#ethan scream 6

[rafeysbafey]

also thinking about ethan getting flustered and shy around reader all the time in public (shes literally walking him like a dog that he has to hold onto her waist whenever she walks too fast) but in private its a whole different story.

smut below cut MDNI

"ooh look at that dress!" you gasped, squeezing ethan's hand before leading him into the direction of the store.

you stood in front of the window, trying to decide whether or not it was worth purchasing the piece of clothing.

ethan's hand dropped from yours to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as he waited patiently for you to decide.

"is it cute?" you asked, looking up at him with a curious expression as he stared at you in silence, "ethan?"

"s-sorry, what baby?"

you giggled at his answer, realizing he was busy staring at you then actually paying attention to what you were saying.

"you're so adorable," you smiled, standing on your toes to peck his lips quickly, causing his face to heat up almost immediately.

in front of family, friends, especially in public; ethan was this shy quiet boy who was too busy admiring his girlfriend to really pay attention to anything else, which you found adorable.

but behind closed doors, he was the one in charge.

"fuck, look at you- my little cock slut," he groaned from above you, mesmerized by the way his fat cock would disappear inside your tight hole.

you laid there under him completely powerless, brain foggy and eyes watering from his rough thrusts that seemed to rearrange your insides.

"too fucked out to answer?" he cooed, fake pout on his lips as he started toying with your nipples, causing a whine to drop from your mouth.

"good, just lay there and take this dick."

[bloatedandalone04]

Needy

➪the one where ethan is desperate to get you all to himself. (requested)

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (my specialty), swearing, semi public sex (you fuck on Sam's bed, oops), hair pulling, choking, praise kink, dom ethan

Word Count: 3.9k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

Ethan’s leg hadn’t stopped bouncing for the last half hour, his palm pressed against his face and his elbow leaning on the armrest of the couch. He was bored out of his mind and being so close to you didn’t help his racing thoughts. 

You were sitting beside him on the couch, your eyes glued to the show Anika put on as a way to distract yourself from real life for a bit. Originally you were sitting on Ethan’s lap, but he kept moving and shifting his hips, so you took that as a sign that he wanted you to move, but in reality it was the exact opposite. 

To put it as easy to understand as possible; Ethan was horny. It was as simple as that.

He tried getting your attention, but his advances went unnoticed by you. Instead, he had his jaw clenched, his leg shaking and his whole body tense. 

At his stiff position, you finally took notice of him and furrowed your brows at his tense shoulders. “Hey,” you whisper to him, watching as he turned his head in your direction. “Are you okay?” You place a comforting hand on his arm and despite it being a totally innocent gesture, it only made Ethan’s want for you grow.

He turned his head back to the TV screen, pressing his palm harder against the side of his face as he nodded. “Fine,”

You weren’t convinced and that much was obvious as you inched closer to him, grabbing his arm and lifting it. You situate yourself so you are snuggled into his side and wrap his arm around you, lacing your fingers together when you are comfortable. 

While you were comfortable once again, Ethan was not as he felt another jolt go through him and settle in his lower area. He shifted his hips once, something you didn’t take notice of, before exhaling harshly through his nose. To the others it appeared as if he was watching the show, but in reality he wasn’t paying it any attention as the images of you under him played in his mind. The sounds you only ever made for him, the whimpers and whines were on repeat in his head and it caused his hips to buck upwards without warning.

He, of course, tried to cover it up by shifting and making it seem like he was trying to get into a more comfortable position, but you saw right through him. You leaned up so your face was close to his and he had to refrain from closing the distance and taking you right there in front of everyone. “Seriously, what’s the matter?” You ask, reaching up to push the curls that rested against his forehead to the side, the palm of your hand replacing them as you felt him for his temperature. “You’re really hot.”

No, you’re really hot he held himself back from saying, instead deciding to clear his throat and shake his head. “I don’t feel well,”

Sam, who was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, heard him and looked up at the two of you, her brows furrowing. “You don’t look well,”

He gave her a sarcastic smile as you sat up. “Maybe I should just take him home,”

Yes, please the voice in his head begged. 

But he was quickly disappointed by the shake of Sam’s head. “No, we all need to stay here,” she answered. 

Fuck, someone help me Ethan internally groaned. 

“Just take him into my room,” Sam offered once she noticed the glare Ethan gave her. “Let him lay down for a bit.”

Oh, Sam. 

She probably should’ve let you take him home as the things he was planning on doing to you were nothing short of filthy, and he was going to do them on her bed. 

“Okay, yeah,” you agree, giving her a grateful smile and standing up, your hand holding Ethan’s tightly. “Thanks, Sam.”

Ethan stood up as well, giving the older Carpenter sister a poorly hidden smirk. “Yeah, thanks, Sam,” 

As soon as the space was free, Tara and Chad took your previous places on the couch, sitting nearly as close as you and Ethan were and your smile grew as you knew their relationship was growing steadily. It made you happy, being able to watch as they grew closer together and bonded more and more each day. 

On the way to her room, which was the furthest from the living room and from where everyone was sitting, Ethan’s grip on you never let up. In fact, you were surprised you didn’t feel any bones break from just how tight his hold was. 

Once you are in Sam’s room, you push Ethan towards the bed and walk into the bathroom, wetting a cloth with cold water. From where you stood you could see him in the mirror as he laid down on the bed, kicking a few decorative pillows off as he did so. You shake your head, a small smile on your lips, before wringing out the cloth so it wouldn’t get water everywhere and turning the tap off.

 When you turned the light off and entered her room again, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you came face to face with your boyfriend. “Jesus, Ethan, don’t do that,”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled as he looked down at you, his eyes flickering all over your face. 

You shake your head and swat his hand away when it reaches out to touch your arm. “Here,” you say and reach up, cloth in hand. “I got you a wet cloth for your head. You should go lay back down.”

Before you could place it against his head, his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you halfway. His fingers take the cloth from you and let it fall to the floor, his head shaking afterwards. “I don’t need it,” he murmured, trailing his fingers up your arm until they reached your shoulder. “ I just need you.” 

When his thumb and index pressed gently against the base of your throat and he leaned down, you pulled away just before his lips could capture yours. “I’m not kissing you if you’re sick,”

Ethan only smirked at your words, caressing the side of your face. “I think we both know I’m not really sick.”

You gave him a confused face before looking him up and down, coming to the conclusion that he didn’t appear to be sick at all. “You faked it?” You ask in disbelief, watching as he shrugged with a boyish grin on his lips. “Why?”

The answer came easily. “I had to get you alone somehow,” he said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. “You were driving me crazy out there.”

You furrow your brows. “How? I was just sitting next to you.” 

Ethan rolled his eyes and gave you a pointed look. “No, first you were sitting on me,”

It was then when you finally clued in. You glance down at the now obvious bulge, and question how you had failed to notice all the little signs he usually gives you when he’s in the mood. “Okay, so you got me alone,” you repeat his words, crossing your arms over your chest. “What do you plan on doing now?”

Ethan’s hands gripped the hem of your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. “I think you know exactly what I’m planning on doing now,” at the slight raise of his brow, your eyes widened and you shook your head. 

“Oh, no. Absolutely not,” at the soft shove you give his chest, Ethan lets out a whine. 

“Come on,” he dropped the cool guy act and let his desperation take over. “Sam and Mindy won’t let us leave. We’ve been stuck here with them all day and I’m bored. You can’t tell me you’re not bored, too.” 

You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, making Ethan hold back a groan as he waits for your answer. “Well, yeah, I’m bored, too,” you say and watch as he holds back a smirk. “But we can’t…do that here. This is Sam’s room and the others are right down the hall.”

“We’ll be quiet, we’ve done it before,” he says, referring to when he fucked you back in his room on the night he told Chad he wouldn’t be home and had to skip out on guys night to ‘study’. “It’ll be just like before.”

��No, it won’t,” you press, already feeling yourself beginning to give in. “That was just Chad, not a whole house full of people.”

Ethan rolled his eyes at that. “Five people is not a whole house,”

“But…. this is Sam’s room,” you repeat your previous excuse as you didn’t have anymore to give out.

“And she’ll never know,” he assured you, bringing his thumb up to tug on your bottom lip. “Are you done?”

At that, your shoulders drop as you give in, pressing your body against his as you lean up, connecting your lips in a heated kiss. At the feeling Ethan had been craving all day finally being given to him, he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His hands fall from your face and grip the back of your thighs, and at the slight tug you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. 

He makes the short walk back to the bed, Sam’s bed - to be exact, and drops you on it, making your lips disconnect for a brief moment. Only a second passed before he was hovering over you and pressing your lips together again, his hands gripping your waist tightly. 

“We’ll have to be quick,” you mumbled in between kisses, your hands pulling at the dark shirt he was wearing. 

Ethan hummed in agreement, his fingers tugging at your jeans. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he smirked against your mouth and you rolled your eyes as you pulled away. 

“Are you forgetting the fact that you initiated this?” You ask and turn your head when Ethan begins placing kisses against the skin of your neck, granting him better access. 

“No,” he answered, sitting up on his knees and pulling away from you completely to tug off the henley. “But we both know how loud you can get.”

Your face heats up and you’re unsure of the cause. Was it his words? The view of his bare chest? Or was it because of the feather light touch of his hands on your knees?

Whatever it was, you allowed it to warm your body completely, a heat ghosting over every inch of you as you watched him pull your shirt up enough to see the button and zipper of your jeans. He leans down to place hot kisses against the skin of your abdomen, tracing his tongue along each mark he created. 

Knowing that time was limited, and considering he has been thinking about this pretty much all day, he didn’t bother teasing you too much and popped open the button of your jeans before unzipping them and sliding them down your legs.

The only light that was on was the one on Sam’s dresser, which was by the wall furthest from the bed, so you couldn’t see much other than Ethan. Even then, you could still see the want and desperation in his eyes. “You couldn’t have waited until tonight, could you?” You tease him as your fingers work on the button of his pants. 

One of his hands slides up your back until they reach your neck. He gathers a handful of your hair between his fingers before giving you a sharp tug, making a surprised gasp leave your lips. “You know, for someone who’s so worried about someone walking in and insisting we need to be quick,” he began, hovering over you once more. “You sure don’t know how to shut up.”

His words, though they caught you off guard, sent a wave directly to your core as did the pull he gave your hair. Before you could reply, his lips were on yours again and his hand tugged at your hair once more, making the smallest moan slip from the back of your throat. 

Ethan grinned, more like smirked, against your lips as your fingers returned to the waistline of his jeans. You easily unzipped them and pulled the rough fabric down just enough for your hand to press against him. 

He groaned into your mouth, the kiss making it sound more muffled as he also didn’t want anyone to overhear the two of you and have them come see what the noise is about. If he gets cockblocked by Chad one more time, he’ll kill him. And that was a promise, not a joke. 

At the feeling of your hand palming him through his boxers, he lets out a needy whimper, bucking his hips against your hand. You grin against his mouth, pressing your hand harder against him and listening to all the small sounds that leave his lips. 

He wasn’t kidding when he said he needed you, if the hardness rubbing against your palm and the breathy whines leaving his mouth were anything to go by. You pull away from his lips and ask, “Protection?”

Ethan stops moving his hips against your hand and groans, shaking his head. “In my school bag,” he said. “Which is beside the couch.”

You playfully roll your eyes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Smart,”

“I can make an excuse. I’ll say you need a book to study off of or something,” he offered and you laughed quietly at the way his face was tinted a pale pink at the thought of going back out there when he was sporting a very obvious boner. “Or I can pull out.”

You shake your head and kiss him again. “Don’t worry about it,” you mumbled against his mouth. “I started the pill a couple weeks ago.”

At that, Ethan pulled away from you and didn’t bother to hide the look of surprise that graced his face. “Really?”

You hummed and nodded your head. 

His lips formed a smirk and he looked down, watching as his fingers traced the inside of your thigh and created goosebumps as they inched closer to the lining of your underwear. “So, you’re saying I can claim you in more ways than one now?” 

You roll your eyes and grab him by the back of his neck. “Now look who can’t shut up,”

Before he could retaliate, you pull him towards you and connect your lips, swallowing the groan that escaped his mouth. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before he pulled away to focus on freeing himself from both his jeans and boxers.While he did that, you took the chance to slide upwards and position yourself more comfortably on the pillows, ridding yourself of the black fabric that covered your heat. 

Once he shoves the dark fabric partway down his legs, he kisses you again and places one arm under your back while the hand of his other moves down to guide himself along your slick folds. 

You held your breath once he entered you, as did he. It was a new feeling to the both of you as you had never done this without the use of protection on his part. It felt so much better and the feeling of him in his entirety invading your core had your eyes closing involuntarily. 

Ethan, on the other hand, nearly came right then and there, to put it simply. 

When you pulled away from his lips and leaned back on the pillows, he looked down at where the two of you connected with a completely fucked out expression on his face. 

The feeling of your walls around him with nothing in the way was enough to soothe the craving he had for you all day, and his stomach muscles flexed at the thought of what was still to come. 

You let out a small whine when he pulls halfway out that quickly turns into a quiet moan when he sinks back into you. 

You don’t get a chance to make a comment on the sly look he gave you before he began thrusting into you at a steady pace, effectively making any and all words die on your tongue and a moan slip out instead.

Ethan buries his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, his teeth sucking marks to quiet his own sounds. One of your hands reaches up to tug at his dark curls, your other scratching at the skin of his back. 

The slight sting of your nails against him has a low groan leaving his lips and the sound goes straight to your core, where you feel yourself clench around him. “Fuck, you’re always so good for me,” he nearly whispers, the words creating goosebumps on the skin of your neck. “I love you.”

You lift your hips and meet his thrusts halfway, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. “I love you,”

Ethan gives a particularly hard thrust at your words, a warm feeling settling in his bones. The hand that was gripping your waist slides upwards, stopping briefly at your shirt covered chest before travelling further. His thumb and index fingers press against the base of your throat for a few seconds before the rest wrap around your neck and apply the faintest amount of pressure. “You’re so pretty, so good for me,” he praises, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You whimper in response, his hand on your throat making your head feel dizzy in the best way. 

At the lack of words from you, Ethan’s other hand that was under your back inched upwards until it reached the back of your head, where he tugged on your hair harshly, making your head move in the direction of the pull. What could only be described as a filthy moan escapes you at the sharp pull and he watches you with lust filled eyes. “Use your words, pretty girl,” 

“Yes,” you whimpered, moving your head forward and trying to press your lips to his but another pull of your hair stops you. 

“Yes, what?”

At his unrelenting thrusts, you have to fight to keep your eyes open and focused on him. “Yes,” you say again, tightening your arms around him. “Yours. I’m yours, baby. All yours.”

Your words send waves of happiness down his body and he grins, leaning down and finally letting you connect your lips again. His tongue fights with yours for a second or two before you give up and surrender yourself completely to him, making him smirk into the kiss. 

A string of saliva keeps the two of you connected when he pulls away to look you in the eyes. “You’re taking me so well,” he mumbled, making you involuntarily clench around him once again. It made fucking into you a bit harder to do but your tight walls were so greedy for him, it made his hips ache to continue to hit yours at a bruising pace. “Always take me so well. My good girl.”

His praises send heat waves down your body and they rest at your core, where you take him deeper with every thrust of his hips. The hand that was around your throat slides down to rest on your lower abdomen, right above your entrance. He presses his palm flat against your skin, feeling the outline of himself everytime he slipped back inside your heat.

The pressure makes your head spin and you cry out, clinging onto him with every ounce of strength you had left. With the hand still tangled in your hair, Ethan pulls you close to him to allow you to hide your head against his neck, your moans becoming muffled against his skin. 

“My sweet girl,” he mumbled, his mouth next to your ear. “Letting me ruin you on someone else’s bed. Taking me so well with our friends just down the hall.”

His words make you moan loudly against him, a heat spreading across your face. 

He knew the effect he had on you with his words, so he continued to give you praise after praise, making your self control slip further away from you. “What would they say if they were to see you like this? Hm?” You whine in response, your legs tightening around his waist while your heels pressed hard against his lower back, making him inch even deeper into you. “Sweet, shy Y/n, letting her boyfriend fuck her just because I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Ethan,” you cry out, digging your nails into his back.

He grunts at the sting and it only adds to the intense pleasure bubbling inside him. He holds the back of your head once more, fisting your hair while his other hand grips your waist. The movement of his hips increased in speed and it wasn’t long until you felt the familiar knot begin to form. 

“I’m close,” you tell him, sucking a mark of your own on his neck and running your tongue over it afterwards. “I need you, Eth, please. I need you so bad.”

“So needy,” he teases, knowing damn well that he was the needy one who couldn’t wait a few more hours, when everyone fell asleep and gave you the opportunity to sneak away without being detected. “I’m right here, baby. Right here.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, your legs wrapping impossibly tighter around him as you moan against his neck. His hand cradled your head as you no longer had any control over the sounds leaving your mouth, the knot twisting until it was about to burst. 

When he felt you clench around him one last time, he moved his head to press his lips to yours, successfully muffling the string of moans you emitted once the knot snapped. Your warmth flooded around him, making him sink further and further inside you until his tip brushed against the most sensitive spot you had. 

His fingers gently massaged your head when he pulled away and he hid his face against your neck, his own moans lost to your skin as he felt himself tip over the edge as well. His hips slow down considerably as he rides out both your highs, and even after. He rocks into you for a few more seconds until the overexertion becomes too much, and he falls on top of you. 

You lay like that for a minute or two, silence taking over the room with the exception of your quiet inhales and his heavy pants. Your fingers thread through his curls while his traced up and down your back, leaving chills to take over your body. 

He pulls out of you slowly, not wanting to overstimulate you as he knew you became quite sensitive afterwards. He tugged his jeans back up and before the mix of both yours and his releases could slip onto Sam’s comforter, Ethan grabbed the cold cloth you wet for him from off the floor. He grinned at you while he wiped away the evidence of your previous activities, scrunching the cloth up in his hand once he was done. “I guess this was put to good use, after all,”

You rolled your eyes and slipped your underwear and jeans back on before sitting up. You grab his shirt from off the floor and toss it at him, watching as he easily caught it. After gripping the sides of his face and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you take the cloth from him and ask, “You feel better now?”

Ethan nodded his head, a boyish smile on his lips. “I feel fucking fantastic,”

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Thank you all SO MUCH for 1000 notes and all the love on my last post. It truly means to much and it's the first time I've gotten that much feedback and support <3 so, seriously, thank you so much

[3vergr3en]

My brain burns with the urge to express my head canon’s abt Actor!Jack Champion in a relationship w/ Actor!Reader 🤧💕

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He’s obsessed with your laugh.

He will do everything in his will power to make you laugh in front of the camera even if it meant him enduring a scolding from the director or his manager for purposely messing you up.

He loves, like, loves, seeing you happy. So whenever you’re either laughing with him, or at him (bc of his lame dad jokes), it doesn’t matter as long as he hears those pretty sounds of laughter that he adores.

Whenever you guys are on the set of Scream VI, you guys act like a couple of kids when you guys are together.

The behind the scenes mainly consisted of you two constantly bickering immaturely, playing footsies when sitting in your assigned chairs, or randomly playing tag out of no where.

But there were times where there was peace from the mischievous duo. Only because you two were cuddling together, sound asleep in either of your trailers.

After shooting your guy’s scenes, you guys would most of the time hang out in your trailer.

He would always be laying on your lap with you sitting up.

And he LOVES when you play with his hair.

Either with you twirling your finger through each individual curl or running your hands through his brown locks, he just loves the sensation of you touching with his hair.

On the red carpet, he’s as eager to answer questions about you as he is to talk about his acting career or the character he portrays in the film that he’s in.

He never fails to mention on how incredible of a girlfriend and actress you are.

He fr could go on for hours talking about you.

And you, on the other hand, love watching those interviews of him when they’re posted shortly after the event.

As well as teasing him when you guys are together at home.

“The most gorgeous person besides my mother? It’s no other than my kind girlfriend, Y/n.” You’d quote him.

“Shut up!” Jack would complain and proceed to run over to you to cover your mouth before you could quote anymore.

[xob1tchs]

can you do an ethan landry x female reader fic where reader appears innocent but actually isn’t?

tyy i LOVE your fics 🫶🏽

dirty babe

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings; smut 💀 begging, fingering, kissing, unedited

a/n; it’s JUST THAT NO1 MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAAAAY 😼 the titles to all my works are songs/lyrics im listening to when i finish the work btw! lil fun fact 😆 neways, hope u like!!

“you tricked me, you’re a liar” ethan coos from above you, eyes big and round, expression innocent – drawing a whine of disapproval from the back of your throat, shaking your head vigorously.

he tuts, knee pressing to your core through your panties, making you squirm, fingers tangling in the bedsheets.

when he’d started dating you, he was ecstatic – not only because you’re amazing, and he gets you all to himself, but because of how inexperienced you’d seemed. he loved the way you were clueless in the bedroom, leaning on him for everything, surrendering yourself to him completely.

he loved the thought of being able to slowly diminish that innocent flame inside you, completely corrupt and ruin you to his desire.

until he’d caught you humping his pillow, whining and crying, plush thighs clenching around the pillow, angelic features turned up in pleasure. pleasure he thought only he could give you.

“liar’s don’t get rewarded, do they baby?” he frowns, knee slowly moving away from your core, until he supports himself on his heels, staring down at you with lust blown eyes,

you squeeze your thighs together, rubbing, trying to find some sort of relief “didn’t lie!” you cry, pressing your cheek into the mattress, nosing the sheets, drowning in the smell of ethan.

he tugs his shirt over his head, fingers grazing down his muscled torso to the button of his jeans, catching your hopeful gaze, stirring excitement in his chest – until he stops, waving his finger infront of your frowning face “nuh uh” he clicks his tongue.

his strong fingers wrap around the underside of one of your knees, forcing your legs open, smirking at the wetness staining your panties, he leans down, face inches form yours, wet lips smacking against your own as he moves your panties to the side, fingers plunging in abruptly, he swallows your moan, mouth smiling against yours as you mindlessly teethe and lap at his lips.

he sets a rough pace from the beginning, palm smacking against your mound, loud from your juices.

you squirm under him, clenching around his thick fingers, jaw going slack as an orgasm swims in the pit of your stomach, already so close from not finishing earlier.

you don’t need to tell ethan for him to know, he sees, the way your brows pinch together, how you become quieter with every pump of his wrist. so he rips away, sitting back against his heels, smiling as you cry out.

“p-please ethan! baby, baby please” you pout, squirming uncomfortably against the soaked material of your panties, cotton fabric hot and itchy against your sensitive pussy.

he sucks a breath through his teeth, contemplating as his fingers ghost the heat between your legs, hooking one side of your panties to tug them down, flinging them to the ground.

he tugs the hood of your clit up, pressing his thumb flat against the nerves, smiling when you squirm underneath his touch, whining out his name under your breath, teary eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

he rubs a gentle circle, sliding down your slit, spreading your labia folds, making heat rise up your neck as he stares, thickly swallowing drool that pools in the back of his throat.

he bends down, tongue pressing against your cunt, slurping loudly at your juices “i’ll let you cum baby, but not right now” he smiles, full lips slick with arousal as he creeps up your body to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, before he dives between your legs.

[loaksbitch]

ghostface!ethan x fem!reader — can’t stop thinking abt ethan landry going all mad abt reader <3

warnings : slight s6 spoiler, ghostface!ethan, slight filth (it’s actually turned out way too filthy guys), begging-ish + puthy eating. oh and? it’s basically a nsfw headcanons yeah.

ethan landry who actually kneels in front of you, unmasked and face twisted with sour and restrained feeling between his thighs.

ethan landry who bites his lips to stop his chin from quivering as he softly whimpers, “please..please let me have a taste of you?”. ethan landry who places his hand on the front of your thighs, tears glinting in his doe eyes and his curly hair ghosting his brows.

ethan landry who is touch starved for you, literally whining when you run your fingers into the fluff of his hair. ethan landry who breaths heavily, his pelvis slowly rutting onto the air for any type of relief. ethan landry who sucks a deep breath between his teeth the moment you fist on his hair.

ethan landry who would literally allow you to rip him apart. ethan landry who heaves when you allow him to touch you. ethan landry who knows this is wrong, falling for you means betraying his family. ethan landry who would do anything for you even if it means killing his own father or sister. ethan landry who is ready to be with you.

ethan landry who fiddles with your shorts, untying the rope and tugging your cloth down. ethan landry who gives you a lust-filled glance when he’s met with your bare cunt. ethan landry who feels his cock twitch with the fact you only wore shorts and no panties.

ethan landry who hurries you onto straddling his shoulder. ethan landry who dips in your folds with his tongue, moaning at the feeling on your slick and your sweet taste. ethan landry who’s holding onto your hip with one hand and other chasing to find yours. ethan landry who laces his fingers with yours, squeezing while he fucked you with his tongue.

ethan landry who urges you to cum, pushing you to the edge with his skillful tongue. ethan landry who graze the tip of his nose on your clit. ethan landry who groans onto your pussy.

ethan landry who tightens his hold on you when you come. ethan landry who eats you clean, lapping on your juices. ethan landry who helps you get on your feet.

ethan landry who adjusts your shorts back, tightening them like they were before. ethan landry who brings himself to his feet, rearranging his cloth. ethan landry to smiles at you cheekly before leaving to kiss you and make you taste yourself.

ethan landry to breaks the kiss to press his forehead with yours. ethan landry who then utters a small, “i love you.”

ethan reqs are open — short drabbles or nsfw?? slide in <3

(ethan landry apologist) — @sullybby @dilfverz @casiia

[schmidtsbimbo]

if you’d like to you should def do a ethan x reader where the reader has a super shitty boyfriend and is enemies with ethan, making fun of him nd stuff like that

so what if to get back at the boyfriend, ethan fucks the reader and in like the middle of it ethan whips out his phone/her phone and calls the readers boyfriend, making him listen to her whimper/whine ethan’s name 😛😛

★Jealous Boy - Ethan Landry ★

𖦹Warnings: MDNI 18+, afab reader, unprotected piv, cunnilingus, cheating, pet names, hair pulling, fingering, slight dumbification if you squint

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: i love you for this idea anon, i kinda hate everything about this especially the ending, hope this still turned out okay! , made this so much longer than I originally planned or wanted to, pls let me know if i missed any warnings!

Word count: 1.9k

This has not been proofread^_^

Just hours ago you were arguing with your boyfriend at a stupid frat party you never wanted to go to in the first place.

Now you’re standing here in your kitchen, breath hitched in your throat as you stare at the man above you.

Pinned between his body and the dining table, his arms completely closing you in.

You look down, eyes landing on your phone that’s in his hand as watch message from your boyfriend coming in.

You hear a short and dry laugh come from the man above you as you move your eyes between him and the phone.

“Look at what a fucking loser you’re with y/n” Ethan says as he moves his arm, turning the phone towards you so you can read the messages.

You stare at the messages before you look up at Ethan, the sight of him smirking above you making you lightheaded and weak in the knees.

You stay quiet for a moment and get a split second of clarity as you look away from him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Ethan” You say, voice full of doubt as you look back up at him.

You feel a shiver go down your spine as he inches closer to your face, his lips brushing past your cheek as they hover over your ear.

“I still don’t understand why you chose him when I’ve been right here” he whispers, lightly nipping at your ear and sending goosebumps down your entire body.

You stand there completely frozen, trying to form a single coherent thought as your chest is rising and falling trying to control your breathing before you feel his lips smashing against your own.

You let out a small shriek at the sudden impact but quickly sink further into it, making Ethan smirk into the kiss as he places his large hands onto your waist, pulling your lower body towards his.

He breaks the kiss and trails kisses down your neck as you part your lips at the sensation.

“Jump” he simply mumbles against your skin before he brings his lips back to yours.

You instinctively jump into his arms and let him lift you up, placing you on the table and never breaking the kiss as you spread your legs, letting himself position himself right between them.

He starts to trial soft and sloppy kisses down your neck, his hands running down your body as they reach the top of your jeans, tugging on them lightly as you eagerly lift your bottom off table with your hands, making it easier for him to slide the jeans down your legs till they’re discarded somewhere behind him.

Ethan’s lips make their way back up to yours, completely engulfing them like a starved man as his hands find their way to your chest, his thumbs rubbing small circles against the peak of your breasts, earning a small whine from you as your hands make their way up his shoulders and wrapping around his neck.

He breaks from the kiss and drops to his knees, grabbing your legs with his hands and pulling you closer to the edge of the table, your clothed heart right in front of his face as he lets out a groan.

“Just as pretty as I imagined” he says looking up at your face as he brings his hand up to your core, rubbing small circles onto the bundle of nerves under your soaked panties, making you throw your head back and hold back at the sensation.

His words send jolts of electricity and need straight to your core as you bite your lip, trying to refrain from letting out a whiny gasp.

He smirks at your reaction and starts planting slow and soft kisses up your thigh, almost torturing you with how slow and delicate he was being before he finally reaches your core, moving his hands from your thighs to the top of your underwear, ripping the fabric from your body with his bare hands and instantly diving his head between your thighs.

Giving you almost no time to react as he licks a flat stripe up and down your folds as you let out a gasp and throw your head back, your reaction making him smirk as he wraps his lips against your clit.

“Look at me” he mumbles against it, roughly sucking on your clit as he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place.

You let out a whiny moan at the harshness against your clit and bring your head back up to look down at him, your hand reaching down to his curls and gripping them as you watched him eat you out like you were the most divine thing he’s ever tasted.

You tug on his hair again, making him groan against your clit, the vibration of it making your brain foggy as the feeling of desire in you continues to grow.

“Ethan” you moan out as you involuntarily buck your hips up, earning another groan from Ethan as he tightens the grip on your thighs, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on your thighs threatening to send you over the edge.

You try to hold it together as you try to form a single sentence, not being able to let out a single word but a pathetic whine, “Ethan, please”

At this he pulls away for a moment, your sleek making his lips shine as he looks up at you expectantly.

“Please what, baby?” He says as he leans back in between your thighs, planting a soft kiss directly on your clit that makes you buck your hips again, a small moan escaping from your lips, earning a chuckle from him as he pulls away again and looks back up at you.

“Use your words, princess” he whispers as he loosens his grip on your thighs, his lips hovering above the skin of your thighs as he waits for you to respond.

You let out a whiny moan at his teasing and bite your lip, not being able to form any words from how dizzy the sight of him on his knees with his head in between your thighs makes you.

He immediately stands up as the sounds leave your lips, engulfing them in a kiss as one of his hands wrap around your waist, your hands traveling towards his shirt and tugging on the hem of it as you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone and his pants dropping to the floor.

He breaks the kiss for a second to quickly remove his shirt and you follow right behind him, adding your shirt to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He dives straight to your neck as he starts leaving marks and bruises all along your collarbones, his hand reaching down to your aching heat as he dips his fingers in between your folds, earning a quiet moan from your parted lips.

Within seconds you feel yourself lose control all over again at the feeling of his rough fingers rolling the small bundle of nerves in between his fingers.

You instinctively reach down for his wrist, not wanting to come undone so quickly.

“Ethan, please” you mumble against his lips as you move your hand from his wrist to the edge of his boxers.

“Please just fuck me” you finally moan out as you tug on his boxers, any feeling of embarrassment gone as it’s overpowered by the feeling of desire.

He lets out a groan at your words and breaks the kiss to plant sloppy kisses on your neck as he tugs down his boxers.

“So needy, just begging for more, begging me to fuck you” he says in between kisses as he grabs your hips with his hands, moving his head up so your foreheads are touching as he lines himself up with you.

Giving you almost no warning he slams himself into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as you let out a gasp, throwing your head back as you feel him stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.

He quickly sets a steady pace, fucking into you fast as his arms hold you flush against his chest, making the table shake with every thrust as he snaps his hips into yours.

He tucks his head against your neck, letting out groans that instantly threaten to throw you over the edge, your own moans being muffled by the skin on his shoulders before he lets go of your body, pushing your back onto the table, never losing his rhythm as his hands hold a strong grip on your hips.

“Such a pretty girl” he says, slowing his pace down a bit, causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of friction his skin made against your clit.

“What would Jacob say if he saw you like this? Begging whining for me to fuck you?” He asks as he keeps his pace slow.

His words send waves of heat straight to your core as you claw at his arms, trying to get a hold of anything to try and control yourself to no avail.

You knew how wrong this was, cheating on your boyfriend with the one guy he told you to stay away from.

You knew how wrong it was and yet you’re crumbling beneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips, keeping a greedy hold on him as he fucks into you.

You watch him reach for something next to your head through your teary eyes, not being able to focus on what he’s holding.

“How about we call him, huh?” He asks as he starts picking up his pace again, making you clench around him as more moans start slipping from your lips again.

He groans at this and drops the phone next to your head again, quickening his pace as you start to unravel beneath him.

You hear the phone ringing and Jacob picking up within seconds, you no longer had any control over the noises you were making as the moans freely fell from your lips, not caring if Jacob or even the neighbors could hear you at this point.

You hear muffled yelling coming from the phone that gets completely tuned out with your moans and Ethan’s breathy grunts, letting out a small gasp as he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change of angles as his tip brushes right against your sweet spot, making yo feel lightheaded as your climax is approaching fast.

“C’mon, let him know who’s got you this needy and whiny” Ethan says in between grunts and breathy moans, the words spilling from his mouth earning a whimper from you.

He reaches one of his hands up and tangles it in your hair, slightly lifting your head from the table as he grips your hair.

“Hmm? Too fucked out to talk?” He asks as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his words making you clench around him as you feel yourself seconds from climax.

“Ethan, I’m gonna come, please” you whimper out, not even thinking about what you say as the words leave your lips.

The pressure of the new angle and his filthy words sending you over the edge as you arch your back, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer.

His climax follows right behind yours as you start seeing stars from how sensitive you are, squeezing his arms trying to stabilize yourself with anything you can grab as he collapses on top of you with one final thrust, completely filling you up with his warmth.

You slowly start coming to your senses as the high starts to fade, becoming aware of your surroundings as the muffled yelling coming from the phone starts playing in your ears again.

Ethan gently lifts himself off of you and pulls out slowly, causing a small whine to fall from your lips at the loss of contact.

You watch him as he grabs the phone from the table and puts it up to his ear, a smirk playing on his lips as he lets out a chuckle before throwing the phone back onto the table.

He leans down and pulls your bruised and swollen lips into a kiss, breaking away from it as he puts his hand on the back of your head, placing your foreheads together.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

[reinerszn]

ethan who pulls out your cunt, letting his dick rest against your clit as you squirt all over him, soaking him in your juices. a shit-eating smirk was plastered on his face n he was in absolute awe. “fucked you so good.. all you can do is squirt, huh.” ethan groaned. “my pretty doll..” he taps your cheek a few times with his hand, almost smacking you.

ethan loved your blissed out face; it only fueled his ego and pride. “c’mon baby.. talk t’me.” you were simply too fucked out from the multiple orgasms you gave him. his index finger and thumb took hold of your chin, making you concentrate on him. “know you can still talk. c’mon baby, you don’t like it when ‘m mad, right?” you immediately shook your head from side to side as his hoarse voice rang in your ears. “no— no no eth.. don’t like when you’re mad.”

“that’s what i thought.” and without warning, he invaded your walls again, pushing through to sweetly kiss your cervix.

TAGS ੭ ᕀ . ˚₊ @insidethepalemoonlight (1st ever person to join my taglist, love u baby ᨳ ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ !!!!)

[emmalandry]

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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟽: 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡

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Gf!Ethan sneaking into your bedroom, costume clad body stalking around in the dark waiting to pounce on you.

It’s a little past 11 pm and he creeps down the hall to your room and peaks through the crack. He sees your fingers stuffed beneath your panties as you whimper and whine. “E-ethan.” You moan out his name so sweetly.

How’s he meant to hold back when you’re spread out so deliciously, and all for him? Wow. He must be one lucky man.

The door flies open and your eyes go wide as the large masked figure stalks its way towards you and you rip your fingers from your cunt.

“W-what do you want?” You voice is shaking with fear. “Please Mr.Ghostface, don’t kill me. i’ll do anything.” Your lips are pouty as you beg for you life and ethan tilts his head to the side before pointing the knife at your panty-clad cunt.

You look back up at him, eyes wide and glossy as tears threaten to spill over. “Okay.” Is all you say and he practically jumps at you. Grabbing your legs and pulling you to the end of the plush mattress.

Allowing his hands to roam your soft skin before slicing your panties right off your body and letting a glove covered hand trace your slit.

A chill runs down your body at the coldness but all you can do is lay back and take it. A little ‘ah~’ leaves your body and he tilts his head down at you. “S-sorry. ‘s just cold.” and he nods before sheathing his slender fingers inside your dripping cunt.

You moan at the fullness, eyes rolling back as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. You’re pawing at his cloak and giving him pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please fuck me, sir. I’ll be ‘s good for you. Please.” And he nods.

Flipping you onto your stomach and hiking your ass up. You can see yourself in the mirror right across from your mattress. The hulking man is behind you, cloak pulled up just enough for him to spring his cock free and you barely have a moment to see it before he’s slipping it inside you.

You whimper at the feeling, his cock is so long and thick but he’s gentle. Allowing you to get used to his size before slowly thrusting forward and pulling back. “Fuck. ‘s good.” you moan out the words, theyre barely coherent but you can’t even think straight with the way he’s pounding your poor body.

You could fall limp at any moment from the cockdrunk feeling thats overtaking you. You make sure to stare right into the mirror at the man whos taking you from behind. Your pussy is clenching around nothing as he wraps his big, strong arm around you and grabs you by the throat, pulling you upwards toward him.

His other hand leaves your hip quickly to rip off the mask before putting his hand in its original spot. “See what you do t’ me, you sweet dumb thing. Can’t believe you’re letting me take you just like this. What if i was a just some stranger who would slit your pretty little throat right now. Huh?”

Your eyes are crossed at the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix and all you can mutter out is a small “ ‘s good eth. ‘m close.” He can tell you’re telling the truth. He can tell by the way your little cunt is clenching around his length. Trying to milk him for everything he has.

His hand reaches down to play with your swollen clit. Earning a scream that rips straight from your throat and he can see the creamy ring forming around his cock and he fills you up just at the sight.

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[ggwendolyn]

kinkmas 2023

DEC. 21th: Incest, Ethan Landry/Kirsch

Pairing: Ethan Landry x FEM!reader

Warnings: Incest (stepcest), slapping, hate sex(?, Ethan being an absolute prick, no uses of y/n.

“Shut the fuck up, Ethan.” You mumbled through gritted teeth. Shooting him daggers with your eyes.

“What? I'm just saying that skirt of yours is too short.” He chuckled, he knew it pissed you off. He loved to annoy you when your parents were out. And it did, of course! He was your stepbrother, he had no right on commenting about the length of your clothes. “You'd look better without it though.”

“What did you just said?” Your eyes widened and your eyebrows furrowed. You stepped closer to him, arms crossed over your chest as you dared him to say that twice.

“You would look better without that slutty skirt, sweets.” And that's where you exploded. Your hand landed on his cheek in a sharp smack.

Ethan's eyes widened, his own hand rubbing his cheek as he looked at you. Anger flooding through his and your veins. You scoffed, spinning on your heels and walking away. But he was way faster.

His hand grabbed onto your forearm, pulling you close to him roughly. You squealed in pain, trying to break free from his grasp.

“What the fuck, Ethan!?” You said, pulling your arm in a failed attempt to make him let you go. He clicked his tongue and looked away, thinking for a moment before he looked back at you and crashed his lips onto yours.

His other hand grabbed at the fat of your hips, pulling you close as his lips moved with yours. His grip on your arms loosened, and you were so shocked yet so mesmerized by him that you did nothing to pull away.

Ethan was your stepbrother, it was so, so, so very wrong. He was annoying, stupid, cheeky, brainless, foolish, he was a lot of things. But he was a handsome boy too. How could you deny it? He was beautiful, and everything else was wrong, but he was hot.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds, his eyes opening and staring at your so shocked expression.

“Fuck... Fuuuckfuckfuckfuck. I'm sorry, I don't know why-” And you didn't know what crossed through your mind, but there you were, connecting your lips together again.

The kiss was harsh, rough, messy. It was nasty, and it made your panties get soaked.

Ethan's hands grabbed at the flesh of your ass, which was exposed by your short skirt. He lifted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his hips as your lips synchronized with his into sloppy movements.

“God, I hate you.” You said into his lips, gasping when he sat down on your bed and you felt his boner graze against the thin lace of your panties.

“You're a pain in the ass, you know that?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically before he tucked his fingers on your underwear, thinking for a second before ripping them open.

“Hey you idiot! What the fuck do you thing you're doing!?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him. They were your favorite panties and he ripped them apart as if they were nothing.

“Shut the fuck up for God's sake, I'll buy you new ones just shut the hell up and ride my fucking cock.” He said sharply. Ethan's hands worked quickly on his belt, lazily taking his pants and his underwear off.

You swallowed your cruel words down your throat when you saw the size of his dick. It was long, thick, veiny, his mushy tip was blushed like a cherry. Your finger grazed his v line and his happy trail before you grabbed his length and aligned it with your dripping cunt.

His hands gripped at your hips as he helped you lower down onto him. You almost screamed in pain, what could you expect? No prep, no lube, just your warm juices to ease his big cock into your tight core.

“Fuck-” You let out a strangled moan, arms wrapped around his neck as you hiccuped and choked a sob.

“Eeeasy, girl.” He said, thumb reaching to rub at your clit to ease his breathtaking size into you. His unoccupied hand groped at your ass cheek, caressing the flesh soothingly before you started to move your hips.

“Don't think that- ah, shit... don't think that I'll stop hating you because of your mediocre empathy.” You said, hands grabbing onto his shoulders as you bounced on his cock, tip kissing your soft spot every time you moved.

“You can't stop being a brat, huh?” He said, spinning you over so your back was against the bed. “Think I'll have to fix that attitude.” And that's where you lost it.

He started to pound his cock into your pussy at a monstrous pace, he was going feral. Hips colliding with yours as he held you in place, hand around your throat, not squeezing, but holding it tight enough so you wouldn't squirm away.

The knot in your stomach slowly started to build, and it snapped with a moan of your stepbrother's name, a grunt from Ethan's throat, and a hard thrust from his hips.

Thick ropes of his cum were shooting deep into your core, and it mixed with your own release that started to drip out of you.

“Fuck, Ethan...” You whispered, tears staining your cheeks as he sighed heavily, his hand running through his curls.

“Can't believe you came that hard over your own stepbrother's cock.” He said mockingly, chuckling dryly.

“It wasn't even that good. You're small.” You said, rolling your eyes while you tried to get away from him and his grasp on you.

“Oh, am I?” He smiled, gripping at your hips before he pulled his hips back before slamming right into you once more.

© ggwendolyn 2023

Sorry for the delay, sorry for Simon's writing being too short. Hope this one makes up for it.

[mrschampion]

💋ཾ ༚ MY STARGIRL

summary :: Your dear boyfriend Ethan Landry came rushing back from "econ" just to find you fresh out of the shower in your room with only a pair of underwear on. Too distracted with your music playing in the background you didn't hear him but instead heard the ringing of your phone. No caller id. Will you pick it up or just let it keep ringing?

warnings :: 18+ smut. Reader is a female. Use of profanity. Praise kink. Sorry if there's any typos, English isn't my first language.

word count :: 1.5k words.

I had a vision

A vision of my nails in the kitchen

You were in your room with only a newly worn red lace bra and panties on, as a towel laid neatly wrapped around your head. You just got out of the shower and had music playing in the background from your tv that hanged from the wall.

You were currently sitting in front of your vanity mirror doing your hair before applying your nightly skin care routine on.

You pumped out lotion from the container and smeared it all over your legs, making sure not to miss a spot. You reached up to your thighs before a ringing noise started echoing. Your phone was glowing a bright white as your room was dark, the only source of light was from your LEDs that were set on the color purple.

Not bothering to change into pajamas just yet you got up and reached over to your phone to see the number.

No caller ID.

You were smart enough not to answer these types of calls since it's always just some scammers talking about your bank account. But tonight you were more bored than ever, not having your boyfriend Ethan Landry around since he had a late night class at econ.

You swiped right to answer the call "Hello?"

A sudden raspy voice was heard over the phone.

"Hello y/n."

You put your free hand on your hip, leaning to the side a bit to stand comfortably. "Oh? So you know my name, that's good" You said in an almost teasing tone.

"Yes of course, why wouldn't I know such a pretty lady's name? In fact you look quite good tonight my dear."

You raised one of your eyebrows and quickly looked around your room to see if anyone was possibly lurking in the darkness. Finding nothing, you decided to check the last place in your room.

You stood in front of your drawn curtains, twirling a strand of hair with your finger. "You really think so?" You asked as you stepped closer to your bedroom window to open the curtains.

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming

You peered out and looked left and right but found no one. With a sigh you stepped back, closing the curtains again with your phone still next to your ear. Then came a whisper, it definitely did not come from your phone speaker but instead it came from right behind you

"Oh I know so."

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around your waist as a head filled with curls rested on your shoulder, cold lips smothering your neck with kisses.

"What happened to econ?"

"I had better things to do."

You chuckled seeing that he was still in his Ghostface outfit just without the mask on as it was in his hand. You shifted your hips a bit so that you could lean back against him but instead your ass was met with a hard and throbbing boner that Ethan must've grown when he was speaking to you on the phone.

You resisted the urge to tease him but failed. With one swift movement you turned around to face him with a smirk on your face. "Like what?" Ethan unwrapped his arms from your waist and instead rested his hands on your hips, pulling you closer towards him. He leaned into your ear and held the top fabric of your panties.

"You."

Ethan was quick to pull down your underwear, making you kick it off somewhere in your room. "Jump."

You were quick to follow his order and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walked over to your neatly made bed that was filled with pillows and soft blankets. He laid you down, hovering over you. His curls dangled in his face as he slowly made his way down to your already wet pussy.

He watched as your slick covered your folds. He looked up at you, locking eyes as he pushed your legs apart to make room for his head.

Ethan was always a shy and nerdy type of boy, an obvious virgin. But that all changed once he got with you, now his confidence was always through the roof when he's horny.

"I didn't even touch you yet and you're already this wet?"

You snickered at his words, kinda embarrassed knowing that what he said was true. "Oh shut up Mr ghost face."

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows and softly bit the inner corner of your thigh to tease you. This caused you to yelp and squeeze your legs shut, trapping his head in between them. He took this as his cue to start licking up your folds, sucking on your bundle of nerves from time to time.

Your fingers grabbed onto his curls from the sheer pleasure. You arched your back and peered down to only be met with the top of his head as his whole face was smothered in your dripping pussy.

Your legs were shaking, close to finishing on his face then suddenly Ethan stopped. A whine came out of your mouth, pulling his face closer looking for any type of friction.

"My girl, be patient for me."

Ethan untangled your fingers from his hair and crawled up towards your breasts. He pulled the fabric upwards to get a better view on your nipple. "Red was always my favorite color, especially on you." He said before putting your left breast in his mouth, sucking on it like a baby as his free hand landed on your right breast to fondle with it.

Ethan pulled back and licked your hard nipple, keeping his hand on your other breast. He looked up at you as you were already looking back down at him. He grazed his tongue up your chest, all the way to your neck to suck on the bare skin.

He left hickies and bite marks on your skin while his hand left the warmness of your breast and laid on your hip, moving up and down.

"Please Eth stop teasing me."

"Oh yeah? Tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"Need you in me."

With that Ethan was quick to pull down his boxers and line up his throbbing dick up to your folds.

"Do you want me to count down?"

Even at times like this Ethan was always careful and patient with you, knowing that it's painful for the first few seconds.

You shook your head and signaled him to continue. "No it's ok I trust you."

‘i trust you’

Those words hit Ethan's heart deeply making him slam into you causing a loud moan coming from you and Ethan. Your hands found their way onto his back, nails digging into his skin as Ethan thrusted deep into you.

Ethan watched you arch your back as he grabbed onto your hips to make you stay in spot so his dick could sink deeper into your warm hole. Ethan wasn't much on the thick side but he length on the other hand was a different story

"Eth I can't- it's too much"

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

Tears filled your eyes as you stuttered from the overwhelming pleasure. Ethan hushed you and wiped away the salty tears that dripped down your rosy cheeks.

"Shh yes you can, you're taking me so well."

Ethan lifted your legs, putting them over his shoulders so he can thrust at a better angle. He leaned down closer to your face, pressing his lips to your parted ones. He shushed your whines with sloppy kisses. Ethan pulled back as a string of saliva connected between your lips and his.

Your legs started to shake around his shoulder, you were getting closer and closer to finishing on him. Ethan felt your walls pulsating around his shaft. "Go on pretty girl, squirt for me." Ethan placed his hand on your stomach specifically on the spot where his dick was making a bulge. He pushed down on it making you feel it more.

Soon enough a wave of pleasure hit you like a truck, your whole body was shaking. "Ah shit Ethan!" You moaned, hand gripping the pillow behind you as you squirted all over his lap and upper stomach.

Your juices were dripping down your thighs while Ethan continued his thrusts, chasing his own high. You felt him twitch inside of you as his pace quickened. He stuff his face into the crook of your neck before letting out a quiet whine.

You felt his hot cum ooze into you before he pulled out, carefully dropping your limp legs on the soft bed and collapsing beside you.

Ethan watched as your chest rose up and down, you were trying your best to catch your breath.

Your hair was messy as some strands stuck onto your sweaty forehead. Carefully Ethan picked you up into his arms, bridal style as he walked towards the bathroom to run a bath.

"You did well my love, I'm proud of you." He said while giving you a kiss on the cheek.

I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl.

[rafeysbafey]

was ethan really at econ that one time, or was he dicking down y/n - a request insinuating at an au where ethan isn't ghostface, but still is accused of being one.

“im telling you, the whole ‘being at econ’ shit is an excuse,” mindy said as her, chad and sam walked into the apartment.

“so that automatically makes him ghostface?” chad asks, eyebrows furrowed as he followed mindy down the hallway.

“i mean think about it, why would-”

all of a sudden mindy went quiet, a creaking noise cutting her off as her and chad gave each other a look.

“fuck! ethan, right there!”

“you like that? yea you do, you little slut.”

both their eyes went wide before mindy pretended to throw up, sam running over to see what the commotion was about.

“gross! fuck, ew!” mindy whined, sam’s jaw dropping as chad couldn’t help but smirk.

“hell yeah, my boys finally getting some.”

an hour went by, the three friends deciding to put on a movie while they waited for ethan and y/n to finish up their…activities.

the door to ethan’s room finally creaked open, the two of you walking out without a care in the world.

y/n had a blanket draped over her figure, a tired expression on her face—disheveled hair topping it all off.

when the two entered the living room to see the group, y/n couldn’t help but have a horrified look take over her face, realizing they were there the entire time.

“please don’t tell me-”

“yep,” sam mumbled, although she couldn’t help but let a sly smile take over her features as you turned to ethan.

“this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“atta boy, ethan” chad chimed in, causing ethan to smirk as you shook your head in embarrassment.

“atta boy.”

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The First Cut is the Deepest

➪the one where you break up then make up. (requested)

Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, fluff, break ups, make ups, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, unprotected sex, make up sex, choking, oral (f receiving), ethan being an ass under the influence, he makes up for it, talks of insecurity, insecure reader (y'all are beautiful, i promise you this), this is a bit of a roller coaster

Word Count: 6.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

This place was crowded. Way too crowded. 

You were surprised the walls didn’t fall down with how many people were compacted in each room and from how loud the music was, if you could even call it that. 

Someone bumps into you for the third time in the five minutes since you arrived and you had to refrain from yelling at the stranger. He probably wouldn’t have heard you, anyway, so why waste your breath? 

“Y/n! Hi!” Anika says as she wraps her arm around your shoulders. She brought the red cup to her lips and emptied it in one sip, wiping her mouth afterwards. “You’re here!”

“And you’re drunk,” you say back just as Mindy walks up to you. 

“There you are,” she says as she wraps Anika’s other arm around her shoulder. “I told you to stay on the couch. Oh, hey, Y/n.”

You give her a quick smile as she takes her girlfriend from you. “Hey,” you replied. “Have you guys seen Ethan?”

Mindy gave Anika a look before shaking her head. “No, no, I don’t think he’s here,”

Anika gave her a confused smile. “What are you talking about?” She asked before turning to you. “He’s in the living room. He was flirting with a bunch of girls, the last time I checked.”

Your brows furrow while Mindy lets out a sigh. “What?”

“You’re right, she sure is drunk,” Mindy laughed awkwardly. “Can’t trust a word she says.”

At that, you move past them and head towards the living room, ignoring the calls of Mindy. The first person you see is Chad when you enter the living room. He was talking to Tara when you walked up to him, the two of them standing close to one another in the packed room. He greeted you with a smile before he noticed the pissed off look on your face. “Woah, what’s the matter?”

“Have you seen Ethan?” You ask him, ignoring his question.

“Um, yeah, he’s..” he trailed off, turning his head to the right and towards the couch. You do the same and your face heats up when you catch sight of your boyfriend. “Huh.”

Ethan’s appearance wasn’t what caught your attention, no, it was the girl that was sitting a bit too close to him that did. 

Muttering an ‘excuse me’ under your breath, you push past Chad and walk towards Ethan, watching he doesn’t even look up at you when you stand in front of him. “What the hell is this?” You question and cross your arms. 

That got his attention as he finally looked up at you, a grin forming on his lips. “Hey! You made it!” He said and right away you knew he was drunk, no, wasted. “I didn’t think you’d show.”

“You told me to come,” you point out and glare at the way the girl rested her hand on his chest. 

Ethan looked at the floor and opened his mouth in thought. “Oh, yeah,” he said after a few seconds. “I forgot about that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you rolled your eyes. “What is this? You ask me to come to this party just so I can see you with some girl all over you?

“What? No, don’t be like that,” he whined and wrapped his arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “This is my new friend, Jaz.”

The way Jaz moved closer to Ethan, and the way he did nothing about it had your blood boiling. “Well, it looks like you’ve got enough company,” you mutter, dropping your arms to your sides as you back away. “I’ll just go home.”

When you turn around and head for the door, you ignore Ethan’s calls of your name, followed by an annoyed grunt as he stood up and went after you. 

You reached the sidewalk when he finally stumbled his way out of the house and caught up to you, nearly tripping over the bush that lined the walkway of the house. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking away by turning you to face him. “What was that about?”

At his genuine look of confusion, you glare at him and pull your arm away from him. “What do you mean?”

“That,” he pointed to the house. “In there. What was that all about? Why’d you storm off?”

“There’s no way you just asked me that,” you say and look him up and down, taking in just how drunk he was. “How much have you had to drink?”

He gave you a smile and a shrug. “I don’t know, like, five?”

“Five what?”

“Five cups of everything that was in the kitchen,” he answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever. At your look of shock, he steps away from you. “What’s it matter?”

“It matters because you’re completely wasted and that girl in there was going to take advantage of you,” you say slowly, hoping his drunk mind would process your words.

“Who? Jaz?” At the nod you give him, he waves you off and discreetly rolls his eyes, making your anger rise. “Jaz is a friend, she wouldn’t do that.”

“How do you even know her? Why have I never heard you mention her until now?”

“Because,” he dragged the word out. “She’s in my physics class and invited me tonight. She also gave me some of this powder stuff earlier, but I only had a little bit of it.”

Your eyes widened and you reached over to smack his shoulder. “Ethan! How could you be so stupid?” You ask and his face falls at your words. “Why would you take powder from a stranger? At a party?”

Ethan felt like he was being backed into a corner right now, and even though one part of his brain was screaming at him to ask you to take him home, the other part was telling him that you were his girlfriend, not his mother. “Maybe I thought it would relieve some of the stress you put on me everyday of my life,” he said back.

You furrow your brows and cross your arms again, standing a bit straighter. “Was this before or after you invited me tonight?”

Ethan copied you by crossing his own arms. “Before,” he answered. “But maybe I made a mistake by inviting you since you clearly don’t know how to stop treating me like a fucking child. You’re my girlfriend, not my parent.”

You knew he didn’t mean the harsh words, seeing how drunk he was, but that didn’t stop you from fighting back. It was his decision to get to this point and he’d have to deal with the consequences. “I’m supposed to worry about you, Ethan,” you say, trying to calm the situation down as best as you could. “That’s what people in relationships do.”

Ethan would regret his next words. “Being with you for this long was a mistake,” he muttered, not knowing if you heard him or not. The silence that followed, as well as the tears that gathered in your eyes gave him his answer. His words were harsh and untrue. He knew that, still his drunk self didn’t allow him to give in. “Look, I didn’t mean that. You said it yourself, I’m wasted.”

“And that makes it okay?” You ask as you turn away from him. Ethan sighed from behind you and reached out to grab your arm, retracting his hand when you pulled away from him. “Why don’t you go back to Jaz? Seems like the two of you were having a great time together before I got here.”

“Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll talk later.”

“No, we won’t,” you tell him and he turns back around to face you. “I mean it, we’re over. Don’t text me and don’t call me.”

Your words cut him deeper than you would ever know, and his heart ached at the tears that streamed down your face. But he was angry, and drunk, and a bit embarrassed. And so very drunk. “Fine,” he said again. “You don’t want me to text you? That’s fine by me. Thanks for ruining my night.”

He turned back around and went inside the house. You were left alone on the sidewalk, your eyes stinging as you grabbed your phone. After sending Chad a text about getting Ethan home safely, you began the walk back to your apartment and hoped to anyone that was listening that he didn’t go back to Jaz.

Not that you had a say in what he does, anymore.

-

The spam of texts you woke up to the next morning were unexpected and unwanted. But you still read each and every one of them.

2:34 AM

Ethan <3: we’re not rly broken up are we?

2:35 AM

Ethan <3: I didn’t mean what i said :/

2:56 AM

Ethan <3: pls answer me, I’m sorry

3:23 AM

Ethan <3: I told Jaz to fuck off for you haha

3:26 AM

Ethan <3: she punched me

3:34 AM

Ethan <3: i wish u were here :C

4:43 AM

Ethan <3: goodnight i love you im sorry

10:32 AM

Ethan <3: I don’t remember much of last night, but I do remember how awful I was to you. I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean any of it. 

10:37 AM

Ethan <3: If I could take it all back, I would. I love you and I hope you slept well because I sure as shit didn’t. Can we please meet up and talk about it in person? I miss you.

Your eyes ached from crying last night, and the brightness of your phone screen didn’t help.

After reading every text, you were more upset than you were last night. 

You tried to remember that he was very wasted and wasn’t himself because of that, but he still said what was on his mind; how being with you was a mistake. 

What was that saying? Drunk words are sober thoughts? Maybe it was true. Maybe Ethan had to get himself drunk so he could tell you how he really felt. 

What about the texts? He seemed pretty genuine. 

But how could you tell that over text? Maybe he was just feeling guilty and wanted to end things on a better note. 

Endless thoughts flooded your mind and you felt a headache beginning to set in.

So, unsure of what to say to him, you type a message that would surely get how you were feeling across perfectly.

I thought I told you not to text me.

Seen at 10:56 AM

-

“Y/n,” Ethan said as he stood in front of you. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The sound of his voice made you look up from your sketchbook, your eyes narrowing at your ex. You exhale harshly, looking back down at the page, scribbling in the grass you drew with a green pencil crayon. “I thought I told you not to talk to me,”

“Come on, you were serious?” He asked as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter. 

You looked up at him from your spot against the tree, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing the book against your thighs. “Were you serious?” You ask instead of answering his question. Your eyes linger on the bruise on his cheek, your mind going back to his texts of ‘I told Jaz to fuck off for you’ and ‘she punched me’. 

Your eyes darkened at the thought of her hitting him when she was the one who went and gave him drugs while also hanging off of him right in front of you.

But that was a conversation for another time.

He looked down at you, his brows furrowing as he stepped closer to you. “What do you mean?”

You glare up at him, dreading having to repeat his words from last night as you take a deep breath. “‘Being with you for this long was a mistake’?” You quote him and watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back. “Ring any bells?”

Ethan cursed under his breath before opening his eyes again and you could clearly see the regret clouding in them. “Fuck, Y/n,” he muttered and shook his head. “Baby, I didn’t mean that, I swear.”

You wanted to believe him, but you were also far too stubborn for your own good. “Then why did you say it?” You closed the sketchbook and reached for your bag as you held eye contact with him.

“I don’t- fuck, I don’t know,” he said, watching as you began to gather your things. His eyes widened at that, knowing damn well that you were seconds away from getting up and leaving him behind. “I’m an idiot and I promise I will never go near alcohol or drugs ever again.”

“It’s not about the alcohol or drugs, God, Ethan,” you shake your head and shove the book in your bag before standing up. “Do you even know it felt for me to hear you say those things? To hear the one person I trust and love more than- you know what? Forget it.” You begin to walk away from him, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you did so. 

“What? No, please, Y/n, baby, wait, I-” he was cut off when a guy from one of your classes stopped in front of you and blocked your way out of the gated area of the school.

“Hey, it’s Y/n, right?” The boy asked and Ethan glared at him from behind you. 

You give him a forced smile before nodding. “Yes,” you answer, stepping back to create some much needed distance between you two. “Hi, Simon.”

Simon gave you a sly smirk, glancing at the pissed off looking guy behind you. His smirk only grew and he looked you up and down before meeting your eyes once again. “I heard you and that boyfriend of yours are finally done,” he begins, knowing very well that your boyfriend was standing right behind you. 

“Finally?” You question and watch as his smirk widens. 

“I know, right?” He purposely takes your question out of context and steps closer. “So now that you and lover boy are over, what do you say about being with a real man?”

You visibly cringed and opened your mouth to respond when his hand reached out to touch your arm. Before it could, though, a hand wrapped around his wrist and roughly pulled his arm away from you. 

Ethan stood next to you, a protective and dangerous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. It made you swallow silently as you looked between the two guys, subconsciously moving closer to Ethan. “I think you’re a little bit out of your league there, Simon,” his voice was deep and deadly as he stepped in front of you, shielding you from Simon’s view. 

He didn’t give up easily, however, as Simon stood a bit taller, matching Ethan’s height. “Is that so?” He asks, tilting his head at the boy who covered you from his sight. “What makes you think that?”

“Mainly the confidence,” Ethan answers, watching as Simon squints at him in confusion. “It’s clearly just a cover up for how hopelessly useless you are to any girl who gives you the time of day. How many girls have you talked to within the past two hours? I’m assuming way too many as you had to resort to going after one that’s taken. Let me spare you the rejection we both know is going to happen if you continue to bore her with your awful excuse of a pick up line. She’s not interested.”

Simon remained silent as he glared at Ethan, his shoulders raising with every angry inhale he took. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he muttered, most likely wanting to intimidate the smaller, though not by much, boy. 

Ethan held his ground as he let out a sarcastic laugh. “What, that wasn’t clear enough for you?” He asked and dared to move closer to the jock. “Let me make it simple as possible; fuck off.”

While Ethan didn’t look mean or have the face of someone to fear, he became a different version of himself when defending those he cared for and loved. In this case; you. He wasn’t one to give assholes like Simon the time of day, but when it came down to defending you against guys like him? He was a completely different person. 

And Simon must’ve seen this as he scoffed and backed off, raising his hands in defense. His eyes lingered on the bruise Ethan wore and must’ve thought he had gotten it for a completely different reason, like a fist fight or something, as it clearly intimidated him just the smallest bit. “My bad, bro,” he muttered before turning around.

Ethan watched him walk away until he was out of sight, before turning to a stunned and silent you. His heart fell at the shocked look displayed across your face, taking it as a sign that he fucked up again. Would you ever talk to him again after this?

He opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it when he saw your look of surprise morph into one he’s seen you give him many times before. 

-

The walk back to his apartment went by in a blur and before he knew it, he was pushing open the door to his room without disconnecting his lips from yours. He backs you into the room and towards his bed, guiding your body around the various furniture crowding the space. He shrugs off his bag and throws it to the floor, and you do the same, sliding the strap off your shoulder and dropping it beside the bed just seconds before you fall onto it.

Ethan hovers over you, his lips never breaking away from yours as he grabs your waist and pulls your lower half against his. His tongue swipes across your lip and you open your mouth without a second thought, making him smirk into the kiss.

You were still his, and still so responsive. 

His lips broke from yours as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders, sucking a sizable mark onto your collar bone. And you allowed him, further proving to him that breaking up for even a second was a mistake, and that, as long as he had a say in it, you’d always be his.

“Did you sleep with Jaz?” You ask out of the blue, making his attack on your neck come to a complete stop.

“What?” He asked against your skin, his voice sounding muffled. 

You swallowed heavily and reached your hands up to grip his shoulders, making him lift his head to look at you. “It’s just…after what happened last night and the fight….” you trial off, looking to the side. “I just want to know if you slept with her, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” He asked in disbelief as he pulled away from your neck to getsure to his cheek. “Does this look like the face of someone who had sex last night?”

You stare at the bruise, your eyes softening as you bite down on your bottom lip. “No, but, the thought was there,” you say quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to get your feelings out. “She’s really pretty.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes at you, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “You’re prettier,” 

You force a smile out at that before shaking your head. “I bet all the guys find her hot,”

“All the guys except one,” he said and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “What’s this about? We’ve never had any trust issues before.”

“I know, it’s just….I thought, maybe, you liked her more than me,” Ethan’s mouth opens in shock at your words but you continue before he could say anything. “I mean, she invited you to that party for a reason. She likes to have fun, go to parties, get drunk, do drugs and I don’t like to do any of that stuff. I thought that maybe….maybe you realized you made a mistake by being with me when you could instead be with someone like her.”

When Ethan was sure you were finished, he positioned himself so his lower body was laying on yours and his arms were by either side of your head. “Baby,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I already told you, the only mistake I made with you last night was letting you walk home alone and letting you think that you’re not good enough for me. You’re better than every single other person in my life and I don’t deserve you. I love you and I fall in love with you more and more everyday. You’re my person, my best friend and my girl. I don’t care about anyone else. How could I when I have you?”

Your eyes stare into his and the familiar sting of tears forms, but you blink them away and caress the sides of his face. “I love you,”

Ethan leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away for just a second to mumble back an “I love you,” before he was closing the gap once more. One of his hands slid up your body to grasp at your chest, his thumb rubbing against the peak of your breast through your shirt. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Too perfect for me.”

His words set butterflies loose all over your body and send jolts of want directly to your core. Slowly, you could feel each and every negative thought you had about yourself slip away, and they were replaced with an overwhelming feeling of love for the boy currently on top of you. 

Ethan’s lips moved back down your neck and continued until he reached the hem of your shirt, where his fingers lifted it up enough to expose the skin of your stomach. “My pretty girl, how could I ever even look at someone else when you’re everything I could possibly want?” He pops open the button of your shorts and unzips them before sliding the jean fabric down your legs. “‘M so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t enough.”

You watch him with blown wide eyes as he inches closer and closer to your clothed core, a small smirk gracing his lips when he meets your eyes.

“Let me make up for it,” he murmured against the skin of your thigh. He placed a few kisses to both of your hip bones before tugging on the lace of your underwear with his teeth. “Let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

The thin fabric was pulled from your body in one swift motion and he was back to hovering over your core.

“Will you let me?” 

You’ve never nodded faster in your life.

That was all Ethan needed before he got to work with one goal in mind; fuck the insecurity out of you.

He licked a flat stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks on it harshly, giving you no warning as he got right into it. Your mouth opened in a quiet moan, your head dropping back on his pillow. 

Your hand reaches down to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through he curls as he swirled his tongue on your bundle of nerves. He moaned against you at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair and you felt another wave of want ripple through you. Your hips buck up involuntarily, making Ethan’s arms wrap under your thighs and his hands grip your waist as he pinned you down on the sheets. 

Ethan was never one to hold back his sounds in bed. If he was feeling good while taking part in bedroom activities, he made it known by the grunts, groans and whines that left him. It made you never question whether or not you were pleasing him as his sounds were proof enough. He even found pleasure when he wasn’t the one being touched, like right now. Just the thought of him being the one to get you off was more than enough to satisfy him. 

“Fuck, Ethan,” you moaned when he continued to circle his tongue around your clit, flicking and sucking and tugging until he felt your thighs press against his wrists, begging to close around his head. “Please.”

Ethan was stronger than you, though, especially in a situation like this, so his hands easily grabbed hold of your thighs and kept them spread apart. “My needy girl,” he mumbled when he pulled away from your swollen clit. “I’ve barely started and you’re already begging me for more.”

You knew you wouldn’t last long, not with the way he was touching you and definitely not with the way he was talking to you. Behind closed doors, he became a different person. It was such a big contrast to how he was in public. He was always seen as the shy, quiet guy who couldn’t possibly have one bone to fear in his body, but it was just an act, really. 

He liked playing up the role as the nice guy, the quiet friend who was always just there, when in reality, the things he did in his alone time were nothing short of sinful. And most of those sinful things happened when he was with you. 

When he was alone with you he became more needy, more desperate for you and he never failed to be overcome with the desire to please you, touch you, fuck you in any way he could. 

You were so beautiful and hot and his, how could he not want to just devour you everytime he got you alone?

Ethan pressed a final kiss to your clit before moving down and licking a line up your folds, hearing the sharp intake of breath from you as you tried to relax your thighs. 

Your other hand joined the one that was tangled in his hair, needing something, anything at this point, to hold onto as the last bit of your self control was slipping away from you as the seconds went on. 

Ethan spread your lips apart with the tip of his tongue before it easily slipped inside and was instantly coated in you. He keeps it there, still and unmoving, and waits for you to lift your head to look at him. When you do, like he knew you would, the corner of his mouth turns upwards and he begins to fuck the set of muscles into you.

Your eyes stare into his as his hands release the tight grip they had on your hips. Your hands leave his hair when he gently tugs at your wrists and he laces your fingers together before resting your joined hands on your stomach. 

Keeping eye contact, Ethan ran his tongue along your walls, feeling how they pulsated around him. You hopelessly clenched around him as a fire burns in the pit of your stomach, urging him to continue as desperate pleads leave your lips. “I love you,” you whispered in between moans. “Fuck, I love you.”

Your words fill in the holes in his heart that had formed last night, when he went to bed without knowing where you two stood, not knowing whether or not you were his anymore. As he let Chad push him onto this very bed a few hours after you broke up with him, he quickly realized that sleep wouldn’t overtake him as quickly as it would when he had the reassurance that you were still together. 

He was tired, but he also never felt more alive and awake than he did right now. It was only a couple of hours ago that he had set out to look for you (after reading your text that broke his heart further) with a sore face that he had yet to do anything about as it wasn’t even close to being a priority at this point. He had to find you, apologize and possibly beg you to take him back. 

Now he had you pinned to the bed, practically dripping for him because it was true. Your heart belonged to him, and his belonged to you. It was as simple as that.

At the feeling of your hands tightening against his, he knew you were close and he was desperate to get you to that point where you couldn’t focus on anything else other than him.

Him, who fucked you so good like he always did. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, please.”

When he lifted his head just a bit higher so his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, you were coming without warning. Your thighs encased his head, and this time he let you, and your body shook at the release flowing through you. 

Ethan continued to fuck his tongue into you until he was sure he swallowed every drop you had to give him, before pulling away with a boyish grin gracing his face. 

Heavy pants leave your lips as he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling his shirt off a few seconds later. He drops the fabric to the floor and pops open the button on his jeans but makes no move to push them down as he crawls back on top of you. His lips capture yours again, quickly taking your breath away once more. 

Within seconds his hands are tugging your shirt upwards and off your shoulders, carelessly tossing it aside to join his. Your fingers find themselves on the waistline of his jeans and you make quick work of unzipping them and pushing them down his legs, all while keeping your lips locked on his. 

Tugging down his boxers as well, you break away from the kiss and instantly his lips are on your neck, sucking his mark on you. Your hands hold his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you shift your hips upwards, creating the tiniest bit of much needed friction. 

Ethan got the hint pretty quickly, sensing that you had recovered enough and weren’t as sensitive as you were a couple of minutes before. Keeping one hand under your back, he moved his other downwards and lined himself up with you. Before he could allow himself to enter you, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand inching around your shoulders to brush away the stray strands of hair that messily covered your face. He tucked them behind your ear, keeping eye contact as he murmured, “You’re the only girl I could ever want. The only one I love,”

His lips brushed against yours as he slid past your folds, entering you easily. You moaned into the kiss, pressing your lips harder against his as you threw your arms around his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as he began to set a steady pace. 

“‘M sorry,” you whisper as your body moves with his thrusts. “I got jealous and I wasn’t being fair to you.”

Ethan shook his head as his pace slowed a bit, but not enough to the point where you felt the need to complain about the speed. You don’t think you could ever complain when being intimate with him as he never gave you a reason to. 

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours, his nose bumping gently into yours every time he slid back into you. “You have nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he told you, and his words made a small smile form on your lips as you stared at his slightly open mouth. “Nothing to apologize for when I’m the fuck up here.”

Your eyes flickered upwards and you looked into his brown irises, seeing a hint of guilt still present in them. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” you murmur, keeping his face close to yours. “Nothing matters as long as we’re together.”

Ethan grins as that, his hand smoothing down your hair as his hips grind into yours. “My sweet girl,” he mumbled. “You’re too good for me.”

His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss. Your hands move up to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through the strands when he resumed his pace from a couple seconds ago. Your moans are lost to his mouth as he kisses you with a desperation you haven’t seen since your very first time together, back when both of you were still virgins in high school. 

It wasn’t all that long ago, maybe just over a year, but it had still been a while since he kissed you, touched you, fucked you with such need, desperation and want. It had you feeling lightheaded and chills appeared all over your body, despite the room getting hotter as the seconds went on. 

The kiss was broken as Ethan tucked his head away against your neck, where he let out throaty groans that sent waves of heat directly to your core. You clenched around him when you heard his breathy grunts, your arms sliding under his to claw at his back.

The sting of your nails sinking into him had Ethan groaning loudly, his pace picking up and his hands gripping your waist tightly. While your fingers were sure to leave crescent shaped indentations on his skin, his were undoubtedly going to leave bruises on yours. 

He was actually surprised he hadn’t broken you yet with how rough his thrusts were and how tight his hands were holding you. You took everything he gave you and more and the thought had him holding himself back from an early release, one of his hands sliding down to wrap your leg around his waist. 

The new angle caused him to reach deeper into you, his tip brushing against the sensitive spot deep in your core. Your eyes rolled back and your chest arched up into his. Once your legs were locked around his hips, he used his free hand to tug down one strap of your bra. 

It fell off your shoulder easily and he reached around you to unclasp the black material. You helped him by sliding the other strap off and removing it from your body completely, dropping it into the growing pile of clothing beside his bed. 

With your chest now fully exposed to him, Ethan had no control over his movements as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He tugged on the bud, making breathy moans leave your lips and your eyes close. 

The sensation from both his hitting yours and his mouth on you was beginning to be too much. It didn’t help that every time he fucked into you, his skin would brush against your swollen and sensitive clit. 

Moans were freely leaving your mouth at this point and you no longer had any control over them. Your heels pressed against his lower back, effectively making him inch even deeper into your greedy heat. Your walls hugged his length in a tight grip that could only be described as a vice, your previous release allowing him to slip in and out of you with no resistance.

You tugged his head closer to yours, your teeth tugging on the skin below his ear. “I’m close,” you mumbled, the fire in your stomach growing with each thrust of his hips. 

“Yeah?” He asked, one hand reaching up to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen at the sudden pressure and your moans become more breathless as you lean into his touch. It wasn’t a tight hold he had on you, but it wasn’t a gentle one either. It was just enough to have you seeing stars in the best way possible. “You’re going to come for me again?”

The words he said in bed never failed to turn you on and have you unraveling beneath him. “Fuck, yes,” you whimpered, both from nearing the edge and from his grip on your neck. “Please, please, Eth.”

“Let me feel you,” he said through a clenched jaw, refraining from finishing before you did as his tip continued to graze against your sweet spot. “All over me.”

His words, that were borderline filthy, send you over the edge and you clench around him again, arching your back and pressing your head against the soft pillows. Your moans are music to his ears and he would happily have your sounds play on repeat in his head over and over again for the rest of his life.

Your eyes close as you let him use you in chase of his own release. The sensitivity makes your hands grip his shoulders tightly, your legs shaking around his waist as he reaches his climax as well. 

His warmth fills you up entirely, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he rides out his high, his whimpers and whines being lost to the skin of your neck.

Minutes go by with him still buried in your warmth, both your chests beginning to rise and fall at a regular pace. Ethan grins as he lifts his head, making your lips turn upwards as well as he leans in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I really am sorry,” he mumbles when he pulls away, his eyes fixated on your kiss swollen lips. “Again.”

You just shake your head and pull him back onto you as you turn on your side and cuddle into his chest. “It’s okay,” you say back, running your fingers over his chest. “Next time, instead of inviting me through text, just take me with you.”

Ethan nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around you as you tangle your legs together. “Deal,”

[count-horror-xx]

Til my jaw locks, til every last drop is gone, til my knees have carpet burns so badly you can see bone, until he's gripping the sheets so hard the mattress rips in his hand, until the bed post breaks in two, until he's crying,until it's fallen off and my lungs collapse

[3vergr3en]

First kiss with Ethan Landry

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Pairing: NonGF!EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

Genre: Overall fluff, a little suggestive towards the end.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I’m considering if I should make this a smut? Lemme know in the comments! 🤭

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You and Ethan were currently situated on your dorm’s couch, watching a newly slasher film that came out merely days ago for this weekend’s sleepover. This weekly tradition started a while back in the beginning of the school year when the two of you gave up studying for your guy’s shared class, economics and instead, decided to watch a horror film, Stab 1 to be exact. Who wouldn’t? It’s a classic. It now nears the end of your guy’s freshman year of college, and the both of you are excited to spend the summer together as well with your friends.

“Okay, now that was stupid of her.” You state, pointing ahead at your tv screen. Ethan stifles a chuckle and instead smile as he turn his head over to the side to watch you as you began to rant about common sense in horror films. “If you’re being chased by a killer, and you hear noise coming from somewhere, don’t go all scooby-doo or some shit and investigate! Bitch, get the fuck outta there!” You exclaim as you raise your arms up in disbelief, accidentally smacking Ethan’s forehead in the process. Gasping, you look at him with a shocked expression, your jaw falling open as your eyes widens twice its size. You hear him grunt, his eyes screwing shut as his hand goes to hold his head.

“I’m so sorry!” You repeat numerously like a mantra as you carefully rub his forehead. You press your lips together in an attempt to hold back your laughter. But when Ethan shoots you a certain look, the both of you burst out laughing, leaning against each other for support.

“I-It’s okay, really.” Ethan chuckles, reassuring you with a gentle hold around your wrist, bringing it down to rest on his chest.

Once you guys eventually regained your composure, you push back his fluffy, brown curls away from his forehead, “Are you sure you’re okay?” You hum, trying to examine his forehead in search for any visible bruises or marks, but you couldn’t when Ethan looks away.

And you don’t know if it was your eyes deceiving you or your mind playing tricks, but you could’ve swore that you saw his cheeks blush a light shade of red.

“I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?” You reach your hands up to cup Ethan’s cheeks and try to turn his head, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Ethan, I can’t see if you won’t look at me.” You sigh, fully turning your body around to face Ethan properly. But that still didn’t stop the young man in front of you as he continues to look away.

“Jesus, Eth, why do you have to be so stubborn?” You shuffle yourself onto Ethan’s lap, knees planted on each side of his hips as you finally succeed in making Ethan face you again. “Ethan! I need to see if you’re okay.”

He looks up at you with a flustered look, his curls softly bouncing when you finally stop jerking his head around. Your firm hold on him softens, and instead goes to rest on his broad shoulders. Everything around you suddenly goes quiet, even drowning out the movie playing in the background.

“You- uh- look okay.” You manage to whisper out, it’s very faint but audible for the male under you to hear. “Yeah?” He questions, his eyebrows slightly raising upwards, completing his dazed look. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and he hopes you can’t hear it, but you were too busy hearing your own heart hammering powerfully in your ears. “Yeah.” You nod, feeling you lose yourself in a sort of trance. A trance that gets you weak in the knees. And that was granted by the person who makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

His eyes swiftly glances down to your lips before linking back to your gaze once again. “I really, really want to kiss you right now.” He utters out, his hands finding a place on your waist. Your skin burns with anticipation for every faint touch of his fingertips. “Can I kiss you?” He asks gently but his grip pulling you flush against his body was anything but gentle, causing you to gasp against his soft, pink lips. Those lips that you dreamt of kissing. The lips that was asking to kiss you.

You lean in eagerly, connecting your lips with his as your response. You feel him relax against your body but his hands stayed firm holding your waist. You go to cup one of his cheeks, your thumb caressing the soft, hot skin. You guys pull your lips away from each other only to rest your forehead’s against each other. Ethan gives you a light-hearted smile, making your heart ache at the sight. You pull away to leave a reasonable amount of space between the two of you. “Was that okay?” You hear him ask as he gazes into your eyes with a look of validation. You let out a small, faint giggle as you nod. Ethan chuckles as he fixes his posture, “Good, because I want to kiss you again.”

With one of his hands, he goes to cup the side of your jaw and neck as he pulls you into another kiss. Your guy’s lips moves together in perfect sync, your heads swaying from side to side as you both push against each other. Your hand traveled up Ethan’s nape and into his brown curls, while the other was pressed flat against his chest, not to push him away, but just to make sure you have a grip on reality and not slip away into this euphoric moment. (but it might be a little too late)

“I— mhf, I like you so much, Eth.” You manage to get out in between kisses. As much as it would be easier to just pull away and confess, you just couldn’t get enough of his lips. Kissing him was your addiction, you couldn’t get enough of it. You gasp into his mouth when his fingers slip under your shirt, grazing your warm skin. “I like— fuck, you too, so much.” He replies back just as breathless as you.

His kisses begins to turn a bit more fervent, as well as his touch. His hand on your waist tracks down to your thigh. He squeezes the soft flesh, earning a soft, nearly inaudible whimper from you when you slightly pull away to breathe. He reciprocates the action as well, granting you both the time to catch your breathe. “Woah..” He pants, swallowing. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He smiles, “Can we do that again?”

[xob1tchs]

〈 drool — ethan landry

warnings; dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding kink, manhandling.

tl; @normsdaughter-alt @nellmademacandcheese @f4yerite @skyesthebomb @love4ldr @slut4drudy @certified-stargirl @thievin-stealing

a/n; happy kinktober! enjoy babes xx

his hands are calloused and rough, harsh from hours spent in the gym, benching weights nearly twice your size, now put to use holding your hips in place as he pumps smoothly in and out of you. your lips bitten, open in a wide and seemingly permanent state of awe, lashes clumped together from the tears and mascara running in streaks down your blushing face. he grunts, smiling menacingly above you, hovering above your face as he spits another empty insult. “can’t take it baby? not a good enough fucking whore.” you clench at his words, gasping to find a reply.

shaking your head furiously, you rebuttal “i can, and i god damn am.” you clench your teeth, supporting yourself on your forearms, catching his mouth in a swift kiss. he pulls back just as quick as you lean in, frowning down at you, thrusting in so hard you double over, already unsteady breath turning labored.

“you want it, baby? want this fat cock deep inside huh?” he whispers in your ear, and you slump into his neck, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. he knows you can’t answer, relishing in the glory of turning you to a mess like this. one only he gets to see.

your insides are turning into pure heat, a stinging pain aching in your thighs from the clenching multiple orgasms has caused, so you nod “please ethan baby, wan’it so bad” you cry out. you can feel the vibration in his chest against your cheek, laughter jabbing at your pride, but the lust curling around your consciousness is far more powerful right now.

“nuh uh, tell me what you want” he tuts at you. fingers curling in the damp hair at the nape of your neck yanking you away from his embrace harshly, back hitting the mattress with a thump. his thrusts come to a complete stop, and his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, spreading your legs open as wide as he can.

your bed creaks beneath your bodies as he shifts forward, cock pressing so deep you swear it moves your insides, swollen head pressing to your cervix, bulging the sweaty skin.

“fill me fucking full baby, want your kids in me” your head lulls to the side, eyes fluttering, heavy with exhaustion, threatening to close the longer he waits. you can feel him twitch inside of you though, pulsating enough to keep you somewhat conscious.

he chuckles, something so sinister beneath the warming noise. then he rolls his hips just enough to make you squirm, not fully giving in.

“eth please, i can’t anymore, just can’t do it anymore” your voice is heavy and raspy, wheezing in between your words as you try and look at him. curly hair matted to his forehead, veins bulging at his neck and down his arms. he definitely doesn’t look like the kind of guy that fucks you to blackout. but you don’t know anything you figure.

he hums, thoughtfully taking in your final plea before he picks the pace up once again, the orgasm you’ve been chasing finally seeming to creep over the edge.

“gonna fuck a baby into this” he grunts, one hand coming to press over your abdomen, thumb stretching down to pull the hood of your clit up, before he lets a glob of spit collect and drop to the swollen bud. you preen, burying the side of your face in your sheets, letting your mouth hang open as your back arches off the mattress.

his hand stays there when you cum, strength enough to trap your hips to the bed, legs quaking in the air, pleas and crys spilling involuntarily from your lips. he’s smiling, even if you can’t see it, he enjoys the way you writhe and shake.

biting his bottom lip he leans back just enough to watch your pussy as he lets go, whines of his own buried in his throat as his cock paints your gummy walls, pussy squelching around the base, globs of his cum and your wetness seeping out, covering his balls and staining your sheets, endless as he just keeps on cumming, filling you so full it becomes uncomfortable, and he has to pull out to just the tip, making sure most of it stays in.

leaning down, he cups your jaw, turning your head to look at him. your eyelids flutter open, a hiccup following, your chest bumping his with the force “you good baby?” he coos pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen mouth, licking up the spit that seeps from the corner, eyes quickly glancing to the side of your head before he snicker. “you drooled.”

you hum half heartedly, hiccuping again when he lets go of your jaw and your head bounces against the mattress softly “sleep” is all you can muster, but ethan knows what you really mean is shut up.

[loaksbitch]

scream vi spoilers — ethan landry gif.

if a slasher why pretty?