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I am a God

(Ethan Landry x Succubus!Reader)

succubus; A demoness from hell whose sole(?) purpose is to drain the souls of men either through seduction or murder. As long as they are nourished, they will always be healthy with flawless skin and hair and perfectly defined body. If they fail to feed, their beauty will wain a little, with their skin suffering acne breakouts and hair becoming dull and greasy.

contents- Jealousy, murder, illusions to sex, sexual language, graphic descriptions of death, virginity, corruption, obsession, reader is lowk yandere coded, setting and definition inspired by Jennifer's Body with canon divergence, severe canon divergence from Scream 5 & 6, possibly smut if i make another part or mini-series.

You’d grown up in Devil's Kettle, a small area of Upstate New York. Named after its iconic waterfall so deep that if something went in, it’d never come out. Rumors said that it was a portal to another dimension, or another planet, or hell. That was just the start of the paranormal-supernatural-ghost stories the town had to offer, if only people knew you were right there in front of them. Despite the town being ‘small’ it was definitely dense. Everyone in fact, did not know everyone. That’s probably why it took so long for you to finally meet Ethan, or maybe it was you turning that drew him subconsciously to you. Either way, you weren’t complaining.

Ethan Landry was different from other guys you’d been with. It wasn’t that he was a virgin, you’d had your fair share of those. It wasn’t that he was shy or nerdy or quiet, that's what you were looking for in a guy. It was that no matter what you did, what you suggested, he was in. If you told Ethan you were gonna kill him, he would look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Ethan Landry was different because he didn’t lust for you. You remember the first time you got with him, you woke up with a pimple on your cheek. It was small, unnoticeable to anyone but you. Still you knew something was off. You were unable to feed off him. Ethan Landry was different because he was in love with you, and you were in love with him.

So in love with Ethan in fact, that you’d stopped fucking as your means to feed. At first the choice between sex and murder as your means to snatch souls was easy. Sex was far less messy and it didn’t involve breaking any laws, but when Ethan told you he’d kill for you in the midst of hooking up, you figured you’d return the favor. Plus the thought of him seeing you, even if he already knew what you were, broke whatever semblance of a heart you had left. You had been sitting in Ethans bedroom, star wars and cheap-shot horror movie posters were plastered all over the walls, while Ethan complained about his older brother. You’d never liked Richie. Ethans older half-brother had always been weird. He’d leer at you anytime you came over despite being nearly ten years older than you. Ethan had been going on and on about how his parents always favored Richie. It was obvious why Wayne preferred Richie, Ethan wasn’t his son technically. And Ethan was always a reminder of that weird split he’d had with their mom. And his mom always favored Quinn, a mother-daughter bond. None of that bothered him, he’d accepted long ago that he was the least favorite and he was fine with that. What truly bothered Ethan was how Richie treated him. Always breaking his stuff, telling him that he was worthless and stupid despite the fact that he was the 27 year old still living with his parents. And that god-awful obsession he had with the stab movies. Ethan talked your ear off the entire night about how much he hated Richie.

And that’s how you ended up here. It’s a little past 10 and the Kirsch house is quiet. Quinn and Mrs. Kirsch out of town for the weekend on a girls trip, and Wayne out of the house taking the night shift. You had called Ethan over to your house, telling him you wanted to spend the night with him, not something unusual. More often then not one of you spent the night in each other's house. You told Ethan you were going to the store, not that you needed to lie anyways. Ethan wouldn’t rat you out and he wouldn’t have complained if he knew what your real plans were but you figured ignorance was bliss. Really you just needed an excuse to get Richie alone. You made your way inside, and after knocking on Richie’s door everything moved rather fast. He was quick to pull you in and start yanking your shirt off. You’re straddled on Richies lap, pushing the gross dark feeling about the fact your boyfriends brother showed no hesitation to try and fuck you to the side. You slowly place kisses down his neck, swallowing down the bitter feeling of the situation. Once your lips reached the base of his neck, you opened your mouth, teeth becoming rows of sharp fangs. You took a deep breath, and before he could look at you, you bit down. You could feel him trying to scream despite the blood filling his mouth. The only sound you could hear was him gurgling and choking on his own blood. You continued biting and drinking from his neck. When their dad got home he would have a sight to see. Richie’s head was nearly decapitated on one side and you were barely done with him. You moved to the other side of his neck taking as much blood from him as you could.

You’d told Ethan you’d do anything for him, and if that meant killing his brother so be it. You finally pulled away, unable to drain anything else from him. He was pale, blue eyes staring shell-shocked and wide up at the ceiling. You used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his blood off your face and neck before creeping out the back door and to your house again.

You were full.

tagz- @cham9ions @taylormarieee @sleepy-wyvern @lilthbunny

extra tagz (aka ppl who commented on my post w this idea)- @l9ndry @gwenloremain

#NEED A PART TWO #AHHH #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #lucifer recs

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Ethan Landry as spiderman headcannon

I'm thinking about Ethan as Spiderman ♡

The idea of Ethan as Spiderman makes me giggle.

did not proof read. |m.list

I start college in 4 weeks but more into my dorm in 2 😵‍💫🤮

Ethan would keep it a secret for as long as he could but one night, he forgot you were coming over, so he was messing around in his suit when you walked in, and he almost shot you with his web.

You yelled at him like a mother, and anytime you would make some smart comment about being a hero, he would hit you with the "Okay, MOOMM"

There would be some nights where if he got hurt pretty badly, he would go to your bedroom window. you would already have the first aid kit on your bed and the window unlocked, waiting for him.

After you found out about his spider side you begged him to take you swinging around the city, but he would say no for weeks until he realized you won't stop asking.

"I'm telling you this now, don't open your mouth unless you want to eat bugs for dinner."

"Yeah, yeah I'll survive bug boy."

When he started to get noticed by the public and people made merch he would 100% buy it and make you and him match when it was movie night

If it was a slow night in crime he would go to your place with wildflowers and tell you his favorite crimes he's stopped

When you guys' hangout he gets bored sometimes so he would start throwing your things and shoot them and web them to your ceiling and see how long it would take you to notice

His favorite thing is when you're across the room and he wants attention from you he would shoot his web across the room around your waist and pull you towards him.

Some nights when you clean his cuts when it's really bad you don't warn him you are cleaning it, so he yelps and slaps your hand away. "OW! that hurt what the hell y/n!"

"Oh, shush bug boy you are fine."

Some days you wanted him to set aside the spider-man persona and be Ethan for one night. Halfway through, it ends up in him running into an ally and swinging through the buildings while you watched.

He would walk around your room... like walk around! Walls and ceiling just walk around like it's normal.

If you were busy doing homework at your desk and he was on your bed, he would crawl on your ceiling and hang over you, wondering when you'd be done. "Are you don't yet?!"

You look up and see his face a few inches away. "No, I'm not, I'm sorry, but I need this to be done tonight, or I won't get it done at all!"

He leaves web messages around town for you.

He let's you play with his web shooters

He left a suit at your house and came over one day to you, trying it on. "Baby- what- what are you doing"

You freeze. "WHAA NOTHING"

He laughs and holds your face "God you're so adorable!" He then kisses your face everywhere.

Sometimes, he lets you be the man woman in the chair.

Making spiderman themed bracelets. He never takes it off!

He would 100% start teaching you fighting moves just because crime has gotten worse

He makes you carry pepper spray which back fired-

He thought it would be funny to scare you one day but you had the pepper spray and you sprayed him

"Ahhhhhhhh OWWW WHAT THE HELL"

You couldn't help but feel terrible at first but once he healed he just acted like a baby.

"I though I'd never see again!"

When he's swinging around town and he see that you see him he waves aggressively.

Even though he's a spider when he sees one he still freaks out.

"Y/N THERES A SPIDER ON YOUR WALL!!!! ITS BIG A GROSS!!!!" He stood on you bed scared.

"Now what did we say? No talking about yourself like that!" He threw a pillow at you while you laughed.

When he catches another criminal he ends up break dancing in his suit.

There is no doubt in the world that this boy would go shopping but mid spree his spider tingles when off and he came home without the food.

"DID YOU FORGET THE FOOD AGAIN???"

He makes uses his webs in school. You don't like when he does but sometimes he does it for you. "Ughh there's only one muffin left" you were close to the end of the line.

He looks around and stretched his arm out activating the webs. He grabbed the muffin and before you can fully blink he put it in your hand. "Love you"

Talks way too much when fighting

Dances in the middle of fighting

Gaslights the criminal

"Oh no not knives please it's my worst fear" he falls covering his face.

"Yeah that's right punk-" he shot his webs ans then just used the robber as shooting practice.

100% makes "pew pew pew" noises when he shoots his webs

#WAHHHHH #LOVE SPIDER-MAN!ETHAN #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #lucifer recs

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i’m gonna cry i move in next week😭😭

i'll be a call away

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: Ethan comforts Y/N after she moves to college

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“Alright, I think that’s it.” Ethan said, huffing as he put the cardboard box down. She looked down sadly at the last remaining box on the floor. He looked at her and ducked his head to meet her gaze. She flicked her eyes to him, slowly watering. “Oh, baby,” he cooed softly and pulled her into a hug.

“I want to go home.” She whined, resting her head on his chest. He rubbed her back soothingly as she softly cried. He wanted her to go home too. A selfish part of him wanted her to stay home and take online classes, but he knew she needed to be at this school. 

“I know you do honey, but you’re gonna have fun here. You’re gonna do so well.”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes. He smiled at her and kissed her on her head. Ethan grabbed her hand and led her to sit on her bed. She slowly hopped on, and she immediately curled into a ball. He jumped on next to her and situated himself to hug her from behind. He rested his arm around her stomach, to which she grabbed his hand. 

Ethan lifted his chin up to sit on her shoulder, and he softly kissed her cheek. “I love you, I’ll only be a call away.” he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and she slightly smiled at his words. 

“I know you’re scared, but I know you’re going to meet cool people, and you’re going to have so much fun. You’re gonna do things on your own for the first time, and I’ll be here to watch.” He played with her hair, twirling a few strands.

“You’re not gonna be here though, to cuddle.”

Ethan smiled giddily suddenly, jumping up off the bed. Y/N held her head up and looked at him with confusion. “I was hoping you would say that,” He started while opening the box that he had set down earlier. He pulled out something and held it behind his back, turning towards Y/N and smiling. 

“What is it?” She asked timidly. He walked to the side of the bed and smiled down at her, before pulling out the object to reveal a brown stuffed bear. It wore a blue shirt, and around its neck, was a gold heart-shaped locket. As soon as she laid eyes on it, she started to cry. 

“Baby,” He said worriedly as he reached for her.

“It looks like you.” She cried, putting her hand on the bear’s chest. She looked at the matching shirt it wore, the same as Ethan’s favorite shirt, and held the gold locket charm. 

“Look inside,” 

She opened the locket, her shoulders dropped, and her head tilted. It was a picture of Ethan, cheesing like the absolute dork he was. He held his hands up in a heart pose near his chest. “Ethan, this is adorable.”

He smiled happily at her, and he sat down on the bed next to her, watching as she admired her gift. 

“Now whenever you miss me, you can cuddle Ethan Jr.” 

“‘Ethan Jr.’?” she laughed, looking at him. 

“Oh!” He slightly yelled. He grabbed the bear’s right hand and gently squeezed it. Y/N heard shuffling near the hand, and then heard a soft “I love you!”, recognizing Ethan’s voice. She sighed as she looked at the bear, then looked at Ethan, who still had a dopey expression. 

“You got Ethan Jr. a voice box?” she asked, giggling. He nodded at her and wrapped her arms around her, kissing her neck and cheek. He tackled her down, positioning her to lay back on the bed. Ethan’s curls bounced as he settled himself on top of her chest, sighing. Her hands found their way to his hair, running them through. She softly smiled to herself, and she felt her anxiety slowly start to disappear.

“I meant it earlier, you call me and I’ll get here.” Ethan whispered, at the edge of sleep.

“I know, Eth. I love you. Thank you for everything.” 

Ethan lifted his chin up to rest on her chest. He smiled once more as the corners of his eyes wrinkled. He knew this sadness in her would pass after a week, he knew she would meet new people and immediately click with them, and he knew she would thrive. He just wished she could do it with him; but seeing her face, the way she looked at him, he wasn’t worried.

“I love you more, my love.”

(a/n: I just moved in my apartment and wishing I had an ethan jr. bear)

#oh this hurts #oh lord #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #lucifer recs

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AND THE CROWD REJOICES !!

they broke up i think this is very … (the person was saying how being with someone who goes against his views is bad) https://x.com/loganphy/status/1691799435150242047?s=46&t=docM6qwRnZ59VAVR3Iy8aw

yall… war is fucking over

#jack champion #haley adams u will never be famous #haley adams is over party #lucifer talks

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ik i prob shouldn’t…but i’ll be looking at my tarot cards and think abt asking abt certain celebrities / content creators

anyways how r y’all!! i’ve been busy w college prep so i haven’t gotten around to some stuff lmao

#lucifer talks

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fr bc girl wtf is this😭😭if u rlly chabged u would know that this is NOT a real statement… “liked a few tweets” mis nalgas man.

i pray for my ancestors to be on her ass🙏

OH EM GEEEEE

GIRLS JUST MAKE A REAL STATEMENT

#her name is going on a jar TONIGHT #haley adams #haley adams is over party

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NEVER HAVE I TEARED UP LIKE THIS OH LORD

virtuous mother

Pairing: Soft!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Fluff, angst, mommy issues

Summary: Ethan comforts reader after her mother makes her feel worthless

(a/n: this is for the girlies with mommy issues<3)

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She had always felt as if she could never be good enough; not for herself, her mother, nor her boyfriend. She knew she could never be enough for herself or her mother, but she had no idea how much she meant to him. Growing up, she had a good childhood. A good group of friends, dolls she could play with, everything she could have wanted. Unfortunately, growing up, she didn’t understand her complex relationship with her mother; not until she was older. She noticed how her mom would judge her style of clothing, and how she would judge others for their opinions. She didn’t realize how much her mother would have hated her own daughter if she knew everything about her.

Ethan had been supportive of her for as long as she could remember. Before they started dating, Ethan would notice how closed off she would be about her family, so he took it upon himself to make her feel wanted and loved by him. When she said yes to a date, he was ecstatic to say the least. He always had a crush on her, ever since they met in a shared class. 

Now they were going six months strong together, happier than ever. She lived in New York City with her loving and cute boyfriend, far, far away from her mother. How could things go bad?

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“Babe, you gotta wake up.” he said groggily, gently rocking his girlfriend’s sleeping body. She groaned softly as she slowly woke up. He gently placed his palm on her cheek and rubbed over her skin with his thumb. “Wake up sweetheart,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead. 

She yawned and stretched her arms up. Ethan jumped at the opportunity and wrapped his arms around her before pulling her up over his shoulder. 

“Ugh! Ethan!” she giggled slightly annoyed. He laughed as she tried to fight him off, kicking her legs. He carried her into their shared bathroom and dropped her down in front of the mirror. 

He held her by her shoulders and faced her towards the mirror. “Get. Ready.” He said in a playful tone. She looked up at him innocently before giggling. “You’re such a brat.” He said smiling as he walked back into the bedroom. She smiled to herself before beginning her morning routine. As she washed her face, she recognized a faint smell of bacon. Rushedly, she dried her face and ran into the kitchen, stopping once she saw Ethan in front of the stove flipping pieces of bacon. She looked towards the wall by the fridge, seeing the old family picture she kept from years ago. It was a picture of her and her mother, smiling while linking arms. She shook her head and walked towards Ethan.

“Smells good,” she complimented as she walked up to hug him from behind. He leaned into her touch and hummed softly. Ethan scraped up the last pieces of bacon onto a plate and picked one up to hold to her mouth. She happily took a bite and smiled at him. 

“You want me to make you coffee?” She asked as he sat down at their mini dining table. Ethan looked up at her and nodded, smiling brightly. 

The next half-hour consisted of the two conversing about their week and what their plans would be for the day. 

“Wait, wait, so Chad dared you to wear what to class?” 

She laughed trying to steady herself as her boyfriend looked at her with a shocked expression. “He dared me to wear my giraffe onesie.” 

He held back a laugh and squinted his eyes at her. “Tell me you didn’t, Y/N,” 

She looked at him in silence for a few seconds, before they both broke out into a laughing fit. He deeply sighed as he held his face in his palms. “I did,” she giggled out as he shook his head. 

A knock on the door caused her to control herself while Ethan was still face-palming. She stood up and walked towards the door still slightly giggling, but immediately stopped once she opened the door. 

“M-Mom,” she said softly, looking at her mother who she had not seen in well over a year. Her mom looked roughly the same, on the contrary to her, her hair might’ve been a little shorter though. 

Her mom looked at her diligently as she studied her appearance. She looked different since the last time she was with her mom. 

“Are you going to let your mom in or do I have to stand out here?” Her mom joked, with a hint of judgment. Y/N slightly jumped as she widened the door open, allowing her mother to walk in. 

Her mom looked around the small of her apartment and blinked with confusion as her eyes landed on Ethan. He wiped his mouth quickly as he stood up. 

“H-Hi, I’m Ethan.” He introduced himself nervously. He held out his hand to her, but retracted once she looked away. 

Y/N shifted awkwardly under her mother’s gaze, worried about what she would say next. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, or that you lived with him.”

Ethan looked between the two of them in silence. The only thing Y/N could hear was her loud heartbeat. She inhaled deeply before responding. “Mom, you were the one who said to not call you.” Her mother crossed her arms over her chest. She used to be scared when she was younger when her mother did that, but now she held her head up. “How did you even find out where I lived?” 

“I asked your father.” 

“He shouldn’t have told you.”

Her mother laughed as she rolled her eyes. “This is just like you; to run away and move in with the first boy you see. What did you have to do for him to let you, huh? Are you still the slut you were years ago?”

She winced as her mom yelled at her, especially at the last sentence. Her eyes started to water, and she felt herself starting to become unstable. 

“That’s enough,” Ethan spoke causing Y/N to snap out of her trance. “You shouldn’t speak to her like that.” 

Her mom snapped her head towards Ethan. He didn’t move, he stood his ground and kept his stern gaze at her. Y/N felt herself start to panic, her worst nightmare was happening, and she didn’t know how to stop it. 

“This is none of your business.” She spat at Ethan. “This is between me and my daughter.”

Y/N shoved her away from Ethan, surprising both Ethan and her mom. “I am not your daughter anymore. The day you kicked me out was the day I stopped being your daughter.” Her voice was shaky, but her words cut deep. Ethan was proud of her for standing up to her mom. He would kiss her right now if it wasn’t for the situation they were in. 

“You will always be my daughter; whether you like it or not. And you want to know something?” her mother stepped closer to her, inches away from her face. Y/N could see all the details and lines in her mother’s face. She noticed the circles under her eyes, the new wrinkles that flowed around her face, and the gray tones of her skin. She looked awful.

“You’re going to turn out exactly like me,” she said. “And then your kids will hate you too.” 

With that, she walked out the door, and she slammed it shut, making the old family picture fall and break. As the door shut, Y/N dropped down to the floor, softly whining as she began to cry. Ethan rushed towards her and hugged her. He hugged her the way her mother should have. He hushed her as she sobbed; he hated seeing her like this. There had been only two times he’s seen her like this; the first time was after her parents got divorced, and the second being the time after her mother called her drunkenly in the middle of the night. 

“I hate her.” Y/N cried. She rocked herself back and forth on the floor as Ethan rubbed her back and repeatedly kissed her. Ethan looked at her sadly, to which she reciprocated.

“Let’s get you up,” he whispered, picking her up bridal-style. He carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. He hugged her tightly before leaning over to turn the water on, drawing a bath. Ethan watched the temperature making sure it wasn’t too hot, all the while he kept his hand on her knee. As the tub filled, he asked her softly if he could take off her clothes, to which she nodded her head. After a few minutes of him gently pulling off her clothes and kisses in between, he undressed himself and helped her into the bath. She sniffled as he sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’m gonna take care of you.” he promised.

He situated her in between his legs with his arms wrapped around her. She laid on her side on his chest, her fingers caressing his soft skin. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, E.”

“You know she’s wrong, right? You’re nothing like her, and you will never be anything like her. Your kids, if you want any, are going to love you. ‘Cause you’re a good person, unlike her.” She wanted to believe his words, but a part of herself deep inside her thought she was like her mom, and that she couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

“I hope so.” she admitted. 

“I know so. I’ll be there to help you pick yourself back up. Every. Time. Because I love you. I love you, because you are nothing like your mother.” Ethan smiled down at her. He hoped she knew he meant every word. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. 

She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She tried to muster up a response, but her mind was too drained. He noticed this, and he softly kissed her on her lips. “Don’t say anything, just lay here, and let me hold you. I love you.” She softly hummed as he started to play with her hair. She knew he was there for her, the way her mother wasn’t. He loved her for her different opinions, he loved her for her unique style, and he loved her, because she really was nothing like her mother. 

#THIS IS TOOOO GOOD #MY MOMMY ISSUES REALLY SAID “BOOM GET READ” #LOVE THIS #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #lucifer recs

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guys this is difficult this is proving to me that yes english is in fact my second language COMO CHINGADOS SE DICE MASA EN INGLÉS XFABOR AYÚDENMEEEE

im writing a latina!reader x ethan landry fic

AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME

#lucifer talks #ABOUT TO MAKE YHIS DPANGLISH BC DUDDENLY IDK ENGLISH #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry

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im writing a latina!reader x ethan landry fic

AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #lucifer talks

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distracting sub!ethan during his studies???

Stress Reliever (Ethan Landy x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Okay so I had a LOT of fun with this and it got way out of hand. But I like it a lot because sub!Ethan is fucking delicious and I want to bite him. Thank you for this request because not gonna lie I went insane.

Length: 3k

Warnings: 18+, langauge, smut, p in v, oral Fem!receiving, slight degradation, established praise kink, multiple orgasms, sub!ethan, dom!reader, Ethan being a pathetic mess, slight blood play, mentions of Wayne being an ass, etc

Ethan was falling behind big time.

He had no one but himself to blame, really. He’d allowed himself to get distracted, breaking the promise he made with himself that he wasn’t going to fuck up his own college experience because of his father’s vendetta. He knew the only reason he was here, the only reason his dad funded his college education to begin with was to get close to the Carpenter sisters, but he decided to make the most of it.

And now he was fucking falling behind, on the verge of being kicked out before his next semester regardless of the outcome with Sam and Tara and he knew what Wayne would do to him if that happened.

He groaned as he checked the time on his phone, the big numbers bold and screaming at him that it was 2:40am. He felt hopeless, stupid. And he had no one to blame but himself.

“Whatcha doin’?”

He smiled when he heard your sleepy voice from behind him and spun around in his chair. “Can’t focus.” He said, eyes scanning you as you stretched your arms above your head with a yawn, your tank top riding up a little and your hard nipples, completely on display due to the cranked up AC, pronounced and visible through the flimsy material.

Fuck, you had to be doing this on purpose surely. You wearing the thin baby blue silk shorts and practically see through matching tank made you nothing short of irresistible to him, even more so than usual, and he knew you knew that.

You let out a small tut, beginning to walk toward him. “Aww, poor baby.”

You sat down sideways on his lap, circling your arms around his neck and giving him a light kiss on his full lips to which he almost too eagerly reciprocated.

“I think I’m gonna flunk out.” He said with a sigh as the kiss broke and he looked back at his laptop in dismay. “I just can’t wrap my head around any of it.”

You frowned a little, reaching up a finger to try and smooth the stressful creases out of Ethan’s forehead. You didn’t like seeing him this way, so stressed and you didn’t want to see him flunk out. You knew he was smart, but he just struggled to put his thoughts into action. Unsurprisingly, he was like that with a lot of things.

“I can take some stress away if you like.” You said with a small upturn of your shoulders.

Ethan raised an eyebrow at you, shaking his head a little.

“Are you capable of thinking of anything else?“ He asked with an affectionate smile.

“Nope.” You smiled back, popping the “p.”

“As much as I never turn it down, I don’t think it’s really gonna help.”

He let out a small flinch as he felt you adjust yourself on his lap, one of your legs lifting over so you were now straddling him on the chair, hands softly stroking the base of his neck. You felt him shiver and swallow and you almost laughed at the fact that after all this time of being together, you still made him painfully nervous.

“You sure?“ You asked softly with a subtle tweak of your hips. Subtle, but effective because he instantly started squirming beneath you.

“I… Can’t.” He mumbled, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. “I gotta study.”

You pretended to sigh sadly, grasping some of his hair in your hand and pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at you.

“Ethan, you think I’d do anything that would make you flunk out of college?“

He shook his head.

“You’re stressed, tired and are not gonna be able to focus until you get rid of some of this tension.” As you spoke, your hands danced to the back of his neck again, fingers gently pressing down on his rigid, tense

shoulders. He winced a little at the satisfying pressure, brown eyes already wide and needy. Too easy.

“Can’t.” He mumbled again, fingers grasping the soft material of your silky tank. “You’re really distracting, you know that right?”

You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes at him. “Aw, you getting mad at me?“ you teased, fingers going back into his hair, pulling him close to you so you could whisper in his ear, “You won’t be after I fuck the stress away.”

You heard his breath hitch a little, felt the warmth already spreading through his cheeks and you pulled back to look at him, reaching behind you to move his hands to your ass. You felt his fingers instinctively grab it, a satisfied smile lighting up your face.

His laptop hummed dully behind you as you gently leaned down to kiss him, wrapping your arms securely around his neck and pressing your tongue against his lips lightly, making him shiver before you pulled back again.

“This is due-“

“Ethan, shut up.”

He clamped his mouth together. God, he’s so good, so fucking obedient.

“I know it’s due soon-“ As you spoke your hands slid down his body toward his loose fitting sweats, tugging at the elastic waistband, “-And I promise as soon as I’m done with you, you can get back to it. Okay? Hell, I’ll even help you.”

Your hand lightly grazed over his swelling cock through the thin material of his sweatpants and a small whine escaped his lips. You paused for a second, eyebrows raising. “You’re not wearing underwear? Naughty boy.”

His blush deepened and he ducked his head down a little. “Don’t be shy, baby.” You said softly, moving a finger to lift his chin up and softly bumping your lips against his.

You adjusted yourself on top of him so your heated core ground down against him, making him jump a little at the sudden pressure. His eyes flickered to his desk once more before he decided fuck it and his arms wrapped around your waist. “Look who's changed his mind.” You said teasingly before crashing your lips against his. He groaned a little into your mouth as your hips began to roll against him, feeling your heat through his sweats.

“Feels s-so good.” He mumbled against your lips, eyes screwing closed.

“You can do better than that.” You said, pulling back a little and standing up. His fingers clutched around the empty air, a frown on his face as he watched you walk away.

“Where you goin’?“ he asked with a small pout.

“Bedroom, obviously.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you heard the chair squeak and his hasty footsteps right behind you. You opened your shared bedroom door, gesturing for him to walk in ahead of you and all but slammed the door once you were both inside. Ethan turned around to face you, his eyes wide and excited.

You beckoned him over with your finger and he happily obliged you, walking quickly in front of you and resting his large hands on your hips.

In any other case, you’d tease him for a while, play around with him. But it was late, he had work to do and you were ridiculously horny. So it was straight to it.

You jumped and he instinctively lifted you, his strong hands gripping your ass as you bent your head down to kiss him eagerly, fingers knotting in his soft brown curls. Carrying you, he walked over to the bed and sat down, your legs still wrapped around him like a vise before you shifted your weight so you fell on the bed and pulled him by his arm so he was on top of you.

His face turned confused and you laughed a little, saying, “You gotta top at least once, baby.”

His face turned up in a grin and he nodded eagerly, dipping his head down to press his lips against the soft skin of your neck, starting to pepper kisses down to your collarbone as you sighed, head tilting back against the pillow.

He pulled his head back so he was looking at you, eyes darting down before settling on your eyes again, “Can I…” he trailed off, one of his hands moving to rest on the elastic band of your shorts.

Knowing how much he got off to eating your pussy, you smiled a little, nodding your head and he eagerly slid his hand down your shorts, groaning quietly as he discovered you weren’t wearing any underwear either. His fingers moved lightly over your pussy, dipping his finger inside of your hole to collect some of your juices before dragging his fingers over your clit skillfully, using the moisture as lubricant.

Fuck, you really had taught him fucking well. He was a far cry away from the inexperienced virgin he was when you’d first met him.

You could feel him rock hard and pressing against your thigh as his fingers moved in quick and precise circles, the sensation making you moan his name softly into his ear.

“Before I fuck you-“ You started, still speaking lowly into his ear “- You’re gonna make me cum with those fucking fingers, alright?” The delicious whimper falling from his lips made you clench around nothing, arching your hips up so his fingers would move to your desperate cunt. He caught on fast, eagerly plunging two of them knuckle deep inside of you and curling them until he found your sweet spot.

“Fuck- Mm fuck baby, u-use your tongue too.” You stumbled over your words a little but he listened, quickly sliding his fingers out of you to hastily yank your shorts down your legs, leaving them hanging around your ankle before you felt his lips instantly attach to your clit and his fingers move back inside of your desperate hole, making your back arch off the bed with a low and dragged out, “fuckkkkkk!” escaping you.

Ethan knew every part of your body better than he knew his own. He absolutely adored going down on you, nothing giving him more pleasure than feeling your cunt clenching around his fingers and your juices drip down his chin as he sucked indulgently at your clit, brown eyes looking up at your face all the while.

Your hand moved to grip his curls, forcing his head still as he twisted and curled his fingers inside of you and sucked and licked eagerly at your throbbing clit, desperately needing to feel you cum.

“I-I’m close god.” You gasped out. You felt his fingers pull out of you and his tongue take their place, plunging deep inside and eagerly curling to taste as much if you as he could, his fingers instead moving to rub over your strained clit at the impossible pace he knew would have you cumming in seconds as his tongue swirled around your walls hungrily.

You cried out, grinding your cunt on his face till his fingers had no choice but to fall out of the way and he let you ride out your high on his face to your own accord, his tongue out as your rubbed your clit against his nose and mouth and completely revelling in the sound of you moaning out, “Such a good boy, such a fucking good boy,” over and over again until you finally finished.

You were still twitching a little as you felt him crawl his way back on top of you, pausing to reach up and wipe his mouth. “No,” you said quickly, pulling his lips to yours again and tasting yourself in his mouth, your taste on his tongue only riling you up again.

“I know I said you need to top at least once, but you did such a good job,” he smiled down at you before you moved from under him so you were knelt beside him, pushing him on his back. It was at that point you’d noticed that at some point he’d already pulled his sweats off, his cock resting nice and hard against his stomach. “Oh!” You laughed a little, moving one leg over so you were straddling him and the head of his dick was just lightly brushing over your dripping cunt, making him shiver. “Eager?”

He nodded his head and you tutted once.

“Yes.” He said quickly, understanding at once. He had to use his words.

“Good boy.” You cooed down at him, reaching between your bodies to grasp his shaft in your hand. You felt him tense under you as soon as your hands wrapped around him, pumping him gently as small whimpers already began falling from his pretty lips. “I’m gonna fuck the stress away, okay?”

“Yes! Yes please, please-“

His voice trailed off as he felt you like him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down till your ass was resting on his thighs, sighing contently at the familiar stretch. You looked down at Ethan’s face, never tiring of his beautifully wide eyed expression as you enveloped him entirely. His fingers gripped your waist, shaking a little as he tried his hardest not to move as you began to slowly, far far too slowly, roll your hips.

“Please?” You heard him whisper to you imploringly and you sighed a little. You did promise him this would be a stress release.

Without responding you gradually began to move your hips faster until you were bouncing on top of him, urging his hips to move and match yours. He eagerly thrusted his hips, whining every so often as you clenched around him, milking his cock and determined to make him fall apart in less than a few fucking minutes.

He watched as engrossed as ever as even as your head tilted back, the noises you were making for him driving him nuts in the process. He needed to feel you cum around him so he tapped your thigh lightly to grab your attention, forehead furrowed in effort not to cum before you did.

You looked down at him, raising a questioning eyebrow before he uttered “Please may I touch you?” in the most gorgeously pleading voice you’d ever fucking heard.

Your eyes flickered down to his twitching fingers gripping your hips and you laughed a little, saying in a teasing tone, “So fucking desperately trying to get me off again when you’ve just made me cum all over your pretty face? This is meant to be for you, remember?”

“I- fuck. I know. Just need to feel it so bad. Please?” His brown eyes were so needy, so filled with desire to make you fall apart around him.

How could you say no when he asks you so fucking prettily?

“Yeah, do it then. Get me off again.” As soon as the words were out of you, you couldn’t help but laugh at how fucking fast his fingers darted to your exposed clit and started sloppily rubbing with such vigorous determination, moving in time with your grinding hips. “Fuck, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? My needy pathetic fucking boy“ You said with a soft groan, leaning back and resting your hands on his knees so he could get the full view of his throbbing cock sliding in and out of your pussy as he echoed your words, “I am. I’m so fucking pathetic,” in an almost broken voice.

You know how much he loved seeing what he was doing to you, marvelling at your juices leaking out of your cunt and covering his thighs.

The delicious sight made a loud, unfiltered whimper spill from his lips and you lifted your head to look at him, smiling at his strained expression to stop himself from cumming. He knew better than to do it without your permission.

“You wanna cum, baby?” You asked breathlessly as his eyes snapped up to your face. His fingers were shaking as he sloppily rubbed your clit, his head softly bobbing up and down as he managed to speak a broken “Yes please, fuck yes please!”

You felt the pressure begin to build as looked from his pretty face almost screwed up with concentration to his fingers still messily moving over your clit. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Do it.” You managed to utter, cunt already clenching around him desperately.

And he did. He fucking did.

With a loud, gasping, almost choked out sob he came and he came hard, his fingers falling away as he began filling you up and tipping you over the edge in the process. Your body fell forward so your hands were resting on his chest as you came with a loud and almost pornographic moan, digging into his creamy skin so hard it drew blood which only seemed to send him into another twitching and writhing aftershock, pathetically and weakly thrusting his softening cock into you, forcing his cum in your hole even deeper.

You stayed like that for a while, catching your breath before looking down at his wonderfully blissed out expression. You leaned forward, making him wince slightly as his soft cock edged out of your dripping hole and lightly licked over the small crescent shaped cuts on his chest, hearing him moan weakly as your tongue swiped over the blood and you moved up to kiss him gently.

“You still stressed, baby?“ You asked softly against his swollen lips.

His eyes fluttered open as you pulled back, a lazy smile on his face as he shook his head, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “Not anymore.”

“Good. Now let’s go make sure you don’t flunk out.”

You stood up from the bed, smiling a little at the feeling of his cum leaking out of your pussy and dribbling down your thighs.

He shakily stood up after you, cheeks and chest still flushed as he reached for his clothes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked with a disapproving raise of your eyebrows.

“I’m.. I’m getting dressed?” He said it as a question, pretty face confused.

“I said earlier I’d help you. In order for me to help you I’m going to need you to stay like that.” You gestured to his body loosely with your hand, a smile on your face.

“Why?“ He asked, brown eyes immediately brightening again.

You walked toward him, leaning up on your toes to gently press your lips against his, fingers curling into his hair before saying softly, “Every question you get right the more I’ll reward you.”

#everyone wake up mrsaltieri uploaded #SUB!ETHAN AAAAAAAA #nsfw recs #ethan landry smut #RAHRAHRHA

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HERE ME OUT…HE SURVIVED THE KNIFE TO THE THROAT, CLEARLY

THE TV COULDNT HAVE DONE THAT MUCH DAMAGE…IT WAS HALLOW AND W/O ELECTRICITY AND HE WASNT SHOT IN THE HEAD

i say we should all be delulu😁

we are getting scream 7, but ethan landry won’t be there, i want to cry i miss him

#ethanlandry #jack champion #i need him back #idc what anyone says #i’m delulu #lucifer talks

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UPDATEEES

almost done revising part 2 of “they belong to me”

just minor stuff !! i’ve got a lot in my back pocket too so :)

also was wondering if any of my followers / moots would like a two card tarot reading :) completely free !! i need to practice more and get back into it so yeah !! you can reply or dm me, depending on how comfortable you are with it being public

that’s all !! :D

-lucifer

#lucifer talks

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my thoughts on the current situation.

idk y’all i didn’t have many thoughts abt haley like i didn’t know much abt her besides she’s like an athlete, but seeing that she supports someone like trump, a movement meant to mock black lives matter, and say + condone fatphobia- it makes me extremely angry.

it’s in me to want to believe the best in people, but only if change is seen in their actions - and haley hasn’t provided that. she’s provided quite the opposite actually with her deleting tweets / likes and not addressing anything. while actions may speak louder than words, this is an instance where it isn’t applicable. honestly, the only way i’d no longer see her in a bad light is if she addresses everything directly.

as for jack, i do feel disappointment to an extent. as previously said; i want to believe the best in people. given that he’s shown pretty leftist beliefs and morals, i want to believe that he simply didn’t know - hell, many if not majorly of us didn’t know about the tweets and such until now. but if nothing happens if haley doesn’t address anything, it would be very telling of his character and i can’t support someone like that.

the whole age gap thing always seemed weird to me ngl, but that’s besides my main point.

i just hope someone addresses something :/

#jack champion #lucifer talks

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NEED A PART TWO

hi! could i request something with ethan x fem!reader (or gn, whichever makes you the most comfortable :)) where reader is this really like, wealthy kid at blackmore who’s part of the core four (but since she’s in it… maybe fab five? idk 😭 i suck at this) and she’s dating ethan and just loves to spoil him? i’m assuming he’s like a broke college student, and the whole group kinda jokes that’s she’s his sugar mommy lmao. if you’re not up for it, feel free to ignore this request! i love your work <3 can’t wait to read more of your writing, thank you so so much for sharing it with us!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I so clearly saw Gossip Girl in my head I'm dead x-x but let me break down why this would absolutely work on Ethan

Ethan Landry CD mix!       .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

especially since I'm getting an old money-great Gatsby feel out of it, your family probably owns a company that's been around for generations, one of those Rockefeller/Vanderbilt types. the kind of family HBO writes hit dramas about. You weren't snobby about it but still carried yourself differently than all your peers (you knew you were hot shit). So when regular-schmegular middle-class suburban boy next door Ethan catches your eye, it is a shock to everyone, especially him.

Ethan barely had a job and was living off of loans, like everyone else. you noticed this when he nervously asked you out to Olive Garden and ate nothing but the free breadsticks and some soda. you felt bad; you could tell he wanted to impress you.

so you started bringing him coffee every time you walk to class together; "I can't hold your books and the coffee y/n-" "-just take the fucking latte, Ethan!" he was too humble to take your offerings, but soon, as your romantic relationship with him evolved, so did his acceptingness and gratitude. You two would go to the mall and whatever Ethan stared at for more than five seconds would be coming home with you. other times, you'd door-dash him food whenever he studied for hours on end, because you knew Ethan had the habit of focusing too much on his studies and forgetting to eat.

"dude! she's totally your sugar mommy." Chad would tease, or Mindy and Anika would comment about asking you for permission before he does anything; "Don't you need your momma's blessing before you do that?" It's a little annoying, but Ethan knows the truth; you loved to spoil him, and he loved being spoiled by you. you loved seeing how excited he gets over a pair of sneakers or some dinner, and he loved knowing that the person he loves thinks about him and what he liked. you're abundant, and you felt it was important to share that abundance with the ones you loved. speaking of, your relationship with Ethan reached a point where he was offered an internship within your family's business; which lead to the both of you heading back to the mall, helping Ethan pick which suit he should wear to the interview.

and, of course, Ethan is on his knees, eating you out in the dressing room because he is just so grateful. getting stains all over his button-up as your juices drip down his chin and run down his neck. whatever, you were going to buy it for him anyways.

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buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა

#DOSNSOSNO #RAAAAAHHHHHH #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #lucifer recs

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THISSSS

i want one brown latino who speaks clear spanish at some point LIKE WALK W ME HWRE

latino character, picking up the phone: H-hello?

their mom/dad/family member speaking spanish: no manches [name] que es esto que veo en la tele de tu amiga Samantha!

character: no mamá/papá/etc! ella es inocente-

family: inocente que la chingada [name] te me pones las pilas, eh? ten cuidado eh chamac@, me entiendes!?

JUST SAYINGGG GOOD COMEDY MOMENT, AND TEASE BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD THINK GHISTFQCE MIGHT BE CALLINF BUT INSTEAD ITS JUST AN INNOCENT FAMILY MEMBER

get me in the writers room I SWEAR I CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN🙏

One thing I definitely need for the next scream movie is Chicano/a or latin role. And I know y'all are going to say 'what about Sam and Tara' they're half latina in the movie. Considering their mom is latina and theories that one of the side characters in the first scream movie is Tara's dad. But either way both of their dad's were white. (And the reason I'm saying this is I want Chad, Sam, Mindy or Ethan if he's alive 🥲 with a latin s/o) because even with bigger franchises like Harry Potter being both a book and movie franchise. HOW COME THERE'S NO LATINO CHARACTERS?!?!?! There's latinos in Europe that aren't Spanish. Yet I only see most of the harry Potter characters with Spanish s/o. SPANISH PEOPLE AREN'T LATINO, THEY ARE OUR COLONIZERS AND THE REASON MOST LATINOS SPEAK SPANISH

It's that simple to google it but still I feel like both media and the world of fan fiction are barely scratching the surface of latino rep. I also feel like white latinos says it's so hard to be latino 'put not look latino' even though they're treated better in both America the country and latin America. Brown and Black latinos are mostly treated the worst and when we have rep, the white latinos complain and say 'there's latinos with blue eyes' 'there's latinos with red hair' like we didn't notice from all the telenovelas that have European actors or white latino actors. Also the saying in Mexico and I think other latino countries which is 'the lighter ones are clean and the darker ones are dirty' or smth like that.

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That Boy Is A Monster. (pt.4)

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Summary: Word on the block, there’s a ghost-masked killer on the loose again, but this time it roams around in the busy streets of New York during the weekend of Halloween. Being freshly new to the famous city, you find yourself a group of friends who you later find out survived last year’s Woodsboro attack. Now being marked as one of the targets, you and the rest try and figure out who the masked killer is this time. Then, a curly brown-haired boy catches your attention. You feel a sense of attraction towards his dorky charm, and he also shares the mutual feeling. But, rule 1 in the horror movie playbook, never, trust the love interest.

Word Count: 4.2K

A/N: Guys— i’m so sorry for the over-a-month long wait, I was on vacation and I haven’t really had enough time to write part 4 of this series. But now i’m back, sooo— let the fun continue!

Pairing: Gentle!Virgin(not anymore)!BlackCat!EthanLandry x GoldenRetriever!Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst :)

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When a series of police sirens disrupts your sleep, you slowly stir awake with annoyance filling your senses. Damn, what the fuck happened to have all these police blare their alarms? And it doesn't help that when you gained enough strength to force your eyes open, the sun temporarily blinds you when it peers through Ethan’s white, thin mesh curtains. Groaning groggily, you began to shift around in place while dragging your hand down your face. “ugh.. god I hate mornings.”

But all of the irritations you felt were disregarded in an instant when you glance over at the boy who slept peacefully beside you. His lips are slightly parted with soft snores coming out. His hair was ruffled, messy with some individual curls poking out in various directions. You felt the corner of your lips curling up into a small smile, your stomach erupting into a fluttering fit when last night’s events replayed in your head that led to this morning’s setting.

Your eyes go to dart around his face, mainly focusing on his eyes and mouth, examining his smile lines. You reach up to ghost the pad of your thumb across the bottom of his lip, unconsciously biting yours as you admired how pretty and full his lips are. They’re so soft, so pink. They felt so nice against your skin last night. ‘I wonder what type of chapstick he uses.’ You thought as you pull your hand away from his face.

You look down to see the blanket that covered the both of you was long disregarded, sometime in the middle of the night you assumed. But you were glad it was gone, as much as you liked Ethan, his and your body beat combined was enough to feel like you were melting like ice cream put under a scorning sun. Your cheeks burn with a pink tint when you see the hem of Ethan’s shirt lifted up far enough to show his toned body with faint abs.

“You done checking me out yet?” You hear a deep, husky voice ask, causing you to avert your gaze back up and was met with a smug smirk and his half-lidded eyes. You scoff, rolling your eyes as you playfully shove him. “Shut up.” You shake your head with a chuckle, “Can’t believe you were hiding this,” You dragged your hand down Ethan’s stomach, “—underneath those polo shirts you wear all the time.” You giggle.

You lean up to peck Ethan’s lips, ignoring the notification sound emitting from your phone that was placed on his nightstand. The simple peck turned into a kiss, a more passionate one to be exact as Ethan maneuvers you on top of him. “You look so pretty in the morning, but then again, you’re always gorgeous.” Ethan hums against your lips, ding, there goes your phone again. You slightly pull away to speak, “Cheesy much, Landry?” You smirk, “But it’s okay, I like it.” You hum before connecting your guy’s lips again.

But when it rings again, you assume it was most likely Anika texting you. Probably asking how your guy’s “hangout” was. You pull away with a small, apologetic smile when Ethan sighs, “I’m sorry. Let me just see if it’s our friends, okay?” You say as you reach over and grab your phone.

You smile as you see your imessage icon appear on your lock screen. Already predicting the next few seconds with Anika bombarding your phone with messages like, ‘Bitch, did you get laid??’, ‘Guess you changed that whole, “Am I gonna die a virgin?” for him’, and ‘Please don’t get pregnant, I can’t afford to take care of a mini you.’ But when you unlock your phone, what surprised you was that it wasn’t Anika texting you. It was instead an unknown number who had sent an image. Your eyebrows furrow as you bring your phone closer to your face, “What is this?” “What? What’s wrong?” You hear Ethan ask you as he sits up on his elbows, now alerted by the sudden change from your giddy attitude.

You click on the image to expand the photo. It shows to be an alleyway. You didn’t think too much about it when you saw the number of police officers and yellow caution tape. It was New York, crimes happen a little too often. But your throat tightens when that alleyway looks a little too familiar. You double-tap the screen, zooming in to see a figure-like shape on the ground with a black bag draped over it. When you examined its surroundings, you feel your blood run cold. There on the ground next to the corpse was Mindy’s embroidery pin.

The unknown number then sends you another message, and you feel your heart dropping to your stomach as you read it. “You manipulative slut. I’m going to gut you out in front of him. You’re gonna wish you were dead.”

You let out a shaky breath while your grip on your phone loosens, letting it slip out of your hand and onto your lap. You bring your hand up to cover your mouth as you sat there in shock. For sure it had to be someone fucking with you. Just some silly prank. But why is your gut screaming at you otherwise.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Ethan asks as goes to hold your face in his hands. You go to clutch onto Ethan’s wrists, your lip quivering as your breathing turns heavy. “I-I think they killed Mindy,” You utter out, “—and I think I’m next.” You whisper out faintly as you look at Ethan with fear filled eyes.

Ethan's jaw tightens at your words. He knows now that his pleas wouldn’t matter anymore. It wouldn’t matter to them. The fear kicks in and it makes his breath hitch. The fear of not being able to protect you since he knows that they’re going to get him first before you. But he couldn’t show that to you, at least not now when you’re breaking apart on his lap. So for now, he gently holds your head in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “No one is going to hurt you, okay? I promise you that, Y/n.” He swears.

And you couldn’t help but feel some relief from his words. You weakly nod before he pulls you closer to him, having your face resting in the crook of his neck as he glides his hand down the back of your head in a reassuring manner. “Shh, It’s going to be okay, I got you.” He whispers into your ear while you silently cry into his shoulder, “I got you.”

…

Ethan held you in his arms for a good while, comforting you through your sobs. When you had eventually calmed down enough to seem somewhat okay, you told Ethan that you wanted to go to search for the others. He was rather hesitant at first since he was unsure about how you were holding up, but when you insisted, he agreed just for you. When you guys left the apartment, every minute that passed by left you anxious for the worst possible outcome that awaits you.

You walk along the sidewalk beside Ethan with your arm intertwined with his, keeping quiet the whole walk as you were too lost in your head. Images of Mindy sprawled on the floor, pale skin with her blood seeping out of her wounds flashed through your thoughts, making your stomach churn. You were bracing yourself for the moment you were dreading this entire time since you received that photo from earlier. You wonder how Anika was feeling, especially Chad.

You feel your chest growing heavy with each step as you get closer to the people crowding around police cars and ambulances. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Ethan questions you, looking at you with weary. You hesitantly nod with an attempted smile, “Yeah, I’m—“ You let out a deep breath, “I’m sure.”

You lift the plastic tape and bent down before standing back up, proceeding to hold the yellow tape up for Ethan to crawl under and through. You guys slowly walk towards the entrance of the alleyway, your heart drumming loudly in your chest, drowning out the sounds of chattering between the authorities and clicking of numerous cameras. You give a tight squeeze at his arm as you see the body bag from where you stood, you glance up to see a ladder connecting the two apartment windows. Then a familiar voice catches your guy’s attention.

“You two, get the fuck out of here.” Chad declares disdainfully as he stomps over to you guys with clenched fists. Ethan turns to face Chad, raising his hands in defense. “Wait, what? Fuck—!” Ethan grunts when Chad grabs him by the collar and slams him up against a nearby police car.

“You two are the fucking killers!” Chad accuses angrily, yanking Ethan closer to him before pinning him back against the car. You grab at Chad’s arm, “Chad, stop! Let him go!” You raise your voice, tugging at his long sleeve.

Chad uses one of his arms to harshly push you away, causing you to nearly trip. Ethan shoves Chad in the chest in retaliation, forcing Chad off of himself, “Calm down!”

Chad marches back to grab Ethan’s collar once more, but this time, one hand was balled up and raised in the air, just moments away from landing a blow on Ethan’s face. “Where were you last night?” Chad questions.

“Chad, stop!” You yelled, pulling Chad off of Ethan to stand in between them, shielding the taller white boy behind you. “We were in your guy’s dorm the entire night. Even after you left, we stayed. If you don’t believe us, go check your building’s security footage. It’ll show you that we stayed there all night till we left this morning.” You state, panting due to the lack of breathing in between those sentences you frantically shouted out for your guy’s defense.

Chad glares at the two of you with uncertainty at first. The gears inside of his head were slowly put to rest as he drops his aggressive act, believing your alibi at the end. “Fuck! My sister almost died!” He sighs in frustration, running his hand across the top of his head. Ethan rushes over in front of you, holding your arms in his hands, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Your knees almost gave out on you if it weren’t for Ethan’s hold on you to prevent that from happening. “Mindy..” You repeat to Ethan, but before you allow him to confirm it to you, your feet was already guiding you towards the ambulance.

Ethan follows behind you as you see Mindy sitting beside Tara at the exit of the ambulance with a gash on her arm. “Y/n?” You hear Tara call out when you get closer, “Y/n, are you okay?” Mindy asks when you finally managed to get over to her. She grunts when you immediately embrace her into your arms.

“Mindy! I thought.. I thought you died!” You rub the back of her head with shaky hands. “Well, as you can see, I’m not,” Mindy reassures you with a gentle tone, using her non-injured arm to pat your back. “But you will kill me if you keep squeezing me like this—“ Mindy utters with an airy grunt. You quickly loosen your grip, pulling away to stand in front of your roommate. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been there with you.” You crouch in front of Mindy, caressing her outer thighs. “No, I didn’t want you to getting hurt.” Mindy states, giving your hand a squeeze.

You look behind Mindy and further into the ambulance, expecting to see the other two girls. But when you were met with health workers, you glance over at Mindy and Tara with a confused look. “Where’s— uh, Quinn? And..” You struggle to get the last word out. “Anika?”

You watch as Mindy grows quiet, her eyes darkening with a look of guilt when she looks over towards the body bag, “I should’ve been the last one to climb that ladder, not her..” You hear Mindy quietly mumble. You look at Tara in denial, pursing your lips together before asking, “Tara, where are they?” You bite the inner part of your cheek to try and overcome the pain that slowly erupts in your chest. “I’m so sorry Y/n.” Tara apologizes, “Quinn was killed in the apartment. And Anika..“ The young girl trails off, her eyes averting over toward the alleyway. “They got her.”

Your eyes also traveled over to the alleyway, your mind flooded with thoughts that hits you all at once. You were unsure of how much more you can take. It all felt surreal. Like a nightmare. Fear struck you down harder than before, eating you up like a parasite. A mixture of guilt, grief, and sorrow filled your senses at the thought of Anika’s last moments before she was knocked off that ladder. You just saw her yesterday, she was so vibrant, so full of life, and now she’s gone. Who are you going to stay up late with, discussing about stupid shit that you guys enjoyed talking about? Who are you going to go get your weekly Saturday milkshakes? Who’s going to be there with open arms when you face a problem and need some comfort?

And Quinn,, although you weren’t as close with her, you admired her sex positive attitude. The confidence that she modeled had left you striving to be like her. And her ability to be open minded with little to no care about the issues that she faced was something you absolutely loved about her.

Ethan sighs as he glances over to the alleyway, his chest tightening at the death of his friend. But another feeling washed over him that made him sick, guilt. He could’ve stopped this. He walks closer to Mindy, his eyes softening with sorrow, “Mindy, I’m so sorry.” He says sympathetically.

“Step the fuck back.” She spits out coldly, her expression matching her tone. “You’re at the top of my list.” She glares at him.

You wondered why Mindy wasn’t as suspicious of you compared to Ethan. You knew she didn’t trust him. Hell, she might’ve even hated him. But you safely assumed that with how close you were to Anika, Mindy had to trust you for the sake of her girlfriend. Perhaps she understood how fond you and Anika were of each other. Anika always treats you like the little sister that she never had.

Mindy simply had this strong gut feeling that you really couldn’t have killed her, and if you did, hell, you might actually be the first one to fool her. And as much as she still wants to keep the same suspicion on you as Ethan, ultimately she trusts you more in the end.

You see a woman dressed in a purple suit walking over to the Carpenter sisters and two detectives. One was a middle-aged man who was tall and had grey hair, while the other had blonde, shoulder-cut hair and wore this leather jacket, that you low-key found badass.

Where you and Ethan stood was close enough to hear what the five were discussing about, not that you intended to eavesdrop, you are in a state to know what is happening because with everything wrong that’s going on, you desperately needed some sort of stability to help ease your the ruckus inside of your head.

You eventually find out that the male detective was Quinn’s father. Pang. You feel your heart coming apart as your fear came true. ‘I’m sorry’ is what you want to say to him, ‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t save your daughter’, but you were too afraid. So all you could do was spare him a sympathetic look when he glances over to you and Ethan. While he did, you feel Ethan tense up in your arms— but you figured that he was too, feeling greif for his friend and for the detective that just lost his daughter.

Soon, you found yourself following behind the group that walked through a different alleyway not so far from where the scene of the crime took place, before stumbling upon a run-down, abandoned theater. As, who you eventually find out to be, Gale unlocks the metal doors to the place, you hear some bickering between her and the blonde-hair woman. They must be great friends.

Immediately, Mindy is thrown into this whole geeky trance, examining the theater that was decorated in the entire scream franchise. It amazed you at how much items were collected to fill up an entire theater, but it also terrified you that someone is sick enough to collect items that carried such horrors, idolizing the masked killer persona. There were details on every murder, how they died, where they died, and the weapon. It nearly makes you puke when you see that there is dried up blood still displayed on the knife.

Everyone splits off into their own ways, taking the time to recall about the painful past. While you on the other hand, stayed close with Ethan as you felt uneasy with the eerie atmosphere.

“He’s got the whole goddamn franchise..” Mindy trails off, beginning to walk over to a specific victim of the second ghostface attacks after the first event.

You hear Tara question on how someone could get their hands on this, on sickening evidence. Gale answers with a disappointing tone, “Well, cops like money.” For sure they do if they can bypass a fucking serial of murders.

You look over to Ethan with a frown, “I’m really scared, Ethan.” You whisper to him, “They got Quinn and Anika, what if I’m really next?” You question, fighting back a sob. “Hey, look at me.” Ethan gently caress your cheek, pecking the spot where his thumb last lingered, “You will never get hurt. I promise you, not when I’m here to make sure you’re safe.” Ethan swore, grabbing you by your shoulders to pull you into his embrace.

Ethan looks over at Chad and Mindy who stood in front of their uncles shrine. “Why are we here exactly?” He gestures to you and himself, “Our alibi checks out.”

“So we can keep an eye on you roomies.” Chad replies with a half smile while Mindy glares at Ethan, pointing her two fingers at him indicating, ‘I got my eyes on you.’ Ethan raises his eyebrows and nods before pursing his lips.

The next few hours came to you as a blur, but all you could remember was trying to lure Ghostface to a park, but ultimately failed when he was actually found in Gale’s apartment. She was barely conscious with several stab wounds when you guys arrived at the complex building, but she made it out alive nonetheless, just as usual.

Ideas were thrown around till one suggestion became the plan, lure him into the train station. So now here you were, walking behind the friend group besides Ethan as you guys walked down the flight of stairs, down into the subway. It was packed, full of people dressed in various costumes. Some were dressed in full-fledged creepy ass costumes, while the others were just a laughing matter. Perhaps it was too packed to even move through, because in the next few seconds, everybody began pushing and shoving each other, causing the group to separate. Four hopped on the first train while the other three was left behind.

“Get your ghostface ass away from me, Ghostface.” You hear Mindy snarl before walking farther away from the brunette.

“She really thinks I’m the killer.” Ethan mumbles when you stand beside him, “She thinks that way towards everyone.” You try to lie. You gave him a weak smile when he gives you a doubtful look. “Okay, maybe she has just a tad bit more suspicion on you than everyone else.”

“Just a tad bit, huh?” Ethan chuckles as he glances over to Mindy who also looks back at him before raising her hands, swatting her hands while mouthing, ‘Go away!’

“I think she’s gonna kill me before the killer can.” Ethan mumbles as he watched the train approaching. You nudge him in the arm, “Don’t say that, idiot. You aren’t going to die.” Ethan gave you a smile before pulling you into the cart when the double doors slide open.

“Okay, so the plan is to just like, stand and wait around?” You question him, tone filled with uncertainty. “That’s a stupid plan. Who came up with that?”

“It was one of the sisters.” Ethan shrugs in defense, “But yeah, we just wait to see if Ghostface is here.” You sigh in defeat, eyes darting around the people who eventually settles themselves in a spot. “Ethan,” You whisper, “I think the plan’s gone to shit because look.” You avert his eyes over to the numerous ghostface’s that are scattered throughout the train cart. “How are we supposed to catch him?” You whisper, looking over at Mindy who’s typing away on her phone.

“Just, keep close to me. And be on a lookout for any suspicious behavior.” Ethan mumbles into your ear, slipping his arm around your waist. You feel your cheeks burn hot at the close proximity, and you curse yourself for feeling flustered while you’re at a risk of being mauled in public, but hey, it’s Ethan you’re talking about, so maybe dying in his arms wouldn’t be the worst way out.

As the train zooms through the tunnels, the lights begins to flicker. You clutch onto Ethan’s jacket, your heart rate picks up its pace and it’s not from Ethan this time. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get a good look on Mindy since everyone else is blocking her. So you had to hope that she’s doing alright, and besides, we’re in public, Ghostface can’t do anything when the cart is filled with people in every crevice.. right?

Well, you were proved wrong. Very wrong in the worst way possible because when you guys halted to a stop, when people began shuffling out of the cart, there laid Mindy against the doors with blood seeping out of two stab wounds in her abdomen. “Oh fuck. Mindy!” You exclaim as you pushed past through people, ignoring their curses that flies at you.

“Oh god, that’s a lot of blood. Are you okay? You’ll be okay.” Ethan rambles on as he helps you carry Mindy. You both drag Mindy out of the cart to support her up against a beam. “Help! Someone help! Call 911!” Ethan calls out while you push down on Mindy’s wounds to try and stop the bleeding. “Dammit.. I got it wrong again..” Mindy whines through gritted teeth before hissing in pain. “You’ll be okay, Min. You’re going to be okay.” You shush her as paramedics came running over.

Mindy grabs your wrist with her bloodied hand, urging you to come closer. “Y/n, don’t trust him. I don’t care what’s going on between you two, but he’s hiding something.” Mindy grunts out as they carried her onto a gurney.

As you stand up, you stumble backwards into Ethan’s chest. “Get the fuck away from him, Y/n! He’s hiding something from you. His last name isn’t even Landry!” Mindy shouts out at the end, cursing afterwards.

You look back at Ethan who stands behind you, and you question as to why he looks.. guilty. “What is she talking about, Ethan? She’s lying, right?”

Silence. That’s all that was given to you in response. He stayed oh so incredibly still, so still that you might’ve thought he turned into a statue. Your concern builds up inside of you as more time it takes for him to say something. “Ethan. What is she talking about.” You repeat yourself, turning around to face Ethan. All you can see is his guilt riddled eyes and fearful expression. And then it hits you. It hits you hard that it leaves you gasping for air. The black cloak in his backpack. The nonstop calling of his father. The tension between him and quinn that detective. “Oh my god..” You whisper out so faintly, so filled with denial as you raise your hand to cover your mouth. “Y/n, please. Let me explain, it isn’t what it looks like.” Ethan pleads out desperately as he goes to hold your hands.

Even with the burn that fills your eyes, the crushing weight on your chest, you push him away harshly as your heart feels like it’s being shredded apart. “It’s you?!” You sob out angrily, “Y-you.. I can’t— You’re-?!” You couldn’t manage out the words. Ethan walks closer to you as tears roll down his cheeks, “Please, I’ve been wanting to tell you, Y/n—“

“Get the fuck away from me, I don’t even know who you are.” You say coldly as you step back, “Go away, Ethan. I can’t even look at you.” You turn around before running off to who knows where. You pushed through the crowd of people who couldn’t even be recognized with your blurry vision as you cried. You ran till your feet physically couldn’t move an inch. When you stopped, you found yourself next to an alleyway only a block away from your dorm complex.

Just then, your phone rings. It’s probably Ethan. You declined the call. “You shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart.” A modulated voice spoke from behind you. But before you could make a move, a hard force hits the back of your head, immediately knocking you out cold. “Now, let me be a man of my word.” The person mumbles, dragging the tip of the knife along the brick wall.

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Like a Virgin pt2 (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Length: 1.5k

Warning/s: langauge, smut, blowjob, handjob, teasing, Ethan being needy, sub!ethan, dom!reader, teasing, spitting, implied fucking, clit grinding, etc (18+ ONLY)

So here’s part 2! I’m loving writing this and I really liked writing this part. He’s so fucking needy I’m obsessed with him. Hope you enjoy!

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“I’m assuming no one’s ever done this to you, hm” You asked, tugging Ethan’s pants and boxers down eagerly, licking your lips at the sight of what may very well be the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. Pretty, pink, slightly thicker than average and a little longer too. Absolutely perfect.

It sprang free against his stomach, already hard and awaiting your mouth as he shook his head, cheeks flushing a deep pink as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Words, please.” You said with gentle authority and he swallowed a little, wetting his lips nervously before replying with, “no, never.”

You felt him shiver as you lightly ran your fingernails down his torso until your hand was just hovering above the pretty flush pink tip of his cock. He couldn’t help but gaze down at you with desperate anticipation whilst you watched as his tip leaked with precum. His breathing was fast and almost raspy as he desperately moved his hips upward toward your hand, a small whimper escaping his lips as you moved it away just in time.

“Oh, honey I haven’t even touched you yet and look at you. Already so fucking needy.”

He let out another small whine as your hand moved to grip his shaft gently, swiping your thumb over his leaking tip. An almost pathetic buck of his hips into your hand made you release him, eyes looking up at him disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He gasped out. “Please can you…”

“Please can I what, hmm?” You asked lightly, tilting your head up at him.

“Please can you suck me? I need to feel it. I need to feel your mouth on me so bad, please?” His eyes were wild and desperate as he begged you. The poor boy was practically shaking with desire.

“So needy,” you laughed a little bit but decided to oblige him. You’d been wanting to do this for far too long and you didn’t want to waste another moment. You gently gripped the base of his shaft in your hand again before taking him eagerly and hungrily into your mouth.

“Oh!” He let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapping around his leaking mess of a dick, his fingers automatically gripping your sheets for dear life.

This was nothing like he’d ever felt before, nothing like his fantasies had suggested it would be like either. He let out a small, beautiful whimper, hips twitching a little as he felt your tongue lightly flick over his leaking tip before taking him further down your throat as if you were starving for him, repeating this action over and over.

Hearing him whimper and gasp urged you on, looking up at him through your lashes with an almost curious amusement. His head fell forward the same time you looked up at him and another whine fell from between his lips as he made eye contact with you. Seeing you looking at him in this way, almost entirely lustful was already threatening to tip him over the edge. He never knew someone could look so beautiful with their mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to take a picture or shoot a video of you doing this to him so he could touch himself to it later. Who knew if he’d ever feel this again before…

You couldn’t help but smile around his throbbing shaft as you felt him twitch and writhe, gently moving one of your hands to press against his lower stomach to keep him still.

You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment, a string of saliva connecting you and his cock to ask him sweetly, “doing okay up there, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” He managed to stutter out between breaths, the pupils in his brown eyes completely blown. “P-please don’t stop. Please.” He looked down at you with desperate eyes and you tilted your head up at him, smiling a little. You held him in your hand, feeling him throb and twitch as you gently caressed him.

“I won’t.” You said, gently running your thumb over his tip again as you rubbed him. “Do you wanna cum in my mouth or…” you glanced down at your chest and he nodded softly, dropping his gaze to your breasts. “Okay tell me when, alright?“

You didn’t wait for him to respond before eagerly taking him back in your mouth, moaning a little at his taste. The sound sent vibrations through his pulsating cock and he let out an almost pornograhic groan, unconsciously bucking his hips so his cock made you let out a soft gag.

“Oh! I’m.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” He gasped out, halting his hips.

You rolled your eyes affectionately, sliding him further down your throat. Bless his heart, he thought that hurt you? The impact had the exact opposite effect on you, only making you more eager to tip him over the edge.

Another flick of your tongue and a twist of your finger’s around him and you felt his hands suddenly weave into your hair. His whimpers and small moans began to crack around the edges as he twitched in your mouth, hot and pulsing.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“ you looked up at him again as he spoke, seeing sweat fall down the column of his throat as his head fell back. You quickly took him out of your mouth and angled him toward your chest, ensuring to continue moving your hand.

He lifted his head to look at you again just as you spat on his cock, adding more lubricant to his hand job and in result, tipping him over the edge.

A series of loud, gorgeous, broken groans spilled from his pretty lips as he tensed a little and the ribbons of white spilled out of him, splattering across your chest and dribbling down your nipples. Perfect aim.

You aren’t done with him though, you smiled up at his satisfied face, twisting your hand once more, making him jump a little, wincing and looking down at you in confusion, his body still jolting and twitching from the affects of what he has absolutely no doubt of being the best orgasm he ever had.

“Sweetheart,” you said softly, sliding your hand up and down his cock gently. “We’re not done yet. We’ve got to get you hard again and you’ve got to clean up your mess.”

“M-my mess?” His speech slurred a little as he watched his cum sliding down your body.

“Yeah, your mess.” You released his cock, standing back up and stepping in front of him, gently running a hand through his hand and down to his face rubbing his cheek bone with your finger.

His confused face lit up a little when you glanced down at your chest and looked back at him with a knowing expression.

“Go ahead. Clean me up.”

God, he didn’t need much prompting. He ducked his head down a little and you sighed softly as you felt his tongue lick you from your navel to just under your left breast, stopping just before he got to your nipple.

You nodded down at him to continue, your fingers threading through his soft curls and let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue glide over your hardened buds, lightly licking his own cum off of them.

“Such a good boy.” You said gently, head falling back a little as he repeated the action. “You follow instructions so fucking well.”

You felt him smile proudly against your skin before moving to your other breast and doing the same thing, eagerly tasting himself mixed with the salty taste of your sweat and moaning in content at the combination.

“You really did make a mess, didn’t you honey?”

He nodded a little, moving his head back to make sure he’d cleaned every last drop of himself from your body before looking up at your face. “I did, I’m sorry.” He said apologetically, his expression sweet and almost bashful as he spoke.

“Don’t apologise, E. It’s not an issue at all.”

You pushed his chest so he fell back on the bed with a soft huff, crawling on top of him and straddling him, your heated pussy resting on the length of his softening cock.

“You got enough energy left in you for me to teach you how to fuck, honey?” You asked with a soft, teasing roll of your hips, rubbing your clit on his velvety shaft with a small sigh.

As you spoke, you felt his dick slowly twitch against you and begin to swell again from under your desperate cunt.

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