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can i pleaseee request a dark!ghostface!ethan landry x reader where the reader doesn’t know ethan is ghostface and she looses him at a party so she stumbles around tipsy trying to find him calling out his name when suddenly someone dressed as ghost face approaches and starts walking beside her making very sketchy and personal questions (its ethan but obviously reader doesn’t know 🙄) ultimately leading to a chase and she gets home thinking shes safe and suddenly he ambushes reader and ‘spice occurs’ (idk) and then shes like “no! i need ethan!” and he gets …turned on… and asks about himself iykwim . pls base it off of that 😭
holy shit i love this … ethan’s gonna feel so fucking smug about reader needing him heh
tell me more — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : being attacked by ghostface leads to strange questions about ethan. ethan being behind the mask grows more and more turned on the more you say.
contents : just filthy, slight dub con, unprotected sex. wc 2.9k
You down another red solo cup. But as no more liquid falls down your throat, your brows begin to furrow. You pull the cup away to see no more alcohol sloshing inside.
“Ethan,” you turn. “Can you get me another—”
You stop, not seeing the curly haired boy behind you. You spin. Or beside you. “Ethan?” You call, your tone tipsy, over the rowdy students, all enjoying the party.
You step, but sway as you grab the wall. A giggle escapes you as you nearly knock shoulders with a passing couple. “Sorry.”
You go back to looking for Ethan, who had been by your side the entire party up till now. “Ethan?” You drag out the syllables as you squint your eyes. “Where are you?” You mutter under your breath.
“Y/n?”
You spin, seeing Chad. “Chad!” You exclaim. “Have you seen Ethan?”
Chad chuckles at your slightly slurring words. You put your hands on your hips, as you wait for his response.
Chad shakes his head. “Last I saw, he was with you.”
You sigh, turning back to stare through the house party.
“You alright?” Chad asks. You nod in response.
“I’m fine, you go…go back to…whatever you were doing.” You walk away, gazing around.
“Ethan—oh.” You bump into someone, and as you glance up to apologise you pause, seeing the white face of Ghostface.
You narrow your eyes, stepping back, swaying a fraction. “Excuse me.” You say, walking past them.
As you try to continue your search, you feel a presence beside you. Glancing to your left, you see Ghostface, black cloak and all, walking alongside you. “What— who are you? You know, its not a great costume.” You continue slowly walking through the crowd.
“Is it not?” The baritone voice of Ghostface asks.
“Hey!” You slightly slur. “Where did you find one of those modulators? I’ve been trying to find one.” You pause. “To try it out, not because…I uh, kill people. I don’t kill people.”
Your blurting out anything on your mind, and Ghostface just tilts he head as he observe you.
“You know, you could have been more original. Everyone dresses up…as Ghostface.” You say, slightly poking his chest.
“And how do you know I’m dressing up?”
You pause. “Well…” you blink, trying to screw your head on straighter.
“How do you know I’m not the real Ghostface.” He whispers, the low voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Uh…your at a house party?” As if that would prove your point.
“You don’t think Ghostface goes to house parties?”
“I mean not to party,” you say, slightly growing wearier. “…obviously.”
“Is that what you do—party?” Ghostface asks.
“Of course!” You say, stumbling a bit. “I always go to parties. Usually with—oh!” You exclaim, glancing around.
“Have you seen a boy with curly brown hair, and a cute smile?” You ask Ghostface.
“What’s his name?”
“Ethan.” You nod, squinting your gaze on the crowd again. “He disappeared.”
“A cute smile?” Ghostface inquires.
“Yes.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Now get looking.”
You walk farther into the hallway, where it appears quieter and darker, away from the fluorescent lights. “Ethan?”
Then you feel a breath by your ear. “You seem desperate.”
You spin, seeing Ghostface. “Don’t do that, your making me think your actually a creepy killer.” You whisper. Alcohol still buzzed in your system, but you could feel it begin to ebb away as you stared at the silent, eerie figure.
“Mr. Ghostface?” You ask, since they hadn’t answered you. “Or Mrs.”
You then see something glint against the hanging hallway light. Something metal, in Ghostfaces grip.
“What—” you cut yourself off, staring at it. The threat suddenly clicks in your brain, as you whip your gaze back up to Ghostface’s mask. He begins to step closer, and you stumble slightly back.
You look around and realise how alone you are. Ghostface is blocking the way back to the party. You glance behind you and see the front door. Without thinking, you run to it, turning the handle and rushing outside.
This house was thankfully not a far walk from your apartment. And as you glance back to see Ghostface following you, you hurry your steps.
Your growing soberer by the second, as the cold air hits your face, and the looming danger of getting stabbed makes your pulse quicken. You can hear steps pick up behind you, making you hurry yours in turn.
You’re soon nearing your apartment, and wondering why Ghostface hasn’t caught you yet, you weren’t that much of a fast runner. Was it genuinely some joke?
You spare a glance behind you to see no one. You don’t slow though. Carrying up to your door, whipping it open and locking it.
You breathe heavy as you back up into your apartment, switching the lights on. “Fuck, that better have been a joke.” You mutter, feeling almost stupid for freaking out.
“I’m afraid it wasn’t.” The low voice makes you spin. There stands Ghostface in your kitchen, the signature tilt to his head.
You should have grabbed a knife. You rush farther into your apartment as you try to reach for a room, but Ghostface is quick to intercept, grabbing you and yanking you towards him.
You scream, trying to get out of his grip. “Shh.” He whispers against your ear, as your back presses against his front.
“No, get the fuck off me!” You exclaim harshly.
“Did you end up finding your friend?”
“You know that I didn’t.” You hiss back, as you continue to struggle.
Ghostface chuckles, right by your ear. His grip wraps around you, one of his hands on your stomach, as he stands flush against you.
You gulp. Ethan, god, you hope he was okay. “You didn’t—”
“Didn’t what?”
“Hurt my friend.”
Behind the mask Ethan’s grin is growing. He had wanted a little fun, and seeing you scared and running gave him a rush, one that went straight to his dick. You seemed so concerned for you “friend”. Your cute little question on if he hurt…well…himself, made this all the more enjoyable.
“You seem, so concerned.” He probes. The feeling of you against him, has his voice dropping, even deeper than the modulator originally is, as his sentence husks out.
“Of course I’m concerned.” You say, trying to keep your fear from being prominent in your voice. “I wouldn’t want him hurt, or worse killed.”
Ethan’s gloved hand spreads wider across your stomach, keeping you from running away. He rests his chin on your shoulder, making you stiffen. “Ethan, right?”
You gulp. “Yes. Please don’t hurt my friends, don’t hurt him.”
Ethan is growing more turned on, by your tone of worry. You cared so much for him, and Ethan could tell. Fuck, he liked you like this. He wanted to know more.
“You care about him, don’t you?”
“Yes.” You say, very aware of the knife still in his grasp.
“How much?” Ethan hisses.
“A-a lot.”
“Oh? Why do you care about him—a lot?”
“He’s always been a good friend.” You say, your breathing mismatched.
“Is that all?”
“No. He’s also quite cute.” Your spewing answers in hopes that Ghostface won’t kill you. But you know how foolish that notion is.
“Is he? What’s cute about him?” Ethan asks, licking his lips.
“His uh, face.”
“That’s a bit generic.”
“Also his hands, I like his hands.” In response Ethan, drags his hand lower down your stomach making you slightly arch into him. Your wearing a pretty little skirt, that him as Ethan couldn’t look at for too long. But him as Ghostface could do whatever he wants.
“Why?” God, Ethan was getting hard. Being this close to you, and hearing your praising words is sending heat through him.
“Um, their big and…I like how they feel.”
Fuck, Ethan is breathing hard. He pulls you closer to him, making you gasp. “What else?”
“H-he um.” You gulp. “His hair. I like his hair. I always want to run my fingers through it.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because that would be weird.” You two were friends, you felt it would cross that line. Though as you begin think about all these things about him, your starting to feel butterflies slowly swarm your stomach. Did you “like like” Ethan?
“I don’t think so. It’s a friendly thing to do.”
You hold back a scoff. “I’m not taking any sort of advice from you.”
Ghostface—Ethan—chuckles. “But I’m being honest. I’m sure he’d love if you ran your pretty fingers through his hair. Maybe he might slide his hand to rest on your thigh.” Ethan slowly brings his hand further down your body, to stop on your thigh, your skirt slightly scrunching up.
You shudder at the shift. Fear and adrenaline coursing through you. “No. He wouldn’t do that.”
“You sound so sure.” Wouldn’t do that?—Ethan thinks to himself. No. He’d do a lot more. He has the urge to track back up your thigh, this time under your skirt. But he wants to drag this out a little longer.
“Let’s say he did do that. How would you react?”
“Why are you asking me this—”
His grip hardens on your thigh making you shut up.
You gulp. “I would probably move closer. To reach his hair better.”
“And how would you feel?”
“I would feel…hot.”
“Where?”
“What?” Your mind is running wild as thoughts of Ethan swarm your brain.
“Where would you feel hot?” Fuck, Ethan was growing agitated. He could feel his cock throb. The pressure of his pants made sure you didn’t feel him through the long cloak.
“Um.” Your voice shakes a fraction. “In my…stomach.”
“Here?” Ethan wanders back to your stomach and taps his fingers against the material if your top.
“Y-yes.”
“Are you sure?” Ethan’s gloved hand goes lower, making your breath hitch. “Not here?” It’s a ghost of a touch. But you feel it, his finger brushing across your clothed pussy. You shudder against him. You were hot. Exactly where he said.
“Do you know how Ethan would feel?” Ghostface—Ethan—asks.
“No.”
“He would feel desperate.” Ethan’s voice comes off breathy through the modulator. “So, desperate.”
You shudder at the thought, even more so as Ghostface brings his hand under your shirt, still staying by your stomach.
“Do you like Ethan?” Ethan could tell you felt something for him, but if you were in denial than you wouldn’t make a move. But now with this information he doesn’t mind stepping up. Cause he really did want to feel your hands running through his hair.
“I—” you breath.
“Yes?” Ethan eagerly asks.
“A…little bit. Yeah. Yeah, I kind of do.”
Ethan grins behind the mask, as his grip tightens around you. You fit against him so nicely.
“Well, what a lucky guy.” He almost chuckles to himself.
“Are you going to stab me?” You finally ask. What was with all this talking? You should be dead.
“Do you think I will?”
You don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“But I want to hear more about your crush.”
“Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“…yes.”
Ethan holds back a groan of slight annoyance. “I want to know what you’d let him to do you.”
You blanch. “W-what?”
“I want to know where you’d let him touch you.”
Your suffocating on air. “Would you let him touch here?” He brushes away your hair with his knife to reach your neck, making you shiver. “Would you?”
“I’d…like that.”
Ethan holds back a moan at you letting him—wanting him to touch you.
“Where else?” Ethan continues. “Here?” He grazes down your chest, just above your breasts.
“P-probably.”
“Mmm.” Ethan lowly hums as his gloved hand travels down the top covered valley between your breasts, skirting over your bra.
Your immobile, because there’s a tension growing between your legs, that is making you concerned for your mental health. Ghostface was touching you—almost touching you and you were feeling hot.
Ethan glides his hand all the way until he reached the edge of your skirt, pausing. You gulp, holding down a whine as you press your thighs together. What the hell was wrong with you?
“Would you let him touch here?” He harshly breathes out, as grabs your pussy, making you jolt. He’s touching your panties, hand under your skirt, as he begins to rub. “Yeah? You’d want him to touch you here?”
Your breathing is choppy as he continues to rub up and down, going harder over your clit, making you shudder.
Ethan then wraps his other arm across your chest, bringing you impossibly closer, as he listens to you trying to hide your whimpers. Fuck, you sounded so pretty. Slowly falling apart in his arms.
He was rock hard, and growing desperate. Feeling your pussy over your panties was quickly not enough, as he slips past them, his gloved fingers reaching your wetness. Ethan grins. You were soaked. All for him and his game.
“Are you wet for Ethan or me?” Ethan holds back chuckling at the fact that there’s not a wrong answer.
“E-Ethan.”
But he certainly liked that answer a little better. “You just want to feel his big hands fingering you, don’t you?”
“Oh— fuck.” You choke as he pushes a single finger inside you.
Ethan keeps his other arm across you, his knife loosely in his grip. He keeps wanting to pull you closer, so that your ass completely pressed against his throbbing cock. He had to feel more of you.
He adds another finger as a whimper escapes your lips, making Ethan smile. “That’s right.” He whisper-hisses. “I bet you’ve dreamt of him.”
“Uh huh.” You manage as he thrusts his fingers repeatedly into you.
“Your so cute having little dreams about Ethan. I’m sure you touched yourself. Having woken up horny,and needy.”
“S-shit.” You stutter as his fingers pick up pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. The glove material inside you feels foreign but oh so, good.
“You need him, don’t you.” Ghostface says to your ear. “Don’t you?” Ethan has grown incredibly desperate, as the thought of you wanting him—needing him feels like an orgasm in itself.
“I do.” Your head falls slightly back as pleasure rocks through you. “Ethan…” You moan out.
Ethan finally cracks, pushing you against the wall, as he discarded his knife. He presses himself into you as he finally feels his clothed dick press against your sensitive pussy. You jolt as you feel him, his hands wandering your body, cupping your breasts under you shirt.
“Holy shit.” Ethan breathes as his mask grows hot. He wanted to kiss you. Is it worth taking off the mask?
In response to his silent question to himself, he pulls his mask off, tossing it aside as he stays pressed to you.
You watch as Ethan’s signature curls come into view. Your mouth hangs open in shock. Both at him as Ghostface and at what you had revealed. You had said so much about him, about how wet you were for him.
Your eyes are blown wide and Ethan can’t hold back anymore, smashing his lips against yours. You gasp through the kiss as Ethan plays with your tongue, lapping at your mouth as he moans.
“Ethan…” you manage to say as he unclips your bra, yanking it away. “I didn’t know it was you.” He’s kissing your neck, biting at the sensitive skin, as he begins to grind into you.
He licks your neck making a shiver run down your spine. “I didn’t know you thought of me like that.” Ethan kisses you again, as your head hits back against the wall. He licks your top lip. “You should have told me.”
“I didn’t— I wasn’t sure…if—”
“I felt the same?” Ethan guesses as he brings his hand around your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around him. He rips your panties clean off as you gasp. Your skirt is bunched up by your hips. “Well, now you know I really fucking do.”
Ethan reaches for his belt with his other hand, under his cloak. Pushing the dark material aside he brings out his cock, extremely hard and ready.
He pushes the tip into you as your fingers reach for his hair.
“I told you.” Ethan breathes against your open mouth. He pushes further into you as you choke a moan. “I’d love it if your fingers were through my hair. And look,” Ethan pauses to grip your thigh tighter, pulling you closer, as he sinks completely into you. “My hand is on your thigh.”
He thrusts into you, his mouth beginning to open over your own, you both panting as your bodies clash.
“Oh—f-fuck. You feel so…” he can’t even finish his sentence as he continues to thrust, his dick filling you up, as you grow more and more dazed.
“You looked so fucking cute wandering around looking for me.” Ethan says between thrusts. “So. Fucking. Cute.” He moans before kissing you. Both your tongues meet each other sloppily, as the thrusting becomes the same.
Pleasure is through your entire body, as ethan grabs at your waist, fingers digging into your skin. You felt and smelt so nice. “Christ, y/n.”
He bites your jaw as your highs draw close. “Your always gonna need me.” He now grabs your jaw between his fingers. “You hear me? You won’t need anyone else.” He kisses you hard, before whispering against your lips. “Nobody else. Only me.”
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Any Ethan headcanons u have??
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pairing: ethan landry x all!reader
warnings: mentions of porn, sex positions, masturbation, edging, praise, degradation and a spit kink.
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this man is a GIANT like he’s six foot, beefy, and just large ;) but no fr every piece of clothing he borrows you like hoodies, flannels etc. literally drowns you because they’re so big
ethan isn’t a big social media person, he only has an instagram because it’s 2023 everyone has one, but like he doesn’t post and is barely following anyone.
some apps he definitely has:
you made him get tiktok so you could send vids to him.
he had snapchat but he barely used it. however you’ve had streaks for a while now.
has twitter for whatever people have twitter for and the porn sometimes.
his most used app is safari 😶
has letterboxd, reddit and 8 ball pool.
is a romance guy, but he’s not open about it. he’s very good at acting sweet and sweeping you off your feet. the shy, nerdy, geek act works very well.
loves the rain. especially at night in the dark, sometimes he can’t sleep but he’ll hear the rain and it makes him feel extra warm in his bed.
smells like mint. he either literally smells like mint, fresh gum or just straight cologne.
his room is his sanctuary. he feels safe and comfortable in there, surrounded by all his things, and as you begin to hang around in his room more, your scent stays, especially onto his bedding and sheets and he’ll literally just come home and face plant into his sheets and smell you.
isn’t a big massive music listener, but he does listen to multiple genres. he likes to listen to what others are listening to around him. he doesn’t always like the music chad listens too, but he does like the old school r&b he plays.
can’t cook for shit. the boys’ place is just full of snacks. this boy loves cheetos. will love you forever if you bring him cooked meals.
big horror movie fan. but has watched movies like the notebook and titanic and teared up and even laughed when you made him watch mean girls.
NSFW
very sensitive nipples 😭 (don’t ask)
is a switch, doesn’t necessarily like to be submissive but he just likes it where you share control, but he can be dominant at times
doggy is his favourite position
doesn’t actually masturbate a whole lot, probably like once a week
edges himself when he does masturbate
very proud of his physique, especially his arms, hands and stomach
very vocal in bed, i’m taking whines, moans, groans, also big dirty talker, praise and degradation !
not overly kinky, has certain specific possibly common kinks but not any weird ones or a lot
big on aftercare ! for himself and you, sometimes he wants to hold you but sometimes he wants you to hold him.
loves kissing so muchhh, there’s nothing more intimate for him, possibly has a spit kink too
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Hear me out whiny!Ethan landry fic or headcannon
whiny!ethan landry headcannon
• he is perhaps the most vocal man you’ve ever met
• but you’d better be sure his whines and moans are music to your ears
• as uni students, you both spend enormous amounts of time on your individual classes, which can lead to time spent away from each other
“pleaseee will you touch me mommy (im sorry i had to slip it in), I promise I’ll make you feel so good, i swear”
you’re sitting cross cross on his bed, working intently on your laptop while he lays behind you, pressing soft kisses to your neck
and obviously him moaning and begging in your ear has you feeling some kind of way, but you really do need to focus
once he realizes he needs to wait a while until your attention can be on him, he gets a bit restless, and lets out a sigh of defeat as you continue typing away
• this man is actually such a slut for you, it’s insane he gets anything done since you two got together
• part of being whiny means ethan being so needy for you, no matter where he is
• even if it’s inconvenient for him to be touching you anywhere, he will beg and whine for you to let him, either until he gets to touch you, or until you punish him for being desperate
“please, please, let me eat your pussy…” “ethan, we’re in the library” “…no one’s around, and i won’t make any noises, i promise”
he’s always so eager to touch you, whenever and wherever he can. doesn’t even need to be sexual
“…sweetheart, you don’t always have to hold my hand,” you look down at your conjoined hands with a pointed look on your face. “i know, but i just want to be near you,” he practically pouts
will get pouty and whiny if you don’t let him touch you, and will act bratty until you let him
• i have to mention this man’s moans and whines
• as i’ve mentioned, he’s very vocal, and when he’s desperate for anything, it goes up 10x
he’ll practically be screaming in bed, especially when he’s close, and loses his breath quickly doing so
this results in the the lewdest and loudest whines and moans you have ever heard, and they’re truthfully enough to have your pussy throbbing
but oh. good. lord. when it comes to pegging, this man is extraordinarily vocal
with his back arching, ass pressing against you as he moans out and clenches around the strap, his poor brain can’t decide if it wants you to slow down, or speed up and wreck him
this conflict results in ethan just losing his ability to speak, and his brain turns numb and can only let out whines and whimpers for you
• he’s so big on being praised, and the slightest stroke on his face combined with a soft praise has him preening in your hands
• ethan landry has the BIGGEST praise kink known to man, and will beg and whine for more praises to poor from your mouth, no matter what you’re doing
he can truly cum just from you praising him, and he knows this, and begs for you to praise him, just so your voice can get him closer
• when he has to restrain himself (either from cumming or from touching you or himself), he starts to whine for your touch and your help
“fuck mommy please, i cant last much longer,” he’s been lying on your bed naked, watching you watch him as he falls apart while you touch yourself
he can feel himself getting closer without even touching himself as he watches you touch your pussy, whining out when you moan his name
• although he likes being praised, and as i’ve said, can get off solely on it, he’s big on being degraded
trust me when i tell you there is NOTHING like ethan sobbing and whining as you degrade him
although he knows he shouldn’t like it as much as he does when you call bim degrading names, he can’t help but moan out and whine for you to keep doing it
“baby look at you, nothing but a fucking whore for mommy, only here for my pleasure, huh?” your words make his back arch as he whines out broken cries and screams of “mommy!”, desperately holding on to any sanity he has
• he is such a simple minded teen boy, that anything to do with you has him whining and writhing just for you, and only you
• he truly is a slut for you, and holy shit, does he earn that title
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it is incredibly late after a long day, yet this writing was much needed, PLEASE keep the ethan requests coming!! 🫶🫶
#subbypeterparker#ethan landry#ethan landry smut#sub ethan landry#sub!ethan landry#scream smut#jack champion#jack champion smut
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hi can u make a X reader oneshot about Ethan Landry where the reader knows about him being ghostface and still be willing to fuck without him knowing that she knows? and have her be as obsessed with Ethan as he is with her :))
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18+, mdni alot of making out, p in v, fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), you take Ethan’s virginity, mention of murder
Your eyes widened as you picked up the mask with shaky hands. You realized the knife shining underneath the rest of the clothes as well. Fuck. Shit. Okay. Just put it back before he comes back, you thought.
With a sense of urgency, you rummaged through his drawer, your fingers brushing past his clothes and you went to the bottom of the drawer, burying it underneath all the clothes and closing the drawer.
He had told you to get something for him, not snoop around. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, trying to ignore how your friend was fucking ghostface.
Once you found what he actually asked for you to get, you took a deep breath before stepping into the living room.
You silently handed it to him. He noticed your odd behavior and quirked an eyebrow at you.
Maybe it was a Halloween mask or something. But that wouldn’t explain the knife. The thoughts ran in your mind, you would have to find out more later.
You sat back down on the couch with the group, but you couldn't focus on the movie. All you could focus on was Ethan.
You have had a crush on Ethan for a long time now, with feelings bordering on obsession.
You glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your staring. He did however, turning his head to you. Your head snapped back to the TV quickly.
Fuck, fuck. What if he knew that you knew something? What if you were his next target? Although you wouldn’t mind that so much.
You avoided him for a few days, and the worst part? You missed him. God, you missed him. It felt wrong, it was wrong. You both usually talked every day, so he knew something was up.
—
“Y/n?” The familiar voice of Ethan said from behind you.
You stood, tensing up before turning around at his voice. This party was the last place you wanted to see him.
“Ethan.” You said, giving him a small smile. He was wearing a robot cardboard costume, it was dorky but cute. He also had a jacket tied around his waist. He took off the headpiece of his costume and held it by his side.
“Are you okay? I called you… like 5 times.” He asked you.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, I’ve been busy. But, how’s uh, Econ? And your other classes?”
“It’s going good. Professors really getting on my nerves though.” He laughed.
You smiled at him, you missed his laugh, his smile, his entire face. It was wrong.
You both stayed silent for a while, awkwardly standing and looking at each other.
You began to talk again, then suddenly, some drunk guy ran into you, spilling alcohol all on your clothes.
You gasped, he mumbled a small apology and slipped past. You flicked him off and sighed heavily, looking at your shirt. Of course it happened while you dressed up as an Angel.
“Shit.” Ethan said, his eyes widened and his eyes went over your body.
“Asshole.” You mumbled, making your way upstairs. Ethan followed behind you upstairs and into the bathroom.
He opened up a cabinet, handing you a rag.
“Thanks.” You mumbled, trying your best to wipe it.
“Uh.. here.” He began to untie the jacket around his waist.
“It’s fine, Eth-“ but he ignored it, putting the jacket on your shoulders and zipping it up, biting his bottom lip on the process.
You smiled at him, his hands stopped and stayed for a moment. You stared at him, and he stared at you back. Suddenly, he leaned in, cupping your face as he kissed you.
Your hands went to his shoulders, kissing him back. The electricity coursing through your veins seemed to intensify as the softness of his lips met yours.
His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your heart raced with anticipation. As your lips brushed against his, you savored the taste of him, it felt like your dreams coming true.
You backed up against the counter, hopping on it and never leaving his lips once. The kiss turned from gentle and slow to a sloppy make out.
“Room?” You asked breathlessly against your lips.
“I’m a… a virgin...” He mumbled quietly and looked down at the ground, slightly ashamed.
“I know.” You whispered back. He smiled at you.
You both went out into the hallway, quickly opening an empty room.
He shut and locked the door behind him, his eyes landed on you and his lips were back on you again.
Softly he pushed you down on the bed, you moaned into his mouth when he said his tongue in your mouth.
You took notice of the tent in his pants, you moved away from the kiss to unbutton his pants. He helped and pulled them down, throwing them somewhere in the room. Then he looked at the shirt, his jacket. You took off your shirt, bra, and his jacket.
But then he stopped you when you began to take off your pants.
“Can you… wear my jacket?” He asked shyly.
You smiled at him. Cute. You put his jacket back on, and then began to take off your pants. He threw his shirt off and you both were only left in underwear.
He gave you a peck on your lips, and his lips trailed down your body. He kissed your neck, then biting and sucking on the flesh. He took time to appreciate and savor you, the person who he’s been obsessed with the moment he laid his eyes on you.
He then made his way down to your pussy, pulling off your underwear and looking up at you for a second. He was on his knees and your legs were on the edge of the bed.
He moved his mouth to your cunt, kitten licking it at first to test the waters. A mewl came from your mouth, and for some one who’s a virgin, he ate pussy good. His tongue was focused on your clit, licking it repeatedly as your hands were buried in his hair, pulling and tugging at the brown locks.
He ate like a starved man given food. You cried out his name, and you were thankful for the booming music downstairs.
You were close, and he didn’t care. His tongue worked faster on your clit, you moaned out his name once more and came on his face. He finally left your pussy then, looking at you and licking your juices off his tongue with a smirk.
You smiled at him, and he moved up to kiss you again, cupping your face. You could taste yourself on him.
He removed his angry cock out his boxers finally, letting out a groan as he stroked it in front of you for a moment. He wasn’t small, by any means. He was bigger than you expected if anything. You were shocked at the size.
He put it to your entrance, looking at your face as he slowly slide into your warmness. You both let out moans, he stayed still inside you for a moment to let you adjust and then started to move.
He felt like he could bust right then and there. But he wanted this to be a better experience, so he tried his best to hold his orgasm back for a while.
You moaned as he slid out and back into you, his first few thrusts were sloppy but he was a quick learner. He got the hang of if.
Fuck, it was wrong but you loved it. You loved how his curls bounced on his face, his moans and groans slipping out his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, and how his hips met yours.
“E-eth!” You cried out, he loved the way you called out his name. He loved how you laid underneath him, melting under him. In his mind you, had no clue about his plans for your friends, or how bad of a person he was, or how many people he’s killed.
But you did. It was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so good?
You came without warning, he groaned and couldn’t help it anymore. He came inside of you.
You whined as he pulled out.
“I know, I know. Sorry.” He said quietly, and he laid down next to you.
“Would now be a good time to tell you I like you?” You mumbled.
He laughed quietly. “I like you too.”
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SWEET LIKE CANDY - ETHAN LANDRY 18+
minors DNI!
You just wanted some time to yourself, not knowing the masked killer was getting off to you from outside your apartment window…
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You danced around with your friends, enjoying the moment of freedom. You were all caught up in classes, you had good grades and of course, your apartment was shiny and clean. You felt good, the one time you actually wanted to come to a party it was for something you were interested in.
You've always loved Halloween, you had a interest in horror. Especially the Stab movies, but the candy and getting to dress up in a tiny outfit made the holiday that much more enjoyable. You pulled up your small top, your cleavage exposed as you grinned on your friend jokingly.
"Hey! My friend here, total snack right?" You glanced at the boy in the box-like hat, an awkward smile on his face. "Yea, what's your name?" You walked up to him in a sultry way, your words dragging by the amount of alcohol in your system. "Ethan...Landry" "Oh! You're in my Econ class, the awkward cutie" Chad's smile was off the charts, Ethan's hands shaky as you went to ask him for his phone, typing in your number.
"Well E, I'll see you around" You handed him back his phone with a side smirk, going back into your group of friends. The night gave you a rush, the taste of alcohol you had indulged in still on your lips as you walked home.
You took off your heels, reaching your apartment. You started to strip, it wasn't like anyone was in here with you, or so you'd thought. You were careless wandering in your apartment, tits out in your little pair of pink, silky shorts. Ethan was hard under the black cloak, the ghost face masked murderer just out of your sight.
You felt goosebumps on your skin, feeling a sense of danger. You shook it off, turning up the temperature in the Cold, New York Apartment. Ethan's eyes wandered over you, wanting to take his mask off to admire you fully. He had to hold back, to hide his identity and the fact that he had become obsessed with you in a matter of seconds.
You were gorgeous to him, long hair and perky little henti tits that made him hard. He wondered what they would look like as you bounced on his cock, overstimulated by the hot pleasure.
He still remembered your scent, getting off to something similar as soon as he got home. "Oh my god Ethan! Stop being a pervert. Dad wants to talk" Quinn groaned from outside the door. But he didn't stop, he didn't care. His mind was flooded with thoughts of you, your boobs, and how good your ass looked in that short skirt.
He wanted more of you, he wanted you. The memories weren't enough. He was yearning for your touch. Your hands around his base as you pumped up and down, he could picture it already.
You cleaned up the kitchen, picking up your thrown Halloween costume into the bag to wash it later. You hugged your body, warmth, and smooth skin tingling. Your drunken state made your mind cloudy, picturing yourself doing the things you'd never admit to.
You had some toys, a vibrator, small to bigger dildos. You could never actually find someone good enough to lose your virginity to. So while you waited you learned, where it felt good. How to play with yourself. If no one was gonna make you feel pleasure then might as well do it yourself.
You unplugged a charging toy, it was your favorite. It could make you cum over and over. You underestimated the power of the small device. It had a couple of settings, controlled by a remote that you've almost broken hundreds of times from holding onto it so tightly. It made your legs shake and your back arch, you had a thing for being overstimulated so this was just the thing.
You slipped it inside of you, teasing your clit with spit covered fingers. You shuddered against your own touch, relaxing deeper into the cushion. You had a routine, mostly teasing yourself until you had to cum, only to put it back on the lowest setting as your weeping hole begged for more.
You started with the medium setting, feeling the vibrations through your entire body. You felt weird about your surroundings, not caring as ghost face casually watched you through the small sliver of your apartment window. He thought going in was too obvious. And he wanted to see your body shaking as it came before he did anything to you.
He palmed himself, melting at every small noise and whimper that came from your lips. He wanted to break in, help you cum for hours. Multiple rounds as he made you bleed. You crying for his cock as he choked the fuck out of you, your pussy throbbing as he thrusted.
You were now at the highest setting, your legs shaking at the shocks of pleasure. It was like a pulse, your body jolting at every beat. He took this as the perfect opportunity, not allowing you to finish as the phone rang. “You-you have to be kidding me” you groaned, the vibrator off as the knot in your stomach undid itself.
You were frustrated, picking up your phone angrily. “Hello?” “Well hello Y/n, how has your night been?” You froze. That god damn voice modulator. “This isn’t funny” you knew Tara and Sam, but you never thought you were in close enough range to them to be killed off by ghost face. “I’m not trying to be funny-“ he took a breath before continuing to talk. Your naked body frozen in place. “Are you having fun? You seemed frustrated when you didn’t get to cum”
Your heart dropped, covering your chest with a large shirt on the side of your bed. “Where are you? What do you want?” Your breath hitched, waiting for a response. “I wanted to see you cum…too bad I called right?” You put on your clothes quickly, a pathetic laugh coming from your phone.
“I’ve been watching you this whole time. You can undress yourself again. You look so pretty shaking like that. Making me hard” you heard a groan, your chest rising up realizing that ghost face was probably getting off to you getting off this entire time.
“Who are you?” You hummed, only for your question to be answered with low whimpers. You asked again, this time the call cutting off. You heard a loud bang, a gunshot going off and ghost face walked into your bed room. “I- please” he loved hearing you beg, pushing you up against the wall with a large knife in his hands.
He pressed it up against your neck, your legs trembling but in a different way. “Who- who the fuck are you? What did I even do?” You pleaded. “Please, I’ll do anything” your breaths were heavy, you were in survival mode. Anything you had to do to stay alive you would do it. Even if that meant getting on your knees for the masked killer.
“Take it off” his knife made a slit in your shirt, your arms shaking as you slid it off your body. “You take something off now” you spit bitterly, a chuckle coming from him before he pulled the mask off from over his head. You gasped, “Ethan?” He dropped the knife, pushing his lips onto yours harshly so you couldn’t pull away, your only option to kiss him back and feel his hard cock rub against your sensitive clit.
You let out a small groan, his lips on your neck as you struggled to let out your thoughts. “How? What?” He shushed you, finding the sweet spot on your neck that made your knees weak. “Let me fuck you, please” he whimpered against your neck. His hands on your sides as his hair tickled your chin.
His cock rubbed against your pleading pussy, feeling your clit get wet. “Let me take these off” he slashed the crotch, slashing not only your shorts but your panties too, ripping the fabric off with a hard tug.
You were completely naked now, his hands getting closer to your arousal. You wanted him so badly, but you couldn’t admit it. He was a killer. He hurt your friends. But he didn’t want to hurt you, so how should you really feel in this situation? He took his gloves off, shoving them into your mouth as he fingered your clit, feeling your wetness on his thumb.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as he slipped a finger in you, slowly pulling in and out. He took his time, admiring your facial expressions of impatience, only then adding another. His pace was the same, making your walls clench around him. He knew you wanted more, you just didn’t want to ask. “Tell me if you want it faster” you could feel his breath on your neck, breathing heavily with a nod. “Tell me Y/n, beg you bitch”
“Please, please…oh fuck, faster” “what a good girl, telling me just how you want it” he shoved in a thirds finger making you jolt, his hand pumping in and out of you at an absurd speed. Your mouth was open, loud moans escaping as you watched his fingers pump into you. You felt that tie in your stomach come back, so close to snapping. His hand was removed from your side, slowing down his fingers and bringing his attention to your clit.
It was a mix of delicious pain and pleasure, your head pushed back against the wall as you felt your own start a pattern of opening and closing around his fingers. “I’m gonna..fuck” “Uh uh, not yet baby” you bit down on your lip, unable to hold it in, feeling a warm, sticky sensation in between your legs. “I didn’t say you could cum, y/n” he pushed you into the wall, holding one of your legs up with his hand.
He got on his knees, kitten licking your clit before making a bold stripe with his tongue, swallowing all your juices. “Taste yourself, baby” he stuck his cum covered finger in your mouth. The taste of tangy sweetness covering your tongue before he went in to kiss you.
He placed kisses on your collar bone, biting and licking all over your body. His hand massaged your tit as he sucked on the other one like it was a lollipop. He kissed it, licking your nipple and sucking on it till he could feel you harden in his warm mouth. You collapsed against his touch, wrapping your legs around his waist before he brought you over to the bed.
Your mind was foggy and clouded, eyes coming back into position from being rolled into the back of your head. In a quick motion you flipped. Now on top of Ethan. “I want you to ride me” your head traveled backwards, hands messing with his belt as he took off the long black cloak. “Maybe if your pussy is good I won’t kill you” he rocked his hips up, allowing you to fully pull off his pants.
You reached into his boxers, his cock twitching at the warmth of your hand. Ethan’s eyes were closed as you pulled his dick out, waiting for you to get on top. But instead you wanted to make him beg. Just like he made you. You spit on him, rubbing it on his lower stomach all the way up to the tip of his cock. You licked off his pre-cum. Making him curse lightly under his breath. “Suck it, slut” you tapped his tip against your tongue. Tasting him as you popped him into your mouth slowly. You did tricks with your tongue, circling it around his tip before letting it hit the back of your throat. You could feel his veins on your lips, craving the same feeling on your other pair.
Your head bopped up and down, gagging on his thick cock that you were addicted too. He grabbed your hair, holding it up for you but also letting it control how deep it went into your throat. You sucked all of the air from your cheeks, the feeling of just your wet mouth and teeth on his dick. You licked a bold stripe just like he did to you, placing yourself on top of him but not sitting down just yet.
Your head was down, Ethan looking at you with list filled eyes as you dragged his tip against your opening, the feeling of his wet skin against your clit making you shudder. He was tired of your bull shit, pushing down on your shoulders so you would take all of him. You let out a soft gasp, Ethan’s whimpers turning you in even more. Your hips swayed forwards and backwards, not letting yourself bounce just yet. “Please, god y/n please just fuck me already” a smirk was placed on your mouth as you tucked your hair behind your ears. Letting him watch you hop off his dick painfully slowly before sitting back on him in a hard motion.
Your hair tickled your back as you bounced. His eyes taking in every movement and his ears picking up on every groan and moan you had let out. You eventually started to feel tired, Ethan thrusting his hips into you so you could both finish at the same time. You helped balance yourself with one hand, all your hair flipping that way. A sight That brought Ethan to his knees. Your legs shook together, moans and pleads filling the room as the bed creaked.
“You’re fucking me so..so good ,baby…such a good boy aren’t you?” You bit your lip as he quickened his pace, your cunt aching and your lip bleeding from the pleasure. You felt the tie in your stomach finally snap, a ring of cum coated the base of Ethan’s dick as he continued to thrust into you. His legs gave out as he slowed down. The feeling of hot cum shooting into your pussy.
He continued to thrust, overstimulating the both of you. You were cock drunk, mind cloudy as he kept thrusting. “E..Ethan, it’s..it’s sensitive” your mouth was still wide open as he thrusted, turning you into missionary position, his cock perfectly hitting your G-spot. “Ethan…E stop” your hand was placed against his toned chest. But he didn’t care. As much as the red pain took over him it was worth seeing you beg for him to stop, making you pass out against the bedsheets.
He pulled out of you, the sight of your creamed pussy and his swollen tip driving him crazy. He leaned over to you as you caught your breath. Placing kisses on your jaw and closed eyes, watching your body regain its composure. “You looked so beautiful tonight, baby” he kissed your lips with a sweet voice.
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𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴
pairing || ethan landry x fem!reader
warnings || porn links, ethan geting a blowjob, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, praise kink, anal (that should be it)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY
ethan making you suck his dick
† — "That's it sweet girl, keep sucking my dick like the good girl you are," Ethan said while pushing your head down making you choke on him. "I'm cumming, i'm cumming! Don't stop!" he said, releasing his cum into your mouth. "You did so good for me baby, my good girl,"
riding ethan
† — Bouncing up and down on his length you started to feel a tingling feeling in your tummy, clenching down on his dick indicating that you were close. "Mmh, your doing so good for me, riding my dick. Oh you wanna cum? Well you have been good for me so go ahead, cum,"
ethan fingering you
† — Ethan pressed two of his digits into your sopping wet hole making a squelching noise. "Your so wet for me sweet thing," He said pumping his fingers in and out of you quicker than before determined to make you cum on his fingers.
ethan + praise
† — "Your so perfect sweet girl, all mine," He said, slowly inserting his tip into your pussy, lifting your leg up, allowing his dick to go deeper in you. "Oh, your pussy is so tight, isn't she?" You let out a low hum, too overwhelmed by the pleasure to talk.
ethan eating you out
† — Ethan kissing your inner thighs, you let out a small moan making Ethan moan into your heat while gently carressing your outer labia. "Does that feel good sweet thing?" You nod your head quickly in response "Yeah, yeah it does,"
ethan fucking your ass
† — "Your ass feels so good, so tight and wet just for me," Ethan said while sliding the rest of his length into your asshole. Moving his hips forward at a steady peace while letting out deep grunts and moans from the tightness of your ass.
ethan + breeding
† — "You want my babies? Oh you dirty girl, well if that's what you want then I promise i'm gonna get you so pregnant, tits and belly all swollen, full of my seed," He said, his cum filling your womb with his babies.
milking ethan with your thighs
† — You squeeze your thighs around his length, only making him get closer to his orgasm."Your making me feel so good baby, i'm gonna cum soon if you keep squeezing me with those thighs of yours,"
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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
KINKTOBER ACT I, ethan landry x fem!reader
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“Your fucking muse? You ask. You shove the top photo directly in his face. It’s a picture of you in your underwear as seen through your bedroom window, hands in the process of unhooking your bra.
“What can I say, baby. I told you I’d thought about this for a long time.”
or the one where ethan saves you from a creep after you lock yourself out of your dorm. or so you think.
warnings: not beta’d, smut, stalking, unprotected sex, dub-con, unsolicited pictures
masterlist | taglist | kinktober
Ethan hadn’t noticed you. At first. You’d had at least one class together every semester since freshman year, being in the same major and all, and yet it's taken him until now to take note of you. True, crude, unfiltered, awareness.
Sure, he’d known about you, the same way he knew about all the other girls on campus. He could match a face to a name and hold a casual conversation with you without feeling the need to ask the same three questions that always seem to be on the tip of everyone’s tongue.
But now. Now, he knows you. He knows how you shift in your seat when you get called on to answer a question, despite the fact that you’d raised your hand in the first place, the lavender and mint of your shampoo that he could easily catch a whiff of if he leaned forward in his seat just ever so slightly, the way your skin prickles with goosebumps when you change into your pajamas after a shower–you should really learn to close your blinds, living on the second floor of your dorm complex and all.
Your front door clicks shut before you think to check your pockets for your ID.
“Shit,” you mumble as you jiggle the locked door handle. The only time you ever took it out of the pocket in your phone case was when you were trying to order something from the bookstore online and needed your student ID number, and, of course, you’d forgotten to stuff it back into the damn thing when you’d finished.
“Locked out?” says a barely cognisant male voice from behind you.
“Sorry?” you spit, spinning around in a huff in the wake of your disappointment.
“Did you lock yourself out?” he asks again with a stifled laugh under his tone. You barely recognize the boy, only having stumbled past him once or twice in your haste to get back to your dorm to study. Figures that he’d end up being just across the hall from you. And much cuter up close.
“Yeah, yeah,” you sputter, your immediate anger diffusing into slight annoyance. “Thought my ID was in my wallet, and as soon as I went to double check… you know.”
“Oh, yeah. Sucks when that happens,” he says. “‘S your roommate out?”
The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you have to remind yourself he’s just being polite.
“She’s got class,” you swallow. He nods. You feel the need to elaborate. “O Chem.”
“You’ve got yourself a smarty pants on your hands, huh.” He steps closer and your breath hitches at the back of your throat. “Bet you’re smarter though.”
His mouth quirks as he boxes you in, back nearly pressed to the door of your room. “Oh, uh,” a dry chuckle. “I don’t know about that, she’s a pharmacy major and everything and all I do all day is learn about finances and the economy, so.”
Your neighbor had lost his sweet-boy charm in the few feet he’d breached, his jaw sharper and eyes darker in the fluorescence.
“I’ve really gotta get going-”
“Without your key?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m meeting someone just downstairs and I can always just text my roommate to let me in later-” he cuts you off again.
“I’m sure they can wait for a couple minutes,” he says. His aftershave burns your nostrils.
“Look, I’m already running late-”
A voice you don’t recognize calls your name from down the hall. Your head snaps, alerted to the sound. Squinting your eyes, you try to identify your anonymous hero.
“Hey,” the curly haired boy says as he approaches the two of you. “Are you ready to go yet? I tried texting when I got here, but I never got a response.”
“This is the friend you were waiting on?” the blond guy asks. He pulls his shoulders back, gaining back the inch he’d lost when he’d cornered you in.
“Ethan,” the new boy sticks his hand out to shake the other guy’s hand, only to be met with a scoff as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
“Didn’t mention you were meeting up with your boyfriend,” he sneers.
“First date,” you choke out with a dry throat, hoping that the notion of another guy in the picture would get him to leave you alone, and hating the fact that it was probably going to work. Ethan slides closer to you and you can feel your hands start to shake as the guy shakes his head in disappointment.
“Whatever, man,” he says. He turns and scans into his room, leaving you to exhale a breath you’d been holding in tight.
“He was interesting,” Ethan says, curls bouncing as spins to face you.
Humming, you draw your lips together in a tight line. You watch as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as you thumb the wallet on the back of your phone case, subconsciously counting the cards there only to remember why you’d been stuck out in the hall in the first place.
“Do you have somewhere to be?” he asks.
“Well,” you start. “I was gonna go get some dinner, but with my ID being held hostage in my room…”
Ethan clears his throat before saying, “I, uh- I live on the next floor up if you wanted to hang out in my room until your roommate gets back.”
You’d think after the last guy had tried getting you into his place.
“Yeah, you know what, sure. That’d be nice,” you shrug, offering him a tight lipped smile before he led you toward the open spiral stairwell in the complex that led to all of the floors. As the two of you make your short journey up the flight of stairs, Ethan can’t help but to ramble on about how he’d stumbled upon your predicament for the four minutes it takes to climb the stairs.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, swear to god, but he was just being so creepy, you know. I could hear him growling from the stairs,” he says once you reach the third floor.
“No, I’m totally glad you were eavesdropping,” you laugh. Ethan holds his phone up to the door, unlocking it with the ID shoved into his wallet before holding it open for you to enter before him.
“Chad’s at the Pike party right now, so make yourself comfortable wherever,” he says as he shrugs his zip-up off to toss over his desk chair leaving him in a black t-shirt hugging his biceps in a way that has you swallowing saliva.
“Chad?” you ask.
“My roommate.”
“Ah,” you hum, settling yourself in the middle of the room before Ethan pipes up again.
“The left bed’s mine if you want to sit,” he offers. “Do you want something to drink?”
He’s got a plaid bedspread and probably navy sheets, but you climb up to sit on it nonetheless.
“Sure, what you got?”
He lists off the few sodas they have, the case of Busch, and the single already opened bottle of water that’d been in there since they’d moved in.
“I’ve got a case of seltzer in the fridge under my bed, too, if you want that,” he winces at his options.
It’s a Friday night, what have you got to lose. “I’ll take a seltzer.”
You try to ignore the way the hair on the back of your neck stands up as he moves closer, kneeling beside the bed to dig in the mini fridge stashed there. He comes back up with two cans in hand, extending one out for you to take from him. The can seems to condensate in the heat of your hand as soon as you grab it.
Before you have a chance to pop the tab, Ethan climbs in beside you leaving a little less than a foot of distance between the two of you despite his twin being an XL. His knee bends until it knocks against yours with a soft sorry mumbled out but no attempt to move it. He opens his drink and haphazardly taps the top of it against your own unopened can with a, “Cheers.”
“To?”
“Not being around that creep anymore?” he offers.
Nodding, you open the can and tap it back against his, “Fucking cheers.”
Taking a sip, you wince. Your body had not been prepared for alcohol, and whatever seltzer he had sure tasted like a hell of a lot of it. It’s quiet for a while, the start of various questions and conversations settling on the tip of your tongue as try to quell the awkward silence that’s overtaken you. Ethan’s familiar in a way you’re not entirely sure how to grasp. Something about his presence has the back of your brain buzzing. When the can in your hand is nearly empty, you manage to get words out of your mouth.
“Thanks for the help and everything, and really I mean, thank you, but how the fuck do you know me?” you finally settle on. “I mean you knew my name before you even came over and I just… you know?”
“We have stats together,” he says, stuttering and quirking the end of the statement into more a question than a declaration. Your brain seems to stutter for a second, trying and failing to place him. Until.
“Right! Right, oh my god! You’re the cute guy that sits behind me,” you say seconds before slapping a hand over your mouth.
“Cute?” he asks.
“Unfortunately, very.”
“What’s so unfortunate about my cuteness?” His eyes grow hazier, more lidded. He shifts closer forcing your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. Tipping back the last of your drink, you crush the can out of habit and set it onto his nightstand. The already small counter space is cluttered with various trinkets and electronics before you can find a space to set your drink down. The polaroid camera catches your eye.
“You have a polaroid?” you ask, leaning over further to snatch it off the edge and hold it up to your eye. He offers you a short hum in response. “What do you take pictures of?”
“I’ve got a specific muse,” he replies.
“Care to share?” you ask as you lower the camera from your face only to find him much closer than you expected him to be. Closer than he had been just a moment ago, close enough to smell the cologne stuck to his shirt and see the faded pink of a scar against his jaw. He shakes his head slowly as he removes the camera from your limp fingers and places it back on the nightstand, tossing his own empty can onto the floor beside the bed. The way he leans forward has you leaning back. He leads you to drop your head back onto his pillow and your legs shift until you’re entirely situated beneath him. There’s still space between you, a couple inches at best, as his hands find solace beside your shoulders.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers and you feel your face heat up in response.
“Thank you,” you reply, tongue dry. What was in the air tonight? You’d just been relieved from one guy trying to drag you into his bed only to be pushed into another. Still, with the way your heart was racing, you weren’t sure this situation was entirely the same.
“You’re welcome,” he sighs. You can feel the way his hand twitches and flexes at your side.
You’re not sure who makes the first move after that. One moment you’re laying there, noses nearly touching as his breath fans over your face, and the next his lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth. The hand that had been fluttering at your side now pressed hard into your waist, thumb pushing up the fabric of your top until it met bare skin.
His name is hazy in your head. You barely conjure it up, having to filter through a couple variations of Edward and Eric and Elliot before you manage out a weak gasp of, “Ethan” against his lips.
His hand continues to push up until your shirt has been bunched up at your chest. He pulled back just enough to be able to look at his handiwork. Your heaved as the edges of his fingers worked up under the wire of your bra. The chill of his hand left goosebumps in its wake.
Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion as he lifts you just enough to get your shirt up over your head and to unclasp the back of your bra, leaving you bare beneath him. Not for long, though, as he sits up fully and reaches up to tug his own shirt over his head seconds after he’s got yours tossed down to the floor.
“God, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he groans, palms flat against your ribs.
“You think about me?” you ask, head quirked to the side as you try not to trace his abs with your tongue. Who knew the cute nerd in your stats class had all of this going on for him.
“All the fucking time,” he says. It’s a comment that should have you running for the hills, logically, coming from a guy you barely know. A guy you don’t know. But he’s already got you half-dressed and in his bed and you can’t bring yourself to pull away.
You hook your fingers into the hem of his sweats only for him to cover them with his own as you tug them down his legs. You do your best not to gape at the size of him. God, you think, is there any part of him you don’t want to lick? It takes him a second of shuffling and kicking, but as soon as his pants hit the floor his hands are back on you.
“Condom?” you gasp. His right hand trails down your chest, your stomach, and you think he’s going to stop at the band of your leggings, but it keeps going until you can feel him cupping against your clothed pussy. He nods absentmindedly. Your hips jump as soon as his thumb presses into your clit. Even with the dull pressure, it’s enough to send a shiver up your spine.
“Condom, Ethan, please,” you whine.
“Fuck,” he says as he pulls himself from his daze. “You don’t want me to…”
“No, please,” you whimper. “Want you.”
He throws open the drawer in his nightstand, leaving the contents open as he grabs an unopened box. The box tears–practically in half–and the three rolls land on your stomach.
“Do you want me to get that for you?” you ask with a giggle.
“No, fuck, no. I got it,” he grumbles, tearing a single condom off and pushing the rest onto the pile of clothes you’d conjured together.
“You sure?” His hands are shaking as he finally rips open the package, but they seem to steady once he’s got it rolled down onto his cock.
As soon as he’s got it on, though, he’s ripping your leggings down your legs. His thumb finds your clit again, barely ghosting over it in slow, tight circles as his free hand lines his dick up with your slit.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groans, just barely notching the head. He pushes in slowly, jaw clenched, head dropped against your shoulder until he’s bottomed out. You nearly sob when you feel his pelvis press against yours. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this full in your life. You’re a little surprised he hadn’t ripped you in half, if you’re being honest with yourself.
He bites down on your shoulder as you feel his hips begin to pull back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby, fuck,” he says. Where his thumb had stalled movement–not that you’d been able to really notice–it picks back up again, harder this time. Your eyes roll back in your head as Ethan’s mumblings pick up. So pretty, so perfect, better than I had imagined.
He’s already pulsing inside of you, twitching against your walls as he begins to pick up speed. His teeth nip at the sides of your neck, likely leaving marks you’ll have a hell of a time explaining to your roommate later, and his tongue laves at your pulse point.
Heat begins to build in your belly. It’s faster than you expected, a symptom of the alcohol, you think.
“Ethan,” you whimper.
“Yeah, baby?” he asks, eyes screwed tight as his pace begins to stutter.
“I’m so close.”
“Already? ‘Ve just started with you,” he sighs as if he wasn’t about to break skin on your neck.
“Please, please, I’m so close,” you beg.
“Oh, god,” he seethes. “I’m gonna cum.”
You bring a hand up to brush his curls away from his forehead and a bead of sweat drips down the side of his face.
“I want you to cum first,” he says. “Before I- before I do.”
With the way he’s working, you don’t think you’ve got much of a choice. Nodding, you bring your hand down to rest at the back of his neck, tugging his face down so that your lips met. You don’t even have time to warn him before you’re clamping down on him, pussy fluttering as your orgasm washes over you and leaves you hazy. Ethan’s hips stall at one final push in and you can feel the heat of his cum through the latex.
He pulls back, pressing one brief final peck to your lips before he leans back enough to remove his softening cock from you, the both of you wincing as he does so. He mumbles a soft, “I know” as he goes, rolling the condom off and tying the end to toss it in the trashcan beside the nightstand.
With an elongated sigh, he drops himself onto the bed beside you leaving you to shiver in the new chill hitting your bare skin.
You’re not even trying to snoop as you look around at his nightstand, eyes naturally gliding over the still open drawer of junk when the stack of pictures shoved in the corner catch your eye. It takes a second to really see what it is as the polaroids are covered in a thick translucent goop, but you can’t help but pick them up when it clicks in your brain.
“What the fuck are these?” you gasp, holding them up enough for Ethan to look at them.
“What?” he asks, still loopy from his orgasm.
“Your fucking muse? You ask. You shove the top photo directly in his face. It’s a picture of you in your underwear as seen through your bedroom window, hands in the process of unhooking your bra.
“What can I say, baby. I told you I’d thought about this for a long time.”
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“i’m a man now”
ethan landry x fem!reader (reader in her 20s)
warnings: age gap (ethan is 18, reader is in her 20s), power dynamics, mommy kink, no sex
a/n: based on this tiktok that awakened something in me
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ethan usually hangs out at your place now, ever since you moved out he would just invite himself over. he even has some clothes there, and his parents trust you so much that they would even let you know that he’s coming over. so when you get home to find quinn, tara, chad, and mindy there on ethan’s birthday, along boxes of pizza and several cans of beer, you’re not too surprised. of course he was gonna celebrate it here, and you have to apologize to him too because the game console you ordered for him isn’t arriving today.
sam is hurriedly pulling them out now, turning to you with an exasperated smile. “hey y/n,” she greets, “just taking these kids home.”
“drive safe!” you wave at them as you lock the door behind you, now thinking about how you’re sure you’re gonna take care of your own drunk little ethan. you find him seated on the couch, his temple resting on his fist as he leans on the side of it, watching you.
“had a fun party?” you ask, plopping down next to him.
he doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. he leans closer, and you know that he’ll start to get all cuddly, like he always is whenever he’s drunk.
but before you can process it, you feel his lips on yours. they’re soft and inexperienced, but when you don’t move, ethan moves closer and kisses you more, now getting your lips to open against him. you hear him groan, feeling your lips wet from his saliva.
“ethan,” you pull away from him, still in shock. this boy just…kissed you. the same one you babysat all those years ago. if you remember even further back, you also remember playing with him before you hit your teenage years.
he smiles at you dreamily, licking his lips, “i’ve wanted to do that since i was 13.” he gaze moves to your lips, and before he can dive back in, you stand up.
“no,” you tell him, “you’re drunk. get some rest and we’ll talk about this in the morning.”
strong hands grab your waist, making you stand between his thighs. the look ethan gives you is almost sinful…lustful. he’s so tall and even in this position, with you standing in front of him, he only needs to tilt his head back a little. “i didn’t drink anything,” he whispers. hot, heavy breaths making your nipples pebbles underneath your shirt. his hands now fly to your tits, groping them.
“fuck,” you close your eyes, trying not to moan as his thumbs graze your nipples.
“fuck,” ethan inhales, pupils dilated that his eyes almost look completely black, before he stands up and grabs you into a kiss.
your surprised gasp gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.
ethan moans when his tongue touches yours, flicking around your mouth desperately. he ruts his hardened cock against your stomach, and you moan at the feel of his jeans and his bulge against you. knowing that he’s so tall his cock is grinding against your tummy.
he slips his hands under your shirt, moaning into your mouth when he feels your tits. he breaks away from you.
“i wanna suck on your tits, momma,” ethan whispers, “will you let me suck on your titties?”
your hand cups his bulge, and he whimpers into your mouth.
“let’s go to the bedroom,” you tell him, “and you can suck on my tits all your like.”
his cock twitches against your hand and he pulls you towards the bedroom.
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ik im gonna get flamed for this hence why i used this account i havent opened in forever lol
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obsessed ( simon says… ) — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : scream maybe you shouldn’t have picked up that call, or chose to play that game. but there’s no backing out now, even if ethan’s requests…escalate.
contents : knife play. making out (ofc). dub con. sexual ‘simon says’ game. possessive ethan. wc 3.2k.
pt one pt two pt three
“simon says…touch your knees.” ghostface—ethan—says through the phone.
you scoff, bending slightly down to touch your knee. “both of them. put me on speaker.”
you do as he says, resting your phone on the kitchen bench. to a neighbour you probably looked stupid, touching your knees in your kitchen.
“how many rounds?” you ask, awaiting his next request.
“until i get bored.” ghostface answers, as you clench your teeth. “simon says, take off your jacket.”
you remove your jacket, resting it beside your phone, as you lean against the counter. “i’m going to easily win this, ethan.”
“i wouldn’t be so sure.” he chuckles. “simon says, tie your hair up—in a ponytail.”
you shake your head in confusion, but do so, wrapping your hair tie around your hair. “you're gonna get bored easily.”
“will i?” he probes. “simon says, turn off the lights.”
you narrow your eyes.
“chickening out?”
you scoff, turning to the large light-switch, flicking down. you get enveloped in darkness, with the exception of the moon shining outside. “good.” Ghostface speaks as you walk back to your phone.
“simon says, grab a knife.”
you halt. “what?”
“simon says. grab. a. knife” ghostface repeats. you gulp. ethan said he didn’t want to kill you. god, he wasn’t gonna make you kill yourself…was he? you wouldn’t do it, obviously. but still, it’s hard to think of Ethan as someone so sadistic.
you walk to your knife block, picking out a reasonably large one. you spare a chuckle. “are we going to spar?”
“i’m not in your apartment.” he responds. “yet.”
you suck in a breath. “alright, next request.” you're feeling stupidly assured. and you’ll soon realise how stupid your assurance is.
“simon says, go to your room.”
you grab your phone as you make your way through your dark house. “you’re not in there…are you?”
“wow, you really don’t listen to a word i say.” ghostface says, as you reach your doorway, you reach to flick the light switch when he stops you. “keep it off.”
it’s probably better this way. easier to imagine that this isn’t happening at all. you walk further in. “shut the door.”
you continue, ignoring his request. “simon says, shut the door.” ghostface reiterates impatiently. you hold back a smirk as you rere back to shut your bedroom door.
“this is a game, ethan. not just you ordering me around.”
“mm,” ghostface hums slowly. “simon says,” he bites out. “sit on your bed, facing the door.”
you hold down your questions of confusion, as you slowly take a seat, rubbing your hands down your jeans, as you keep the knife placed beside you. “ethan, what's the point of this—”
“feel free to back out. but that means you don’t win.” you knew he was baiting you, manipulating you, but you needed to win. you sit straighter, trying to appear more confident. you had to have the group's own knowledge of ethan, before he hurt any of them.
“next request.”
ethan is smirking on the other line, excited for what was to come next. you were just so committed to helping your friends, such an admirable quality. but how far would you go for them?
“simon says…take off your shirt.”
there's a moment of silence as a thought you stupidly hadn’t thought of hits you. it was idiotic to think ethan wouldn’t use this game to his advantage. he had kissed you—three times now. you take a breath, before lifting the hem of your loose top. you hear a small, almost inaudible intake of breath on the other line. you're still in your bra, of course. it’s like you're wearing a bikini top…just more lacy, you think to yourself.
“alright—”
“take off your bra.” ghostface—ethan—cuts in.
you tilt your head. “what was that?”
you can hear him growl in irritation. “simon says; take off your bra.”
“i feel like there should be a request limit. you could carry this on forever. it's a little unfair.” you tease the clip of your bra, popping it, but keeping the cups to your chest.
you hear ethan scoff on the other line. “fine. i get 20.”
“20?” you raise a brow. “i’d say more like 7. you’ve already used a few.”
“jeezus christ.” ghostface groans. then it hits you. why was ethan so eager for you to remove your bra? he can’t…see you. you gaze around your room, looking for security cameras. you stop on one directly above your bedroom door. you narrow your eyes at it, and you catch ethan chuckling.
“yes, i can see you, y/n.”
you straighten, cursing yourself for not seeing the obvious. of course he was watching you.
“i’ll settle for 15.” ghostface says. you look away from the camera, mulling it over. “fine, 15 requests, but you’ve already used some.” you hum, counting in your head. “about 9. you have 6 left.”
ethan clenches his jaw in slight annoyance but answers anyway. “fine, 6.”
you feel satisfied, confidence filling you again. you can get through 6. “you haven’t completed my 9th request.” ghostface says, making you glance down at your still covered chest. you harshly breath, cursing under your breath, and ignoring the way your lower stomach heats up.
you slowly drop your bra, trying not to curl into yourself. “your 10th?” you quickly ask.
there's a moment of silence on ethan’s end, as you assume he’s just watching you. “ethan?”
“so impatient.” ghostface breathes. “simon says…touch you breasts—play with your nipples.”
“i feel like that could be two requests.”
“no it fucking isn’t— touch yourself.” the impatience in his dark voice has you reaching for your breasts. you ignored the pull of your morals, telling you how wrong this was. this was to help your friends.
you squeeze your breasts, the cold air having made your nipples turn hard. you brush your thumbs over your peaks, trying to swallow the shudder. you can hear heavy breathing on the other line, as you pinched your nipples, rolling them between your fingers. pleasure shocks shoot through you, but you do your best to ignore the want to relax onto your bed. you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, or that view. though you're sure the view is nice enough as is.
you then lower your hands, away from your tits, and hear him groan. “11th?” you breathe, trying to hide your growing breathy tone. christ. the heat had spread through you, pooling down into your panties. you gulp.
ethan’s breath’s are heavy on the other line as excitement courses through him. “widen your legs, touch yourself inside your jeans.” then he quickly corrects himself, gulping. “simon says…do that.”
you hold back a scoff, as you drag your hand down to the zipper of your jeans. “slowly.” ghostface warns.
you slow your movements, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down. you widen your legs, as you support yourself back with one of your hands, the other sinking into your panties. “simon says—tell me how wet you are…and why.”
you suck in a breath. this was the last thing you wanted to reveal to him. “be honest.” you can hear ghostface—ethan—shift over the phone. his tone is still modulated but way more breathy. you gulp down your pride and speak.
“i’m s-soaking.” your finger grazes across your clit.
“through your panties?”
you nod in response and ethan growls. “why?”
you had to say it. “because of…” you gulp. “because of you.” you're rubbing your clit now, as your pleasure begins to override your pride and morals.
you hear a breathy choke followed by a gulp. “what about me?”
“that's— more than your request.”
ethan has to hold back from marching into your apartment, grabbing your throat, and finishing you off himself. orgasm wise, not death. soon; he thinks to himself as he palms his dick through his jeans.
“simon says, finger yourself. insert two pretty fingers.”
your pussy is weeping and you're scolding yourself for it. you shouldn’t be turned on by a fucked up version of a children’s game, especially when its controlled by a killer. this situation was a mess, and you hated that you were soon becoming one too.
you pass your clit to insert two fingers, making your hips shudder against your duvet. you bite your lip to hold back moans, as you begin to finger yourself, your legs spreading wider for better access.
“fuck,” ghostface whimpers, as your head lolls back a second before you try to recompose yourself. “s-simon says, taste yourself.”
you hold back a whine as you remove your fingers, your body feeling empty. you raise your hand, to see your two fingers glistening in your arousal. “lick them.” he demands. you raise your fingers to your mouth and wrap your lips around them, by your knuckle. you suck and use your tongue to remove your wetness.
ethan is falling apart on his end of the line, as he watches your eyes slightly roll. you're trying to stay as composed as you can be, and watching you slowly crack has made ethan’s dick needy.
“last re-request.” you stutter out, as you remove your wet fingers.
there’s a pause, the air feeling incredibly tense.
then… “simon says…open the door.”
you freeze, staring at the wood, closed and now eerie. shit. ethan was right outside… wasn’t he? you had thought about him coming to your apartment after…all that. but that doesn’t mean you're anymore prepared.
you look at your phone to see that he’s hung up. you stand, looking at the knife. you grab it, taking a breath, and ignoring the pressure of an unfinished orgasm between your legs. you hesitate, all the possible; good and bad; swirling around in your head.
then it’s immediate…
ethan is opening the door, grabbing your jaw and wrists, pushing the knife away from him while also pulling you towards him. you stumble, your naked breasts hitting his clothed chest. you hiss as your nipples graze against the material. ethan is holding your cheeks between his fingers as he shuts the door behind him with his foot. he’s holding your wrist with the knife in your hand out to the side, his grip strong and unwavering.
“don’t tell me you were about to stab me?” ethan mocks, tilting your chin higher up to meet his gaze.
the moonlit atmosphere is making him look almost ethereal, if it weren’t for the crazed look in his eyes. he pushes you closer to your bed, making the back of your legs hit against it. he presses himself into you, as he gets the knife out of your grip.
“why did you ask me to get a knife if you didn’t expect me to use it?” you ask, as ethan stares down at your tits. he shoves you onto the bed, before hovering over your body.
“when i asked you to grab a knife i didn’t have harm in mind.” ethan hums as he brushes the flat side of the knife across your cheek, the cool metal making your shiver. he then leans closer, shifting the knife to reach one of your breasts. you stiffen. you should feel scared and you do, but not as much as you should. another feeling is creeping up on you fast, the burn between your legs still extremely prominent.
“e-ethan” you gulp as you feel the cool metal brush across your nipple. you unintentionally arch as a whimper leaves your mouth. ethan grins as he breathes across your lips.
“you don’t know how hard it was to stay put as I watched you touch yourself.” ethan darts his tongue out to lick your bottom lip as you whimper against the playing knife. “i wanted my hands to be feeling you, licking your taste of my own fingers.”
you shudder, as ethan moves down to wrap his mouth around your free nipple. the contrasting temperatures make your eyes roll.
“you looked so edible doing what you were told.”
“i-it was a game.”
“that you played very well.” he praised, as he licked your nipple. you jolt, your back arching off the bed.
“i thought you’d be more difficult, since you never seem to listen to me.” ethan speaks to your skin. “but look how obedient you are right now.”
“i’m not, your just— oh.” you moan ethan bites your nipple. pain an pleasure shoot through you.
“i’m sorry i didn’t quite catch that.”
“you mother—” you cut yourself off as the knife grazes your throat. still in use of the flat side, but the sharp edge is still seen as a threat to you. you gulp, as ethan notices your nearly fearful eyes.
he reaches your face again, looking down at you as he brings the knife away. his elbows are by your head as he cages you in. your breathing is rapid, and your body is on fire.
“your scared of me?”
“no I’m not.”
“just a little bit.” ethan says softly. He then kisses your lips, a gentle brush, making your head spin. “i’d never hurt you. you know that right?”
you focus on ethan’s eyes as he watches you. he then leans down to your ear, his hand reaching down to the top of your jeans. “i only want you to be writhing in pleasure, y/n.”
ethan then pulls down your jeans. over much better morals you slightly raise your hips. ethan smiles, as he tosses your pants to the side. he’s now kneeled on the bed. your legs between his open ones. he’s looking down at you with a tilt to his head. then he brings the knife into your vision.
you gulp as the metal lowers to your pussy. but ethan only cuts the material if your panties, pulling them away to leave you bare.
ethan then pulls his top over his head. you hadn’t expected Ethan to look so… you hope your not fucking drooling. ethan grins down at you as he unbuckles his belt.
you shudder as it makes a snap at how fast he removed it. he then unbuttons his jeans, but stops to move his legs. he now sits, both feet on the floor as he ushers you over by a head tilt.
ethan grabs your hair, and that’s when you remember you tied it up. ethan asked you to tie it up.
he pulls you to the floor as you fall to your knees. “fuck.” ethan breathes as you look up at him.
“you were prepared.” you say, talking about your hairstyle.
ethan smirks. “i’m always prepared. though, the bigger question, is are you?”
ethan pulls his cock out of his pants, as it stands tall and proud. you gulp, wide eyes staring. ethan’s hand tightens around your ponytail at your expression. “you don’t know how long I wanted you like this.” he hisses out. then he brings you closer, your mouth millimetres from where he needs.
your breath hits the tip of his cock, as his breathing shudders. “christ.” he moans as you finally wrap your lips around him. so delicate at first, just kitten licking the pre-cum off. ethan’s hips buck up desperately. And you finally sink down onto him. your cheeks hollowing out.
“oh— fuck.” ethan moans as you begin to bob your head up and down. ethan’s hold around your ponytail tightens and loosens depending on the pleasure that wracks through his body.
“god, look at you. drooling all over my c-cock. Shit.” ethan gulps. “you look so fucking pretty, so pretty.” he whines out as your pace picks up.
you then deep throat him, gagging around his head. ethan’s mouth hangs open in pleasure as sweat glistens his forehead. “how are you— fuck— how are you so good at this?” ethan musters, through his pathetic moans.
then a blinding pleasure shoots through him, as he thrusts his hips into you.
breathing hard you lean back, swallowing and wiping your bottom lip. ethan feels dazed as he stares at you. shit, he’d never orgasmed so hard.
he reaches forward to wipe away a spot you missed. you then grab his finger with your teeth, sucking his cum off. “y/n—“ ethan chokes out.
ethan then swiftly grabs your chin, pulling you up to stand as he swings you back onto the bed, underneath him. he crawls atop of you, his pants now gone, as he rips a condom packet between his teeth. rolling it onto his dick, he grabs your thighs, pulling you closer.
he’s directly in front of your lips when he speaks. “where did you learn that?”
you gulp. “you’re a little too good with your mouth.” ethan speaks, each letter hitting your lips. “can you show me again—what you did with you tongue?”
ethan then pushes the tip of his cock into you. you gasp as you grip his shoulders. “h-how?”
ethan leans closer to your mouth. “imagine my tongue is my dick, and show me.” he whispers the last words before he kisses you.
you were rather experienced with giving him head. how many other guys have felt what he felt? he kisses you harder, pushing himself all the way in.
you moan into his mouth, but he stays kissing you, swallowing all the sounds escaping you. “show me.” he says again breaking away for a second.
he wanted to know exactly how skilled you were. he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, as you panted. but you do as ethan says, and lick the tip of ethan’s tongue. ethan has to hold down whimpers as the feeling of you around his dick sends stars into his mind.
you move your tongue to trail down his as you kiss him harder. you keep swirling and circling as ethan tries to not let his eyes roll. he breaks always from your mouth a second to thrust hard into you, making your nails scratch down his shoulder blades.
“fucking hell y/n.” ethan breathes against your open, panting mouth. “you do know what your doing with that tongue. who the fuck else has felt it?”
“w-what?”
“your tongue—who else has felt it?” he speaks harsher as he thrusts into you.
your a mess, a whimpering mess underneath ethan. “tell me.”
“a f-ew guys.” you manage to say in-between thrusts.
“a few guys huh?” ethan hits your g-spot harder, making you writhe underneath him.
“i need names, y/n.” ethan breathes. “fuck.” both your highs are so close.
“i don’t remember— t-them all.”
“or are you just too fucked out to think, right now?” ethan’s pacing has turned somewhat sloppy as his orgasm is at arms reach.
“god, y/n. cause i can’t have boys walking around with an experience of you. they’ve touched you. touched what’s…mine.”
you moan, trying to reach for your orgasm. ethan groans as he feels his cock twitch. “my girl, right?” he breathe-hisses. “my girl—all for me.” he kisses you, just as his high hits, yours not far after.
your both panting as the pleasure slowly falls away in waves.
“shit.” you mutter. either because of how good that felt, or because you’d just fucked a ghostface.
“i—” you gulp. “i won.”
ethan chuckles. “you’d win if you did all of my requests.”
your brows furrow, as heavy breathes still escape you. He leans down to speak to your lips again. “the last one. i told you to open the door.”
“i—” you pause, remembering. you hadn’t opened it. you hesitated and ethan had had to come in instead.
your eyes grow wide as ethan grins. you’d lost. your friends…
“but don’t worry,” ethan begins. “maybe if you ask nicely i might stab them somewhere they can heal.”
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!Scream IV Spoilers!
Smut with Ethan Landry after he gets back from a kill🙈
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethan landry x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vaginal sex, slight nipple play, biting, oral ( m x f ), spanking, begging, slight degradation and mentions of murder and violence. 𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k 𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this in like two hours, so sorry if it sounds rushed. if there’s any warnings i’ve missed or any errors, let me know, hope you enjoy !
as ethan walked back to his dorm, he couldn’t help the stir inside of him. the stir of revenge being fulfilled. he had succeeded in killing anika. he knew that would torture mindy most, but it’d scare the group as one by one he’d kill them. he still felt a little on edge however, all the adrenaline pumping inside him after his second kill.
it put his mind at ease that he knew you were waiting for him in his dorm, thinking he was just returning home from econ. as he got to his dorm door he double checked his hands, checking his clothes and pulling out his phone to check his face to make sure he was clear of blood.
he made sure his phone was on so not disturb to so no one would interrupt you both with the need of anika’s murder. he unlocked the door, walking in and closing it behind him, looking around the living room as he called your name out. you called back from his bedroom, laying on his bed as he walked in, dropping his bag to the floor, the ghostface costume and knife still stained with blood inside, making it think from the weight of it.
he flopped straight on top of you, face immediately in your neck, kissing your soft skin as you squirmed and giggled beneath him. your right hand ran through his curls your other wrapping around his large shoulders, holding him closer to you.
“what’s gotten into you?” you laughed out, his curls tickling under your jaw as he nibbled at your skin a little, the sharp pinch of his teeth, making your body heat up.
“stupid, fucking econ.” he breathed out, his cold hands, pushing up your tank top from your hips as he gripped them. “oh, you forgot your notes.” he paused. looking over to his desk, where his notes lay over the table, forgetting to hide them away before he left, as if he’d taken them with him.
he gulped, feigning annoyance before turning to you again.
“yeah, i know.” he answered. you took note of his heavy breathing, the fast inhales of air, audibly breathing out of his nose as his eyes darkened. he seemed angry, and there was only one thing that could calm him down. you. you took initiative, leaning upwards, capturing his lips between yours as he moaned loudly in content.
the kiss grew hot fast as he rushed to get you both naked as fast as possible. your tank top was tugged up, your tits bouncing before his eyes as he looked at you, hungry. his lips attached to your nipple, sucking on it gently as you sighed out in pleasure.
his thumb twisted the other, flicking it between his fingers. your cunt grew wetter as a jolt of excitement ran down your spine, squealing lightly as ethan let his teeth graze your nipple, sucking it lightly to ease the pain. he looked up at you through his curls, pulling away from the peak, smirking, a thin trail of spit connecting from the bud to his lower lip, breaking as moved down your stomach.
he stood up at the end of his bed, pulling of his shirt, his eyes watching you as he unclasped his belt, undid his jeans and pushed them off. you watched his thick cock, throb in his boxers before he pushed them off too, wasting no time to pounce on top of you.
he pushed your thighs apart, kneeling between as he pulled of your shorts by the waistband. he watched as your hole clenched around nothing, waiting for his thick, wet tongue as he leaned down sucking your clit into his mouth. you sobbed out in delight as his tongue flicked your nub, the sounds of his tongue licking up and down your slit, shaking his head slightly, as he ate you out messily, reaching your ears.
your thighs clamped around his head, as you leaked out into his tongue. squirming upwards on the bed, his hands pushed your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them as he pulled you down, closer onto his younger as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.
curling it inside you, he let his teeth graze your clit, that warm feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you setting inside your stomach. the noises of him slurping your juices into his mouth, sent you over the edge, cumming all over his tongue and clenching around the muscle as your back arched up off the bed.
you yelled as he pushed your thighs of his shoulders, twisting your body to lay you on your stomach as he pulled you hips up, level with his. overstimulated, from your orgasm only seconds ago, your body shook as he pushed the top of his cock, slapping it on your clit as he teased your hole, pushing in and stretching you out before leaving again.
you squeezed your eyes closed as he pushed in, ethan letting out a loud groan as he looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of you as he pulled back, repeating his movements. you made whiny, meek noises at his slow movements, pushing your hips back, urging him to drive deeper.
a harsh slap to your left ass cheek has you crying out in ecstasy as he finally started to thrust faster. the erotic sounds of his hips slamming into yours, loud. you moaned loudly, your body buzzing with thrill as you felt the need to cum again. begs and whines of ‘please’ and ‘ethan’ left your mouth in desperation, as his hand came down on the opposite cheek, spanking you again.
he dropped down, leaning over your shoulder, as he rutted into you, his tip prodding your g-spot as he grunted into your ears.
“beg for me baby, like the little slut you are, tell me what you want?” he uttered. tears lined your eyes, as you tried to hold your orgasm off. “i want to cum!” you called out as you squeezed around his length. he could feel his sack tighten, as it slapped against your sticky clit, feeling the need to cum himself.
“cum.” he demanded. “cum for me.” you screamed in pleasure, deep, intense, thrusts carrying you through your orgasm as his cock twitched inside of you. warm, white cum, spewed from his tip as he whimpered. his body dropped down, the small bed leaving his arm laying across your back, your body tired but feeling heavenly.
neither of you said a thing, laying in a peaceful silence, until your phone rang, both your heads shooting up as ethan picked it up from his bedside table, chad was calling.
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MAROON— ETHAN LANDRY
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pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ content, smut, dirty talk?, masturabting, riding, male/ fem receiving.
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Ethan sat at his desk surrounded by many books and notes . His room was silent except for the sound of his pen scratching his paper. He stared intensely at the blank sheet in front of him , trying his hardest to focus, though his eyes had a hint of frustration in his eyes. He sighs, irritated, taking deep breaths every now in, then to get his mind to just stop, stop thinking of the beautiful girl he is so lucky to call his girlfriend.
He had been sitting at his desk since five twenty-five. It's now a quarter to eleven, and his mind can't stop wandering to a couple of nights ago. when he had his girl, y/n, under him as he thrusted in and out of her in different positions, as she wailed his name.
He threw his head back , angrily, and frustraidetly rubbing his face. That's when his words from many nights ago came back to him
"i'll keep these with me for now.." he whispered , with a raspy voice, in y/n's ear. putting her lacy maroon panties in his sock drawer.
He quickly makes his way to his drawer and grabs the pair of underwear from that night. His pants seem to tighten at the sight, and his breath hitches at the feeling. Without taking his eyes off his girlfriends piece of clothing, he lays onto his bed.
He could use a small break , he thinks before unzipping his jeans and pulls his throbbing dick out of his boxers. He sighs of relief feeling the brisk air hit his cock.
Ethan grips his dick , rubbing his thumb along the tip , making his hold on y/ns thong tighten.
While he was sexually fantising about her, she actually made her way to his dorm. She was hanging out with Tara when she and Sam got into an argument over something.. Only siblings understood. Considering it was a Saturday night , she had nothing else to do, and she was missing her boyfriend. she decided to surprise him. Little did she know she'd be the one who'd be getting surprised that night.
She arrived in front of his door, knocking slowly just in case he was awake. She waited a moment staring at the small white board that had 'Chad and Ethans Casa' written in dry erase marker. she waited another small moment before she heard a weird noise. Her face scrunched , "Ethan..?" she said, opening the door knob , which she thought wasn't exactly safe, but that quickly faded away as she opened the door slowly. The noise was more understandable and recognizing..
She shut the door quietly as she took small and slow steps, making her way to Ethan's bedroom door. She leaned her ear onto the door.
"F-fuck..y/n!"
She quickly took a step back in shock, but also trying not to laugh a bit.
While ethan continued thrusting his own dick and in cloud 9 , Y/n opened the door slowly, seeing the boy on his bed , head thrown back and cock in hand while her favorite thong was in his other hand. Suddenly, those thoughts came back, and she felt herself getting wetter just watching him.
"Need help with that..?" Ethan quickly stopped sitting up , seeing his girl standing in the doorway shaking her head and smirking. "Y- Y/n, what are you- I didn't know you were coming?" he said, embarrassed.
"No... but it sure looked like you were," she said, walking closer to him.
"I just– I was frustrated with school and I–"
"–needed my help..?" she whispered, reaching his bed and running her hand through his hair, staring at his lips as he looked up at her innocently and hopelessly.
"Trust me...I'll help you..." her voice was so soft , it made Ethan hard again.
She stepped back, removing every piece of clothing she had on , standing, the infront of Ethan, completely naked. She teasingly played with one of her nimples, making him whimper.
She pushed his back against the headboards, "Take off your shirt , pretty boy.."
He gulps and does as he's told, while she takes off his pants and boxers from where they hung off his thighs.
She slowly placed each of her legs on each side of his waist as her hole hovered over his pre-cum covered cock. Her hands on his shoulders and his around his waist just itching for her to around his cock.
She places her soft lips on his slightly chap. Biting his lower lip , and once he opens his mouth, she slips her tongue in making him moan. After a few minutes of making out, "You want this pussy don't you?" she whispers in his ear, "Y-Yes.." He groans impatiently. "You'll get it, think of it as me repaying you for a couple of nights ago.." she pulls away from his ear lower herself on him , they both throw their heads back in ecstasy.
"fuckk.." Ethan stretches out
Y/n bit her lip feeling Ethan fill her cunt perfectly, as she rolls her hips against his. Her breathes were softer , while his were rougher and heavier.
She writhes against his cock, moaning his name. His breath hitched seeing you bounce on his lap and hearing the sounds of your moans and skin clapping. He felt himself at his high and so did she. "F-feel good..?" she says, breathing a but heavier . He nods quickly, "S-so g-good— oh shit!"
When he noticed you were getting tired and sloppier, he lay down fully, taking control as he thrusted his hips up and into you.
"Oh god! Ethan– Fuck just like that baby!" she whined. Hearing her cries he went faster helping both her and him finally reach their orgasm.
"Oh fuc– augh... ha.." Ethan groans as he finally cums..Y/n falls against Ethan chest.
"Shit, that felt better than my hand," he laughs breathlessly. He looks down at the girl who is catching her breath and grabs her chin, kissing her gently. "Can I have your other pair of underwear?" he asks, smiling. Y/n only rolls her eyes, smacking his shoulder playfully.
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sleepover
18+ MDNI, i have no energy to say what's in here. it's smut. read it or don't 😻
"please stay" you whined
"but baby, i have to go back. chad and i have to leave early in the morning" he said
"just cancel for me please, chad will understand" you said while tears filled your eyes
ethan knew that chad wouldn't care and that's why he felt so bad, but chad will understand. besides it's just the gym, doesn't matter if he misses.
"i'll stay" he said
"yay, thank you baby" you said while sliding into his lap
"i have to call him and tell him" he said
ethan picked up his phone and dialed chad.
"hey ethan" chad said while breathing heavily
"uh hey, are you good?" ethan asked with a grossed out look on his face
"um yeah bro, kinda called at a bad time. what's up?" chad said
"yeah i have to cancel for the gym tomorrow" ethan responded
"thank goodness, i was going to have to cancel anyways. especially after tonight" he said
in the background ethan heard just one too many moans of the girl chad was with.
"imma let you go chad" ethan said
the call clicked off with chad not even saying bye.
"okay so chad doesn't care" ethan said
"that's wonderful baby" you said happily
you start kissing ethan while straddling his lap, his hand travels up your back while kissing and he successfully unhooks your bra with one hand.
"holy shit ethan, when did you learn that?" you asked through your kisses
"oh i don't know" he smiled
he takes your shirt off and your bra comes off with it, he grabs one boob and suckles on the other.
you throw your head back with a loud moan, "fuck ethan"
you could feel his smiles on your skin
he settled his hands onto your hips while slightly pushing you down onto his hard cock
"fuck ethan" you moaned
he slides his pants down and pulls your underwear to the side and slides his cock in slowly
"fuck y/n, so tight" he cooed
his words made you wetter than an ocean, you were dumbed out by the d
you bounce on his cock while your boobs flail around
he grabs a boob and starts to suck on your nipple again making you go crazy
your bouncing became more rapid and his thrusts became sloppier
the melody of y'all's moans and the smell of sweat and cologne overpowered in the room all you two could think about was the orgasm that was about to hit
your orgasm hit first with your legs shaking and your mouth completely open
his orgasm happened shortly after with his hips bucking up and him practically whimpering (🧎♀️)
"fuck that was so good y/n" he said
you could barely speak you collapsed onto his chest and nodded
"let's get you in the bed" he says
he put you into a big t-shirt he grabbed out of your drawer and pulled the covers back and placed you under them
your body sunk into the bed from where he was sitting since he is a giant (this man is 6'2", FERAL)
he put his sweatpants back on and took off his shirt
he slid into the bed and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer
you placed a kiss on his collarbone because that's the only place you could reach since you were so sore
he wrapped his big arms around you giving you a sense of protection while you dozed off into a good nights sleep
hope y'all enjoyed it!
xo, grace
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I had a thought on a Ethan Landry smut. Do with it as you please.
Obsessed Ethan Landry x Obsessed Reader: The reader is aware of Ethan's obsession with her and that he and his family are Ghostface. The reader acts stupid, but she is just as fixated on Ethan (though not in a murderous way) but hides it really well that nobody knows. The reader finally decides to abduct Ethan during a party or other event, ties him up on her bed, and lets him know about her obsession and his secrets. The cameras he hide in her apartment (which the reader purposefully plays with herself in view to give him a show of course pretend she didn't know), murdered a guy that was hitting on the reader, and etc.
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A/n- it’s been a while since I wrote for Ethan sooo (; hope it’s still good, Ethan’s giving a “I like to dissect girls, did you know I’m utterly insane?” Patrick Bateman vibe
Warnings- voyeurism, masturabation (f), Oral (f), not much smut but I can make a second part if anyone wants
“Hey, Ethan.” You said with a smile, leaning against the doorway.
“Oh, y/n! I didn’t expect you to-“ he jumped slightly, and then scrambled to his drawers to find some clothes, blushing. You’d really caught him in only his boxers.
“I was studying with Chad, and I just wanted to say hi. Sorry- I shoulda knocked.” You said, making your way to his bed and sitting on it.
He put his pants on and a white t-shirt, and sat at his desk chair.
Studying? Yeah right. His tongue was probably just down your throat, he thought. He was jealous over you two studying, if that wasn’t sad… He brushed off those thoughts.
“Yeah- hi, hi.” He laughed “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting..” he scratched the back of his neck.
“What you been up to?” You asked, glancing at his computer on the desk and back to him.
“Uh… nothing. Nothing.” He said. “It’s just econ homework.” He shrugged, and quickly shut his computer.
“Fun.” You snickered.
“Oh yeah, totally.” He said sarcastically.
It was awkwardly quiet for a little.
“You coming to the party tonight?”
“Uh… I mean.. I wasn’t really planning on it, but Chad wanted me to so he’ll probably drag me along.”
“Mm. Got it. So I’ll see you then?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there.” He said with a smile, and you stood up.
“Alright. See you.”
“Yeah, see you.”
He let out a sigh of relief when you left, opening his computer back up.
He clicked on the clip he had saved for later and pushed play. He took his pants back off, then his boxers.
You jumped onto your bed, vibrator in hand. With a small smirk on your face you pulled down your panties, your pants already discarded on the floor.
You switched it on, taking a small glance to the hidden camera. You found it a few weeks ago, but decided to leave it alone.
And you also found out that it was placed by your best friend, Ethan when you both were studying, he went to the bathroom and you snooped on his computer.
You pressed it onto your cunt, making a loud moan, hips bucking off the bed.
“Mmm-“
“Fuck.” He mumbled, he can’t believe he hadn’t seen this clip earlier.
He stumbled on it when he was going through some new footage, and he skimmed through it, but he saved that specific time for later.
“Ethan- fuck-“ you moaned out, Ethan stopped moving his hand up and down his cock, his eyes were wide.
He clicked back on the computer, and he replayed it.
“Ethan-“ so he wasn’t imagining it. He watched the way the words formed on your mouth, the way you said his name so sweetly.
“Shit.” He continued to watch it, stroking his cock even faster now, his balls feeling like they were gonna explode any second now.
He groaned out your name as he spilled his seed onto his hand, hoping to god his dorm mate couldn’t hear.
He threw his head back onto the chair, continuing to listen to your moans.
“Fuck.”
Then he looked back at the clip, he saw you biting your lip so hard, making it bleed. Then he saw you look over.
He narrowed his eyes, and replayed the moment where you looked over.
You seemed to be looking directly at the camera, staring deeply into his eyes through it, as if you knew he would be watching this.
Then he went back to where you moaned his name, to which you did the same thing, looking directly at the camera.
It had to have been a coincidence, right?
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“He’s cute.. come on!” You whined to your friend, trying to convince her.
“Not my type. And are you sure that whole things gonna work out? It seems…”
“It will!”
“Alright, girl. Let me know how it goes, because I see him right there.” She turned you around, he looked around as Chad stood by his side.
“Wait what? Right now?” You whisper yelled as she pushed you.
“Yup. Right now.” She nodded to him with a smile, watching as you went up to them.
“Hey y/n.”
“Hey Chad. Hi Ethan.”
“Hi.”
Chad looked at Ethan, raising eyebrows.
“Well, I’m gonna uh.. go talk to Anthony. Anthony!” Chad yelled, walking away.
“Chad- Chad don’t- ugh.” Ethan tried, groaning.
You laughed quietly. “Guess it’s just you and me.”
“I guess so.”
It was awkward, probably because he was just jerking off to you.
You then grabbed his hand, leading him to a secluded room.
“Y/n, y/n?” He said, confused slightly as you practically dragged him.
You shut the door and faced him.
“Are you okay?” He asked when you grabbed his hands again, he didn’t fight against your grip, and you knew he wouldn’t.
You grabbed a zip tie that you had in your pocket, tying him to the bed frame.
“Y/n, what the hell?!”
You sat on his lap, he looked confused, and he tried to get out of the zip ties.
“I know that you’re ghostface.”
He stopped struggling, and he now looked at you.
“I’m not ghostface. Why does everyone think that?”
You reached to his waistband and pulled out the hidden knife, with a cover over it.
He sighed and looked at the knife you had in your hands. You put it next to you both.
Then you felt something poke you underneath, you furrowed your eyebrows.
“Are you fucking- hard?”
“No!”
“Ethan!”
“You’re sitting like- directly on my dick!” He whined, throwing his head back.
“Whatever. I know you’re ghostface-“
“So what? You’re gonna turn me in?” He spat.
“No. I just wanted to let you know about something.”
“What?”
“I know about the camera. I know about the diary. I know about how you killed that one guy hitting on me.”
His eyes widened, mouth agape slightly.
“You knew this whole time?”
You nodded, and then you didn’t something he never would’ve thought would actually happen.
You bent down, and you captured his lips on yours.
“I knew all about your obsession. You didn’t know about mines. Ethan Landry, I’m fucking crazy in love with you.” You whispered against his lips.
It was his turn to kiss you now, he tried to grab your cheeks but he forgot about his tied hands.
“Can you untie me?” He asked when you both pulled away for air. You laughed quietly, nodding.
“Why’d you tie me in the first place?” He asked, rubbing his now free wrists.
“Because I didn’t want you to go crazy and try to kill me.”
“Oh, I’d never kill you, sweetheart.” He cooed, something about his words seemed so…
He grabbed the knife, and he pinned you onto the bed now.
He took the cover off the knife, running a finger over the blade carefully.
You whimpered when he held it above your throat, it ghosted your skin.
He chuckled at your reaction and smiled, he then took his other hand, running his fingers on your cheeks, and over your lips. He put the knife on the dresser, it served as a warning.
A warning that he could do whatever he wanted to you, a warning that he had the power here, not you.
You opened your mouth when he put his fingers there, his eyes dark and full of lust. You grabbed his wrist while you licked his fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits.
He then took his fingers out your mouth, and he dropped down to your clothed cunt. He quickly took off your shorts, he threw them and your panties somewhere onto the floor.
He lapped at your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. You let out a moan, your hands immediately flying to his hair.
This would definitely be a long night.
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SPARE ME - ETHAN LANDRY 18+
minors DNI!!
You weren’t expecting the main suspect of ghost face to have such good dick…
CONTENT INCLUDES: Smut, P in V sex, blowjob, overstimulation, begging!
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You held the red cup in your hand, mind clouded as a trail of smoke fell from your lips. You wiggled uncomfortably, your tight tank top almost exposing your boobs. "Whoah Y/n, don't want you flashing anyone" Chad laughed, throwing you his hoodie. "I... I don't want it" You turned, facing away from the friend group as your mind fell empty.
You put down the cup, walking over to the bathroom as you felt your stomach churn. You fell on your knees, throwing up into the toilet. "Gross" you mumbled, not noticing Ethan texting away on the side of the room.
"Ew, it's you" you wanted to add on, more throw-up just escaping your stomach as he bent down, pulling your hair up for you. "Let it all out" He sighed, patting your back softly. As much as you two hated each other, he couldn't just let you suffer in your own vomit. "Thanks, ghost face" he rolled his eyes, letting you hover over the bowl to see if you had any more to get out. "I think I'm good" You rubbed your head, gladly taking the water he was handing to you.
"We're bonded now, right? You're not gonna kill me?" "For the hundredth time now Y/n, I'm not Ghostface" you smiled. "That's something Ghostface would say" You stood up, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was fucked but surprisingly your makeup still looked good. "I look hot" You made a kissy face to yourself, Ethan shaking his head.
"You would be hotter if you weren't such a bitch" "Oh so you agree with me?" You smirked, chugging the rest of the water he had given you. "Yeah, I guess" He was only admitting to it since you were drunk and he knew you were just playing around. But he had developed a massive crush on you throughout the last few months. When you would all get together at your dorm he did everything he could to annoy you, getting to see your smirk every time he did something stupid made him melt.
"I think you're pretty cute too" You twirled pieces of his hair between your fingers. "Too bad you're a loser, it would mess with my reputation" You combed his hair back with your fingers, Ethan frozen as you touched him. He pulled his hands off his sides, placing them gently on your waist as you played with his hair.
"Ethan, honestly" You stopped your words, feeling something hard poke your thigh, his eyes closed as he mumbled quiet words. "Ethan?" You looked down, his hard erection poking through his jeans. "Oh..." "Y/n I-" you shushed him, blush on your cheeks before placing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "I make you hard, huh?" Boldness took over you, the small amount of alcohol still in your system helping you out.
"I can help you with that...only if you want of course" Your fingers ran over his dick, placing small kisses on his neck as he nodded slowly. You unbuttoned his pants, sticking your hand inside his boxers as you looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. "I thought you hated me, E" "I could never hate you" his voice was shaky, making a wet spot on your panties as you continued to rub his cock. Your fingers were sticky with his pre-cum, pulling your hand out to suck on them.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it" You sucked on his neck, pulling the skin making sure that it left marks. "Suck it, please Y/n" "Suck what? Hm? Use your words" The conversation got you hot, excited, knowing his knees got weak from just your words made you feel powerful. "Suck my dick, god y/n, please" You kissed him, rubbing faster before pulling your hand away. "What I-" you got on your knees, pulling his boxers all the way down.
His eyes practically burned holes through your head, never taking his eyes off you. He had imagined this one too many times to miss any second of it. Your hands grabbed his warm cock, kitten licking his tip. Your tongue swirled around, slowly pushing in till the tip hit the back of your throat. Your eyes watered, bobbing your head up and down, grabbing onto his base.
You pulled away, a string of spit and pre-cum coming from your lips. You pumped him with your hand, one of them now on your clit, rubbing yourself before sticking the head of his cock back into your mouth. He hissed at the feeling, your warmth around his tip before you licked a bold strip with your tongue, your eyelashes batting up as he looked at you with those cute little brown eyes.
You continued to suck him off, using your hands before he was about to release. "Y/n...please I'm about to..." he whimpered, a string of cuss words falling from his lips. "Uh uh, not yet" your hands pumped faster, Ethan begging for you to let him release. "No Ethan, listen to me" Before you could say anything else his knees gave out, shaking as warm cum shot onto your barley-covered tits. "Ethan.." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" his words jumbled as you continued pumping, sticking his tip back in your mouth.
"Y/n, y/n, please, it hurts" his whines got louder, drowned out by the loud music that was playing outside. “You said you wanted to cum Ethan, don't tell me to stop now, isn't this what you wanted?" You looked up at him with sweet eyes, not stopping, just going faster.
You stopped again, watching him buck his hips into your hand. "So desperate, aren't you?" "Please, please" he gasped, whining as he tried to thrust into your hand. You finally agreed, opening your mouth waiting for his warm jizz to touch your tongue. "Fuck, I.." you got back up, kissing his lips and sharing the cum on your tongue.
He reached into your panties, biting his lip when he felt how wet you were. "I can help you with that" he teased, lifting you up on the counter, your legs spread open before he pumped himself. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, it's only fair" his voice sent shivers down your body as he waited for a response. You just stared, making him place a harsh kiss on your lips, your hips bucking up as he took off your already wet panties.
His hands gripped your thighs, the feeling of his fingertips on your skin turning you on even more. He bunched up the fabric of your mini skirt to your waist, keeping eye contact as he pushed himself into you. "Shit, so tight" You watched as his swollen tip trusted into you, wanting to save the image in your head forever.
He grabbed onto your waist, pinching your skin as he filled you up, a small groan coming from the both of you. “You’re doing so good, taking all of me” Your head rested against the wall, biting your lip at the praise he was giving you.
Your mouth dropped open, meeting Ethan’s eyes as he pushed. Your head was now on his shoulder, grabbing into his hair as his dick slammed into you. Dirty moans came from your lips, Ethan loving every second of it. “shit, shit, god” your moans hiccup as his pace got faster, harder.
He loved that you could take all of him, your wall’s stretching out with every thrust. “Take this off” he tugged the back of your tank top, pulling it off for you. You were pushed back onto the wall, your tits bouncing as he thrust. You felt your eyes start to water as he reached deeper into your pussy, feeling his tip hit your G-spot repeatedly.
“More, more fuck” Your body practically gave out against his shoulder, heavy breathing coming from the both of you. Your legs shook, his pace becoming uneven signaling that he was close to his release. “Cum in me” You barely managed to get it out, feeling his dick against your walls made your brain cloudy, drunk off his cock as his thrusts never stopped.
“don’t stop, please” you whined, Ethan determined to let you finish before he did. You felt a tie in your stomach, your chest rising up as Ethan went faster than before. His hands made their way to your clit, putting pressure on it as your body jolted, desperate to cum. Your legs shook under his body, your cum coating his dick as he slowed down, the feeling of hot liquid shooting up your pussy.
You were both out of breath, Ethan’s lips exploring your neck as he placed small kisses on you. Praising your body like you were a goddess. “Hey, y’all done in there?” Ethan slid his pants back on, throwing you back your tank top. “I’ll keep these” he stuck your panties into his pockets. “Pervert” you rolled your eyes, fixing down your skirt and putting your tank top back on.
You groaned, noticing Ethan’s cum on your top. “What? It looks good” You rolled your eyes, Ethan pulling you in for a harsh kiss. “Hello? I have to piss” You could barely hear Mindy's voice, annoyed at the loss of contact as you went to leave.
“Y/n I- ew! Did y’all fuck?” She groaned, “He’s Ghostface! You just fucked Ghostface! Could you be any more of an idiot?” Ethan’s hands rested on your hips behind you, scoffing at her over-exaggeration. “Well if he is, at least he’ll spare me”
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𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷!𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴
pairing || ethan landry x afab!reader
warnings || mentions of sex toys, ethan being a pervert (obviously), mentions of underwear, ethan having a voice kink, reader has boobs, somnophilia (i think that's it)
word count || 229
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY
† — Perv!Ethan who would definitely steal your underwear and jack off to it later while moaning out your name not caring if anyone heard him. He would also return your underwear, cum all over it and with no shame whatsoever.
† — Perv!Ethan who would get off to your voice like you two would be on call and he would be palming himself through his sweatpants while your completely oblivious as to what's happening behind the screen.
† — Perv!Ethan who would use your pillow and plushies to get off because he says that it "smells like you" and he "likes your scent,"
† — Perv!Ethan who would purposely drop something just so he can have a chance to look up your skirt and he might even snap a picture if he gets the chance too.
† — Perv!Ethan who sneak into your room at night, slowly build a collection of photos of you sleeping until he eventually has a whole stash of them under his bed.
† — Perv!Ethan who would purposely leave out a whole box of sex toys on your bed and when you find them you get super embarrassed and he just silently laughs to himself.
† — Perv!Ethan who at the beach would purposely touch your boobs when you ask him to put sunscreen on you and when you tell him about it he just says it was an "accident,"
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