside your apartment. “don’t want these creeps lookin at you, especially without pants.”
shaking your head with a smile, you wiped your remaining tears with the back of your hand, sniffling quietly and shuffling back inside. “lock it, please.” grabbing his bag, you tossed it onto the sofa, the sound of a lock clicking easing your shoulders.
“you were really scared, huh.” ethan laughs at the abandon knife on the counter, picking it up and putting it back with the other collection of cooking knives.
“i was, that was the creepiest interaction i’ve ever had.” dragging your hands down your face with a huff, you walked over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back. “y’should jus’ move in with me.” your words muffled, you felt his chest rise and fall with another laugh.
“i was the one that made that request, i’d rather live with you than chad.” he loosened your arms around him, dragging you around his body so you were caged between him and the counter. “i am really sorry you had to go through that, did you call the police?”
“no, i think there are worse things to worry about. it was just some silly call.” rubbing your arms nervously, you took a deep breath, reassuring yourself of any crazy thoughts. “i don’t want to talk about it anymore, how was your day?” pulling yourself up on the countertop, you shuddered lightly when your bare skin met with the cool marble.
“uninteresting, just caught up in some classes, i missed you a lot.” moving in between your legs, he dragged his fingers against your thigh, teasing the hem of your shirt higher up your leg. “is this mine? i’ve been looking for it.” inching his hand up your shirt, he squeezed your hip, his thumb trailing along the lace of your panties.
“mhm, it’s comfortable. didn’t think you’d miss it much.” sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you placed your hands on his chest, drawing little circles into his shirt. looking up at him through your lashes, you licked your lips, your fingers settling at the base of his neck. “ethan…”
“what is it, baby.” bringing his other hand up to your cheek, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want me to stop?” moving to retract his hand that found it’s way under your shirt, he looked down at you with worried eyes, scared that he had read the room wrong.
“no! no. i want you, ethan.” grabbing his wrist, you bring his large hands back to your body, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his collarbone. “do you— do you want me?” guiding his hands under your shirt, you whined softly, his cold fingers grazing your stomach.
“oh fuck.” mumbling under his breath, he pressed his lips to your forehead, glancing down at your exposed panties; pretty and pink, decorated with a white lace, a small bow stitched right in the center.
“gonna answer my question?” trailing along the seam of his belt, you played with the hem of his shirt, your lips lingering on his skin with every word you mumbled.
“i do, baby. let me make you feel good.” rubbing up and down your sides with a light chuckle, he gently patted your waist. “you deserve it, such a good girl.”
tugging at the collar of his thick coat, you pressed your soft lips to his with a happy hum, your fingers entangling in his curly brunette hair. swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
ethan grinned against your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to grind his clothed crotch against your damp panties. “s’wet for me, haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
gasping into his mouth at the roll of his hips, you squeezed your thighs around his waist yearning for more. “please, ethan.” your words blurred together as you continued to kiss him – you tugged lightly on his hair with a mewl, the bulge showing in his jeans nudging your clit.
“so needy, can’t wait–”
a deafening ring cuts him off, his phone softly buzzing in the pocket of his jacket. letting your hands fall from his hair and atop of his shoulders, you shook your head with concern. “ethan, no.”
“relax, i bet it’s just chad.” giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the red phone. tilting his screen, he showed you the number on the screen, one that he had not previously saved. “recognize it?”
“no, i wasn’t shown a number.” anxiously playing with your fingers, you kept your eyes glued to the vibrating phone. “put it on speaker.”
nodding at your request, you watched him accept the call, letting it play out loud. “who is this?”
“hello, ethan. what’s your favorite scary movie?”
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Dom!GF!Ethan x Sub!F!Reader
Content: 18+ Minors dni! Unprotected P in V, oral sex (M receiving), cannon typical violence
You and Ethan had been dating for a few months. You started off as friends because she was too shy to talk about his feelings for you, but eventually Chad got him to get the courage up to ask you out.
Ethan was sweet and nice, but he could be private about some things, like his family. The only things you knew was that he had a sister and his brother had died in a motorcycle accident on the freeway. Besides that little flaw, he was really protective. That was why it was so strange he had left you alone at the frat party.
“Hey Chad! Have you seen Ethan?” You asked as your boyfriends roommate passed.
“No, he mentioned something about leaving early. I thought he was taking you with him.” Chad answered confusedly.
“No, uhm, it’s fine, I’ll just catch him on his way out. Thanks Chad, bye.” You said meekly as you headed towards the door. You stepped out onto the cool night air.
It was dark and the only thing to illuminate your walk was streetlights dotted along your path. You thought you heard something behind you, and you tried to discreetly glance behind your shoulder. You didn’t see anything, so you just kept walking quicker, despite waving off your fears you still felt eyes on you, a sickening prickly feeling creeping up your back.
You breathed a sigh of relief as you approached your apartment. You quickly slid the key in the door and unlocked it. You stepped inside your apartment and started to close the door when you felt and external force pushing on the outside. You screamed and fought it, but you caught a glimpse of the man at the other end. You could smell alcohol coming off his breath, his hair was a rusty color and it was greasy, he had a beard and looked about 50.
Fear surged through your body when he managed to get the door open with such a force it slammed against the wall as it opened. He advanced slowly, like a predator would approach its prey. Behind him you saw another figure, they must have been hiding in the darkness because they stepped when they forward you suddenly had a full view of their black cloaked body. They were wearing a Ghostface mask and held a shiny buck knife.
You screamed even louder and pointed at the figure behind you. The dirty man in front of you stopped smile and he turned quickly, he didn’t even get time to yell out in surprise before Ghostface tackled him and began slashing him. The stabs were quick and deep, they were peppered all over his body. The man lay on the floor, not yet limp, but he was crying.
“Please, please don’t.” He begged, he could barely lift his hands to wipe his eyes. Ghostface tilted his head and waved the knife back in forth tauntingly in his face, as if to say no. Then he slit his throat, ear to ear. You had pressed yourself up against the kitchen wall, unable to speak, sweat ran down your forehead and you whimpered as the figure approached you.
“It’s your turn now.” He said, his voice was deep and distorted. He took menacing steps towards to, but stopped short. He brandished his knife at you.
“Move.” He said, beckoning towards your room. You walked tentatively into your room and stood at the foot of your bed. Ghostface was in the doorway, he stood and watched you stand there.
“Lay down.”
You laid on the bed, your body facing the ceiling. Ghostface loomed above you and you were overcome with a sudden fear of what he would do to you. Instead of stabbing you like he did with the other man, he dropped the knife and pulled his mask off. Your jaw dropped as you realized who was underneath.
“Ethan?” You asked, and he smiled at you.
“Surprise babe.” He replied with a smirk, but you didn’t think this was funny.
“Wh-Why did you do this? Why are you doing this?” You demanded, you had propped yourself up on your elbows.
“Can you see y/n? He was going to hurt you. I wasn’t about to let that happen.” He answered exasperatedly.
“Are you going to hurt me?” If he said no you would believe him. But you didn’t know what to do if he said yes.
“Oh you poor sweet thing,” he laughed, “I would never hurt you. But I do have some other plans for you. Now get on your knees.” He commanded. You rose and knelt in front of him.
He slipped off his robes and revealed he his toned abs. He was only wearing boxers under it. You hadn’t been able to see the growing bulge in his pants because of the robe, but now it was in full view now.
Ethan pulled his boxers down and his hardening length sprang out. He grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to him. You opened your mouth and immediately engulfed his length. He shuddered at the sudden contact of your hot lips. He bucked forward slightly as you slowly pulled your mouth off of him, and then slid down again, teasingly.
You could tell he was becoming impatient so you picked up the pace, you swallowed his dick a few more times before you deep throated him and began to run your tongue around him. His dick trembled in your mouth as he got closer to his release and he whimpered above you. His breathing became ragged, so you deep throated him a few more times before his let his hot ropes fill your mouth.
You slowly removed your lips from his shaft with a pop and then swallowed his cum. You stood in front of him and he pushed you onto the bed.
“It’s your turn now y/n.” Ethan said as he pulled your skirt off and removed your shirt. He loved to be in control when you had sex. Unlike in public, he was confident in the bedroom and loved to be dominant. Once he had undressed you he grabbed one of your boobs and thrusted his now rock hard dick into you.
He didn’t give you any time to adjust before finding a steady pace to thrust into you. You cried out and grabbed his shoulder. He continued this until your cries turned into moans, then he picked up his pace and started moving quickly. The sound of skin pounding together soon drowned out the moans.
“Fuck, Ethan!” Your scream just made him pump faster into you. You could feel your walls closing around you as you neared your first orgasm. The knot in your stomach soon came undone as a hot feeling filled your stomach. Ethan hadn’t came yet, so he fucked you through your orgasm. You were sensitive after so you soon found yourself whimpering desperately in his ear.
“Hold on for me y/n. Fuck, keep that up babe.” He swore as you bucked your hips into his and ran your fingers through his curls. You could feel yourself tensing as another orgasm approached. The thing that pushed you over the edge was Ethan’s whimpers and moans as he neared his own orgasm. He pumped faster and harder into you, and you came. Soon after Ethan filled you up with his own cum. Your insides felt hot and full.
He slowly stopped and then pulled himself out. He collapsed on the bed and you rolled over on top of him. You soon fell asleep as he ran his fingers soothingly through your hair, praising you for your performance that night. You would wake up in the morning to find the body in your living room gone, but at least Ethan is still there, sleeping next to you.
A/N: I wanted to try an Ethan Landry smut! Let me know if you like it! My asks are always open for requests btw :)
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