#ethan x reader

[messylustt]

obsessed — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : getting a call from ghostface is never good. especially when you find out who lives under the mask—the dorky boy who you drunkenly kissed one night.

contents : kissing. a little bit of touching. obsessive ethan, blood + mention of dead body. finger in mouth. wc 2.9k.

pt one pt two pt three

god, he was obsessed. the way you danced, swaying your head without a care in the world. a red solo cup was in your grasp, as you took spacial sips.

ethan’s hands itched to do something he shouldn’t. you were a target, and his infatuation would only make you more so.

but then he catches sight of a guy slowly dancing up to you. his eyes ran down your form hungrily, and ethan nearly broke his teeth, as he clenched his jaw.

you and ethan knew each other. you were in the same friend group, but ethan never allowed himself to get closer than that.

now watching your drunk ass begin to half heartedly grind on the stranger made him crack. he pushed off the wall, skirting past the sweaty people until he reached you. grabbing your shoulders he brought you towards him and away from the stranger.

you crashed into ethan, your balance not ideal at the moment. ethan eyes the guy with a glare, as you turn to face the man again. ethan slips his hand around your waist, as you grab his shoulder, more so for balance than anything.

you look up at ethan with furrowed brows. “ethan? i didn’t see you.” you smile, your mind and mouth drunk.

ethan spares you a glance and restrains from touching you any further.

“hey angel, don’t tell me this is your boyfriend.” the gruff voice of the stranger meets both ethan and yours ears.

you open your mouth but ethan beats you to it. “yeah, i am.”

your brows further crease as you gaze up at him. “boyfriend.” you mutter out. “boy friend.” then you realise something, your forehead smoothing. in your drunk state you clued it up to ethan agreeing to being your ‘boy friend’, with that exact space inbetween.

ethan’s grip tightens around your waist as the stranger speaks. “well, your girl seemed to enjoy grinding her ass on me a little too much.”

ethan didn’t like the way he spat the words while holding a smug expression. “she’s clearly drunk, asshole. don’t let it get to your head.” i’d be happy to stab you ten times if you don’t get her out of your head too, ethan doesn’t say.

the stranger scowls but backs up, disappearing into the crowd. ethan immediately turns to you, his breath hitching when he realises how close your watching him. your smile is wide and your eyes wondrous.

“fuck,” ethan mutters under his breath, before he drags you off the dance floor and into the hallway.

you subconsciously brush a strand of hair from ethan’s eyes, and they grow wide in response. he stops, though your grip is still on his arm.

“you ‘av pretty hair.” you nearly giggle.

ethan is focusing anywhere other than your lips, neck or eyes. all things making him slowly lose control. “i do?”

you eagerly nod, as you reach up to run your fingers though it. he freezes, watching you closely. you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you’re drunk. ethan chants this in his head. but then you lean closer looking concentrated.

you run your thumb along his bottom lip, brushing something off, but all ethan can focus on is your face and the feel of your hand. ethan can’t help reaching his own hand forward to brush your bottom lip.

“oh, do I have a hair there too?” you question, about to raise your hand to replace his when he suddenly steps closer, your back hitting the hallway wall. ethan continues to watch your lips as he runs his thumb along the bottom again, and as you open your mouth to speak, he lets it brush past your lips.

his thumb grazes your tongue, as you stare at him. through your drunken haze you close your mouth, your lips wrapping around his thumb almost delicately.

ethan’s breathing turns choppy, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you begin to drag your tongue along his thumb. he steps forward again, now pressing his entire body against yours. he feels as though he’s going to pass out by the way your looking at him. wide innocent eyes, slightly heavy from being drunk. drunk. you were drunk.

ethan pulls his thumb out of your mouth, but he can’t seem to find the strength to step away. you lick your lips free from your spit, and ethan holds back a groan. fuck, he wanted to kiss you.

your hand reaches up to tap under his chin playfully. your mind was a blur. “you taste like alcohol.”

and he looses whatever self control was left as he mutters a ‘christ’ before smashing his lips against yours.

your head hits back against the wall, as ethan’s hands wander your entire body. his tongue is dancing with yours as he explores. he wants to erase every other guys touch. he wants you to only remembers his. but you won’t remember this. your far too drunk. and so, ethan forces himself to break the kiss.

but he ends up just leaving your lips. he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, all the way down to your neck. your hand is back in his hair, making him groan. he laps at your skin, tasting your perfume, as it burns his tongue.

his grip has tightened around you, his head practically burrowed into your neck, as you gasp. “oh, god,” he breathes, getting far too carried away.

his hand drifts down from your hips, under your skirt. gripping your thigh he lifts it over his hip. perfect access as his hand dips down to your panties, rubbing one stripe along your covered pussy. you jolt making him smile. he continues to rub you, trying different pressures. it was torture trying to refrain from ripping your panties clean off. but ethan wanted you to remember this.

as compensation for his restraints he kisses you, hard, as he groans into your mouth, before he pulls away with a bite to your bottom lip.

he pushes himself away from you, setting a good distance to regain control. you touched your lips, before catching his gaze. he immediately looks away, scared he’d repeat what he’d done.

he harshly runs his hands through his hair, as you step forward.

“was it not good?” your question came off so innocent. your state made you have no filter, resulting in you spouting exactly what you were thinking, no room for embarrassment.

ethan’s eyes softened as he caught your gaze. he shook his head. “that’s not why I stopped.”

“oh.” you say with a nod, before looking down to fiddle and straighten your skirt.

fuck, you looked almost sad. ethan felt terrible, wanting so badly to continue. but you would hate him in the morning.

“come on, i’ll take you home.” ethan forced himself to say, as he held his hand out.

you quickly look up, with a shake to your head. ethan frowns, stepping forward.

“it’s okay. i’ll get home.” you smile before turning down the hallway and towards the exit.

ethan rushes after you, as you both reach outside. the cold night air contrasted drastically with the humid environment inside.

ethan grabs your arm, making you spin back. you look at him questionably. you didn’t appear hurt or anything which only made ethan’s brows furrow in confusion.

“your not mad at me?” he asks.

“mad at you? why?”

ethan breaths an almost sigh of relief, thinking he hurt you. but then your almost dismissive comment made his heart ache. did you not want to kiss him?

ethan tightens his hold on your arm. “ethan?” you ask. “i’m gonna head home now.”

ethan shakes his head. “i’ll take you.” without leaving anymore room for disagreement, ethan pulls you to his car.

;;

ethan panted, his face hot under his mask. blood pooled by his feet, as he tilted his head to inspect the dead body. it was a student in the same class as tara. his dad had hoped that this would be a cut too close to home, maybe strike some fear in the carpenter sisters.

he cleaned his knife with one swipe of his gloved hand, before he stepped over the body. he was in an alleyway, halloween festivities easily heard throughout the city. he was prepared to remove his mask when he caught sight of a familiar head of hair.

you walked along the street, gaze distracted by your phone, as you most likely headed home. though a certain part of ethan wanted to make sure you did get home safe, and alive.

quinn had mentioned you as a possible first kill, but ethan was quick to come up with some excuse about how it wouldn’t hurt the carpenter sisters in the way they wanted. even so, ethan was still worried that quinn or his dad might go against his words and choose to kill you in their own time. he couldn’t let that happen.

so, he left his bag to be collected later, and began to follow you.

it wasn’t strange to see a ghostface walking around. it was halloween of course. so, ethan was quick to blend in with the other horror icons.

you skirted past people, reading the messages left by mainly mindy. she was ranting on about who she thought ghostface was. ethan was her top suspect. you had laughed it off, originally thinking how stupid that would be. but soon remembered that anyone could be ghostface, whether they were a tall, intimidating football player, or a dorky kid from econ.

your phone then began to ring. your brows creased not recognising the number. you hesitantly place to your ear, darting your gaze around. “hello?”

“hello, y/n.”

you sucked in a breath. of course it was fucking ghostface. you didn’t slow your steps as you made sure you were continuously around people.

“what do you want?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.

“oh, nothing much, just…maybe your head in a little parcel for your friends to find at their doorstep.”

you gulped down arising vomit, as you tried to look around you. “where would you send it first?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at passing hooded people. “sam, tara and quinn? or would it be to mindy—”

ghostface cuts you off. “what about ethan?”

you clench your jaw. “why ethan?” your steps have hurried.

“why not?” ghostface taunts. “I’d love to see his reaction to your head in a box.”

your breathing has quickened.

“would he scream? cry? or would he feel murderous.” ghostface genuinely sounds as though they’re enjoying themselves.

“ethan wouldn’t kill.”

“I suppose not.” ghostface replies. “I guess that’s more my sort of hobby.”

“where are you?” you ask, seeing too many fake ghostfaces along the street.

you quickly reach your apartment complex, rushing up the stairs before pausing at your front door, keys ready. “where are you?” you ask again. but then they hang up.

you pull the phone away from your ear, breathing harshly. you unlock the door, swiftly re-locking it with a slam. you don’t waste time to run to the kitchen to grab a knife. ghostface could be in your apartment.

holding the knife out and ready, you scrolled through your contacts, calling your friends. not one picked up.

“fuck.” you breath out.

your next contact to try was ethan. but as you were about to press call a smash could be heard from your bedroom.

whipping your head up you gripped the knife a fraction tighter. you weren’t going in there. ghostface would have to come out.

there was a moment of tense silence before another smash was heard, but this time it sounded more like a head was being thrown against a wall. you pause. a head?

you rush to your bedroom door, making sure your knife pointed straight before you turned the handle.

the door creaked open and to your surprise you saw ghostface on the floor, looking either knocked out or dead. you hoped for the latter. but when you raised your gaze you were even more shocked to see another ghostface looming over the previous. their head slowly turns to you and you let out a yelp, shutting your bedroom door in haste.

what the hell? two ghostfaces were fighting? now that you’d never seen before. you backed up as you watched the door handle twist.

“don’t—” you rasp out as ghostface appears in the doorway. they don’t step any further though, just watching you instead. “get the fuck out!” you exclaim.

ghostface tilts his head in an inspection of you. “is that a way to treat your saviour.” ghostface’s barratoned, hidden voice speaks.

“what?” you choke out, still keeping the knife at arms length.

“I can’t say I’ve saved many.” ghostface continues. they step once and you back up.

“your afraid of me?” ghostface almost sounds pleased.

“of course I’m afraid of you.”

“I’m glad.” ghostface nods. “I didn’t want you to act stupid.”

you’ve backed up into the kitchen again as your hip knocks your phone. you remember you were about to call ethan. you quickly grab it pressing call on his contact. “come on, pick up,” you mutter.

then you hear a phone ring. and it sadly wasn’t yours. you freeze, looking up to see ghostface much closer than before. you raise your knife as your ear locks onto where the sound is coming from.

your eyes dart down to ghostfaces hip. buzz, buzz, buzz. “you…” you drift off, darting your gaze back up to their face. “your not…”

your face has fallen as you just stare. then ghostface sighs, bringing out the phone. “I could have stolen this.” ghostface half heartedly tries.

“what…” your words are lodged in your throat. and that’s when ghostface pulls off their mask.

you stare straight at ethan, who’s chest is heaving from the previous fight.

you pause. “huh?” you hip hits against the counter as you keep yourself steady. ethan was fucking ghostface?

he smiles. “hi,” he has the audacity to sound genuine and sweet.

“ethan? You’ve got be kidding me.” you breath out. “w-what?”

“sorry, I didn’t really mean for you to find out this soon.” he shrugs, stepping further into the kitchen and resting his mask on the counter. you back around until your on the opposite side.

“if you didn’t want me finding out, then why did you have your phone in your pocket?” you ask warily.

“maybe…I did want you to find out, just not right here…right now.” he waves his tainted knife in the direction of your room. “that bitch thought it was ok to come kill you.”

“I kissed you!” you suddenly exclaim, just now coming to that realisation.

ethan smirked. “I was hoping you’d remember.”

you shake your head. “no, god.” you mutter, your hand tightening around the kitchen island.

“I’m glad you do remember, because shit did you taste good. even with all that extra alcohol on your tongue.”

you sucked in a breath. “if I would have known you were ghostface—”

“you would have what?” ethan cuts in. “not kissed me?”

“yes!” you exclaim.

ethan tsks, swaying his knife back and forth in disapproval as he nears you. you skirt around the island again, keeping an eye on ethan.

“I was hoping we could do that again.” he begins. “with you sober this time.”

“I’m not gonna kiss you.”

“well that’s a shame.” he rears closer, a quick step away. “but I guess I can kiss you elsewhere.” you back up, as he tauntingly stalks forward.

you shake your head, as he just nods in response. “maybe your neck?” he grabs your shirt, yanking you towards him. you scream before he’s breathing over your mouth.

“or maybe your thighs.”

as you struggle against him, he manages to twist you so that your hips collide with the kitchen island as he grabs your waist.

he leans so close, caging you in. “or maybe I can finally taste somewhere a little more…intimate.” he licks at your earlobe as you struggle against him. he grins before biting your ear. you jolt against him, certainly not used to this version of ethan.

he then leans slightly back to hover over your quivering lips. “or will you let me kiss you?” his voice has turned soft, somewhat pleading.

you breathing stutters as he licks his lips. “how bout I make you deal?”

you catch his gaze. “if you let me kiss you, I’ll leave. I understand it’s a lot to process.” he almost sounds caring and it’s making your head spin.

he tilts his head, his curls bouncing a fraction. “well?”

you gulp, glancing down at his lips. he would leave.

“how do I know your not lying?” you whisper.

“because I just saved you from getting murdered.” he pauses, reading your expression. “plus having consent turns me on a little more than not.”

you breath, watching him for a moment. then you find yourself nodding. he’ll leave.

ethan can’t help but smile as he pulls you closer. “thank you.” he whispers, sounding so gentle, before he’s smashing his lips against yours. you lean slightly back as his tongue grazes your own. the force of his desperate kiss forcing you to lean. ethan grabs at your waist, fisting your shirt as he laps at your bottom lip and tongue. you move your head with his, finding a passionate rhythm.

ethan groans into your mouth as you both become just teeth and tongues. he finally pulls away, breathless.

you breath heavy as you place your hands behind you on the counter. both of your chests are heaving, but just as ethan had said he backed away, grabbing his mask and placing it over his head again.

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[august126]

✭・.First Times ✭・.

Virgin ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: Ethan is worried he’ll die a Virgin, maybe he was destined to be the one guy who never got laid. But, at a party, his destiny may be turning around for the better.

warnings: Smut (obviously), loss of virginity, Vaginal Fingering,Vaginal Sex,Size Kink, Jealousy, friends to lovers?,praise, masturbation, Ethan’s a lil nervous,alcohol indulgence, drinking/drunk characters, dirty talk ,and unprotected sex (stay safe)

“Am I gonna die a virgin?” y/n had heard Ethan say, a poor pathetic look on his face as he looked up at Mindy. y/n wanted to laugh, boys and seeing losing their virginity as a do or die situation. Mindy, and the rest of the group, give the curly haired boy a weird amused glance. “Way too much information” Mindy said before she continued to ramble on about possibilities of who the killer may be.

As the group split ways, y/n walked beside Ethan. 

“Are you really a virgin?” It slipped out before you could stop your self. your words halted Ethan in his step, turning to you with slightly flushed cheeks before continuing to walk, slower now. “Um, yeah. Is that surprising or something?” 

y/n pondered the idea. Ethan wasn’t ugly, he was quite attractive in y/n’s eyes matter-of-fact, but he comes off a little weird, which didn’t give him any bonus points, those factors could turn some people off. you hobbled a little and nudged his arms with your shoulder, an amused smirk on your lips. “It is kinda surprising, actually. You’re a pretty attractive guy. Just a little  weird.” 

Ethan didn’t say anything as they continued to walk, but he couldn’t hide the redness of his face or ears upon hearing y/n call him attractive.

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Parties weren’t really Ethan’s thing. Sweaty drunk bodies all piled together, flashing lights, music way too loud you can’t even hear your own voice. He agreed to come because everyone else was going. Mostly because y/n was going, and you had invited him personally.

He kept to himself in a corner of the room, a red solo cup in his hand that contained a small amount of alcohol. Not wanting to get black-out drunk tonight. 

Ethan’s eyes scanned the party, finally landing on you in the kitchen. Beside you was some guy he’d never seen. Was he even a student? He was tall, beard coming in, he couldn’t have been younger than 30. He was awfully close to you nearly pressing you to the counter as you drunkenly swayed while laughing. He felt something hot form in the pit of his stomach, rising to his chest as his fingers involuntarily gripped the cup tighter. 

White hot jealousy.

He had no reason to be jealous, y/n wasn’t his and was free to talk to whomever you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from glaring from across the room. 

The guy leaned down to whisper something into your ear, then motioned upstairs. His implication was very clear. He watched you laugh, say something, then pull away from him. Ethan hoped you had some sense left into you and didn’t follow some random freak upstairs. 

To his surprise, you was heading straight toward him. you said something that he didn’t pick up before you stumbled into his chest. Ethan let out a small puff of air as you layed against him. He hoped you couldn’t hear his increasing heartbeat to your proximity and touch. 

As you layed your head on him someone bumped into you from behind,  your drink splashing all over your front and part of Ethan’s shirt. “Shit!” you cursed, pulling away from him as you examined the state of you, you're ruined angel costume. Ethan was quick to spring to action, taking her cup from y/n and setting it on a side table. “Let’s get you cleaned up, I’m sure there’s a bathroom upstairs.” He said loud enough for y/n to hear as he dragged them both up the stairs.

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After many failed attempts of walking into rooms with making out couples, they eventually found the bathroom. Tucked away at the end of the hall.

you sat on the sink counter as you dabbed your dress with a towel, the spilt drink slowly soaking into the towel. Ethan sat on the toilet, facing you as he watched in silence. 

“Eth, can you help me? Im kinda spinning out here and dont have the strength in my arms to keep twisting this fucking dress” His heart jumped at the nickname as he stood to his feet, making his way to stand infront of you. “Yeah, hand me the towel.” you did, he took it from you and grabbed the hem of you dress gently, applying the towel to the dress as he let it soak up the drink.

He tried his best to ignore the straight-shot view of your white bra. The drink making the dress nearly translucent, leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallowed thickly as his ears burned red.

He moved the towel up, his knuckles ghosting over the underside of your chest. your sharp intake of breath made him dizzy. He lifted the towel and handed it out to you, “You should probably clean your chest yourself.”

But you refused to take it.

“Don’t be such a prude, I don’t mind.” Ethan stammered, eyes shifting from you to the towel. you laughed and leaned forward, your breath hot against his already burning ears, “I know you want to.” Ethan was rendered breathless, mouth dry as you leaned away. you even had the audacity to laugh afterwards. 

“Actually wait, I just remembered the girl who owns this place has a younger sister my age, she should have some spare clothe'' y/n interjected, standing from the sink and making your way out of the bathroom, Ethan following behind quietly. He took the time to catch his breath.

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you closed the door behind them as they stepped into the younger sister's room, you immediately going to her closet. Ethan glanced around the room, taking in the purple painted walls and hanging LED lights. His eyes caught y/n in his peripheral vision, he snapped his head towards her, lifting the dirty dress off your body leaving you covered by only a bra and your underwear. His eyes widened.

your skin glowed in the pink hue of the room, making it look soft to the touch. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands over the newly exposed skin, feel it under his palm.

“y/n—” Whatever Ethan was trying to say was cut short as you turned to look at him, still only a bra and underwear.  He swears he melted right on the spot the second you started walking towards him, he stepped back, knees hitting the edge of the bed. He was trapped. y/n took that as her opportunity to climb onto his lap. She embraced him, hot flesh against his . His heart pounded against his chest, it felt like it’d burst at any moment. Surely, y/n could feel it. 

“Take away all my worries Ethan. I’ve been so scared with the recent murders, knowing there’s another Ghostface out there. I could be next. So please, take away my worries, just for tonight.” you mumbled into his neck, he could feel wetness pool into his collar, she was crying. A hand found its way to the small of your back, your skin was warm against his hand. It was as soft as he imagined. 

He felt bad, being with you like this, lying to you. He knew you never forgive him after you found out. The horrible things he’s done to get closer to you and your friends. Overtime, he grew fond of you. And here you was, in his lap, damn near begging for him to distract you from his wrong-doings. He would allow you this, not just tonight, whenever you wanted until it was gone.

“Yeah, okay. What do you want me to do?” His voice was soft as he spoke, y/n shifted in his hold to face him. There was something in your eyes that Ethan couldn’t quite piece together. Until you connected the dots for him. 

“Make me feel good.” 

His breath was punched out of him as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. you wanted him to please you? How? He was telling the truth earlier about being a virgin. y/n could sense his hesitation and leaned in so their lips were nearly touching, “I’ll show you how.” Ethan nodded maybe a bit too enthusiastically but you laughed and gave him a chaste kiss near the edge of his lips before you sat back against his thighs. 

your hand linked with his as you manuvered it to your liking, slowly moving it down. you stopped to look into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not pressuring you to do anything.” Ethan was quiet for a second before he spoke, “I’ve never wanted anything more than this, from the moment I saw you.” Cheesy, but it still made you smile. 

y/n slowly moved his hand under her panties, placing his finger just above where she ached for him. The wetness there coated his finger, even through your panties. He made a small noise as you guided his finger up and down your clothed folds, slowly. you could feel him, in those confined jeans, pressing into your thigh. Even trapped in his jeans, he felt relatively bigger than you expected him to be. you stopped his movements, letting you self slip your panties to the side so he could really feel you. He choked a groan back when he felt you, wet, for him.

“Think you can go on from here?” He glanced up at you with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched enough videos to know what I'm supposed to be doing.” 

y/n let his wrist go, you immediately arching into his touch as he began moving his finger. He played with you for a while, gliding up and down, rubbing at your clit, taking you one stop closer to the edge each time. His fingers slowed down.

“y/n, is it okay if.. Can I put one in?”

God, yes.

y/n moaned into his collar, “Yes, please.” He was gentle as he did it, slowly inserting his index finger. He kept it still for a few seconds, giving you enough time to tell him if it was uncomfortable, when he didn’t get that, he began to move his finger. He set a rhythm, replacing it with his middle finger so his palm could cup the rest of you. y/n was falling apart in his lap, more noises escaped from your lips.

moving your hips just right so his fingers would hit the deepest part of you each time. Fuck, he had long fingers. Prodding that sensitive spot deep inside you with little effort, you only imagined how much deeper he could reach with something besides his fingers. That was enough to make you shudder, hips stuttering as you whined into his shoulder. 

He pulled his fingers out from you, they were coated with you. He brought them to his lips, putting a finger past his lips to taste you. 

Jesus christ.

y/n needed more of him, in any way he’d give it to you, but you wanted it now. 

“Ethan, please, more. I want you.” you begged, moving from his grasp to fall against the bed. you reached for him, beckoning him over. 

He shyly crawled up towards you, hovering above you. A deep blush made its way down your neck as you noticed how you practically disappeared beneath him, he was broad in ways you hadn’t noticed before. His entire body covered you and that only added to the fire building up inside you. 

“Are you sure?” He said above you, looking down with worry. 

you never been more sure about anything. 

you pulled him down to your lips crashing against each other so hard they bumped teeth. The shy and awkwardness surrounding Ethan from earlier had evaporated as his lips connected to your jaw. He was all teeth and tongue, sending delicious sparks of pleasure to your core every time he bit down near your neck. He wanted to leave marks so people could see. 

He sat up, shucking his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head. y/n was not disappointed at the sight before you, He had decent defined muscles on his abdomen and shoulders, deep lines that traveled past his waistband.He was quick with his belt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His jeans followed, leaving him only in his black boxers. He was straining against the fabric but ignored himself to pay attention to y/n for a while longer. 

Ethan pulled away from your poor bruised neck, not being able to keep himself in the confines of his boxers any longer as it began to hurt. “Shit, I uh, don’t have a condom.” y/n huffed a laugh, “Of course you don’t. It's ok, just pull out. I want to feel you.” He swallowed and nodded, his shyness back. He reached to his boxers, finally freeing his dick. y/n eyes followed, eyes widening slightly. It's always the virgin boys. He certainly was over average. 

“Ready?” He asked, you nodded. “Ready.”

His hands found your hips as he slowly pushed in, the stretch was painful and it burned, but y/n pushed through as he entered you inch by inch, you let out a painful sigh. Ethan was still, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him. y/n had never been so full.

It took you a few minutes for the burning to go away, which must've been hell for Ethan.

“Move. You— you can move now.” Ethan let out a breath of relief as he pulled out a couple inches and pushed back in. The burn was not as bad, it definitely helped that he was moving now instead of being still inside you.

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He moved inside of you with ease, stretching you beyond what you thought you could take. “F—fuck, I feel like you’re splitting me in half.” y/n whimpered as he thrust in deeply, making your body jump on the bed. Ethan was watching where their bodies connected, watching himself move in and out of you. 

“God, you take me so well.” He hadn’t meant to say it outloud, a stranger to dirty talk but it spurred y/n on, so y/n asking him to keep talking to her. So he did. Lots of, ‘You’re doing so good, Look how good you take me, You were made for me’ and more along those lines. 

your moans grew quicker, signialing you was close. your orgasm was like a rubber band, being pulled back until it finally snapped. you shuddered against him, fingers digging into his back—leaving little crescents. you clenched around him hard making him groan, he almost looked like he was in pain. “y/n— don’t do that, I’ll cum too soon.” he gritted out, giving you a particularly harsh thrust that rocked your body. 

Ethan’s thrusts grew more erratic, hips snapping against into you with fervor. His hands left your hips to grab at your wrists, pinning you arms above your head as he used those as leverage. you squirmed against his grip but to no avail. you felt as though his thrusts would leave bruises on your hips as each thrust hit the deepest part of you it could go. 

“Oh– Fuck.” Ethan slipped out of you quickly, using his hand to get him to release. His hips rocked into his palm as he spilt out cum on to your stomach. Tainting the your skin with milky white. 

He dropped ontop of you, careful not to put his full weight on you. His head between the junction of you shoulder, leaving small breathless kisses in their wake. 

“Not to boost your ego, but you don’t fuck like a virgin.” y/n heard him laugh shyly against you. How he can go from fucking you like there was no tomorrow yet still getting shy is beyond you. 

“Let's stay here for a bit, then we get cleaned up. Then we can leave this lame party.” Ethan made a sound of agreement.

The two falling into a comfortable silence beside one another.

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[deadpandom]

He whines as his hips twitch up into your fist.

"Please can't you go a little faster? Pl-"

He's cut off with a high-pitched moan as your thumb swipes over the flushed tip of his cock. You smirk before crooning at him.

"Poor thing,you just want to cum don't you?" He whimpers and nods,looking up at you with tear filled eyes. You slip a hand down and cradle his heavy balls in your hand while stroking him at a snails pace.

"No one said you couldn't cum honey."You squeeze his flushed dick lightly before rubbing your palm over his leaking tip.

A startled cry falls from his lips as his hips try to decide between bucking up or squirming away from the overwhelming sensation. You stroke him from base to tip slowly,milking out pre cum as he whines.

"Close! I'm gonna- gonna cum!" He sobs out as his thighs tremble.

You lean down and suck on his neck gently before whispering praises into his ear.

"Your doing so good baby,go ahead and cum, nice and slow. Cum all over my hand just like that-"

Your crooning is cut off by a loud keen as his trembling hips buck once,twice before he cums into your fists. He crys and trembles through it as you hold him close and milk his cock for everything it can give.

"S-so good! Feels so good!" He babbles in between whimpers as you draw out his orgasm.

His hips rise once more as he moans weakly,a small spurt of cum spills from his cock before he collapses back on the bed.

You let go of his softening cock and kiss his forehead. He sighs and curls into you as you stroke his hair lovingly.

You'll clean up later.

A/n quick one-shot that's been sitting in my mind since forever

Choso, Dazai, Gojo, Ethan landry, Steve Harrington + your favorites♡

#dom reader #gojo x reader #dazai x reader #choso x reader #ethan x reader #steve x reader #sub character #multifandom

[euaphora]

BOY YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO ALIVE, JUST BE MY LOVER ?! | ft. Ethan Landry

Ethan would help you every Thursdays, tutoring you after class so you could keep up. He knew you would often get distracted when the professor would ramble and explain the work. He would always look over his shoulder and catch you sleeping or munching on a snack while doodling stars on your work.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled, leaning toward your desk. You looked at him and gave him a quick smile as you offered him some cookies from the ones you brought from your dorm.

The lecture ends and he goes up to you, helping you carry your bag as he has his behind his back. “Ethan, could you please help me with the work from today? I zoned out the entire time.” You ask, looking up at him with your doe eyes and hands being formed in a pray motion. He giggled at you, opening the door for you, “of course but you need to pay attention more

The time read a quarter to nine as you were spread across your bedroom floor with Ethan on the other side of you. He had books stacked up against each other as his physics book was displayed infront of you both. He was explaining the basics of physics, talking about the different formulas and techniques.

All you could think about was how good he looked when he would talk about something he was genuinely interested and passionate about. You just nod at him and give small, “mhm.”

“Ethan, do you have a girlfriend?” You question him as you see him freeze up and slowly look up, eyes pretty widened . “Uh-no! I..don’t have a girlfriend.” He stutters, looking back down.

“How come? You’ve got the looks and personality and who wouldn’t want to?” You giggle out, teasing his dating life. He nervously laughs, joining you as you move closer to him. He backs up a little, thinking he should give you more space.

“Yeah, I don’t really know but it’s not a big deal…” He quickly turned his head away from yours as he looked anywhere but your direction. You grab him from his left cheek as you made him look at you, smiling when he made eye contact with you.

His eyes fixated on your lips then back to your eyes, you got the hint and pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled away, “did I do something-’’ you felt your lips meet his again as you widen your eyes but quickly smile into the passionate kiss.

He grabs onto your hips, not pulling away from the kiss the whole time, making you straddle him. “Can I touch them?” He looks down referring to your titties. You give a nod, softly pulling on his curly hair as you move your hips back and forth. He lifts up your shirt and bra, giving into the soft, plush of your breasts.

He starts by groping them and twisting the bud of the nipple, watching you squirm on top of him. He wraps his mouth around the other one, leaving a little bruise around them. You pull on his hair harshly this time once you feel him roughly bite into your left one.

He lets out a small whimper, getting back at you by harshly smacking your ass then rubbing it so it doesn’t leave a deep mark of his palm, not yet atleast. “Ethan!” You whine out, making him smirk. “You can’t be mad at me, baby. You started this or did you forget?

“God! Just…don’t stop please!” He rocks your hips further and deeper onto his clothes bulge, “I’ve thought about this for so fucking long, you don’t understand.”

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[kometqh]

Return

╰┈➤ Ethan Landry x female reader

╰┈➤ Warnings; mentions of sexual harassment, cursing, angst turned to fluff, making out, ghostface! au, unedited

╰┈➤Summary: Ethan breaks up with you, and a couple of months later sees another guy trying to make moves on you - spoiler warning, it does not go well.

╰┈➤ Word count: 2,475k

╰┈➤ Part two

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Hand pulling hand, giggles bounced off the brick walls surrounding the pair. They've done this before, many times, but this time it was different. Something was wrong. The lack of a spark in his eyes told her so, now it was replaced with a darkness. His laugh wasn't as hearty and carefree as all the other times, and his eyes didn't gravitate to hers as she spoke.

His footsteps came to a slow stop, her hand being tugged backwards. She looked back, expecting that big, toothy smile, but was met with none. Her own slowly dropped. 

"Eth? What is it?" She asked, breath heavy and heart thumping.

"I don't know if this is a good idea..."

One brow arched as she looked at him confused, eyes quietly asking him to elaborate. This was new, unusual. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what he meant as her hand rose to his shoulder in concern.

The soft material under the pads of her fingertips brought a form of comfort to her, but that sad look in his eyes didn't evaporate at her touch.

"You know what I mean," He spoke after a moment, heaving a heavy breath, "Us. This isn't working out." He shook his head, thick locks of hair bouncing softly, as he cast his gaze to the side, avoiding the pain he knew he was beginning to cause.

A sigh escaped her lips, her teeth clenched with vigour as she looked up to avoid spilling any tears. This wasn't happening. He can't do this to me. She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, a chill going down her spine as she thought, "Why are you doing this?"

"We both know this isn't working. It'll only end in us bothgetting hurt," He paused, inhaling deeply, "I don't love you."

She looked back to him, this time met with a hard and cold stare rather than the loving, teeth-rotting sweet look in his chocolatey eyes, as he removed his hand from hers. "W-what do you mean? Just two days ago you were on about how you can't stand being away from me!" She shouted, her blood pumping from her heart, up her spine and to her head at a furious pace, "What happened?  What changed your mind?"

Ethan shook his head, looking away as he bit on his cheek to hold back a smirk, ignoring the way his hands trembled lightly; not from fear, but from the nerves. At least that's what he told himself. Looking back up, that smirk was quickly wiped away as he saw the look in her eyes, the pain. She was trying to hold it all back, the pain and the anger and confusion all battling together as they fought to swim up to the surface. 

"Why are you doing this Eth?"

"I have to. It's best if we stop whatever this is."

"How do you know? Are you really thinking about what's best for me?" She asked, tilting her head gently to the side, trying to catch his gaze. She didn't want them to end. 

"Stop making this so difficult! I am doing what is best for me!" He shouted, hands drifting up to point at his chest, the abruptness of his movements almost causing him to hit her, "I don't give a fuck about what you want! Okay? This is over, we are over." He ended his speech in a gentler tone, eyes boring deep into her own with a certain coldness she'd never seen before - not from him anyway.

Tears quickly teased at her eyes, glassing over and blurring her vision as she took a shaky breath. With no words, she nodded her head and pushed past him, walking back towards the busy streets, "Y/n! Wait!" She could hear his voice shouting, but she ignored it, "Come back!" Continuing to walk away, she blended in with the crowds before he had the chance to catch up to her. 

She reached the house party Tara had told her about within 20 minutes. Her legs led her up the short flight of stairs, tear stains smudging the carefully put on mascara and eyeliner. She received a bunch of looks - at first confused, but people were quick to remember what day it was. Halloween. She trudged through the sea of sweaty bodies, small sobs fighting to escape her throat. 

There stood an island in the kitchen, full of red cups and bottles of different kinds of alcohol scattered all over, some empty some full. Carefully, she poured herself a drink, taking a sip as Tara approached her, eyebrows scrunched in concern.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Her voice, filled with worry, asked as the shorter girl stared at Y/n. 

"Yeah I'm all good." Y/n nodded her head, sending a small smile before continuing to drink, chugging the vodka as if her life depended on it. In some way it did, as the pain of a heartbreak cursed through her body, head to toe. 

This became a daily occurrence. She wasn't at parties 24/7, but she was drinking. She was drinking so much she felt invincible against all hangovers. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks, and weeks soon turned into two months. Ethan would always be there, watching silently as her personality diminished, became something else. She was transforming like a butterfly, yet her wings seemed to be clipped. It pained him to watch this, but there was nothing he could do, or would do.

Until the Christmas party. 

It wasn't the traditional friends gathering. No, it was yet another frat party, with a dress theme - Christmas movies. Chad had convinced Ethan to join the core four and Anika, all dressing as characters from Elf - Chad being the main character - to nobody's surprise. But Tara seemed to like that. The group knew they had something going on, but nobody dared to say a thing. Ethan himself was dressed as Walter, and the two roommates stuck close to each others sides, play fighting and downing shots over and over, until a light buzz struck Ethan's head, until Chad had disappeared into the crowds. 

Ethan walked around, stumbling past and bumping into people, muttering apologies under his breath. At some point along his journey, he forgot what he was even doing. His feet were moving on their own accord. 

And then he came to a halt, his gaze setting on her. She was swaying to the beat of the music, hair flowing, head moving from side to side as she enjoyed the music with a red cup in her hand. Pink and blue hues mixed across her skin and hair, making it seem as though she was the only one there. In other words, she was feeling herself. A small smile tugged at his lips, momentarily forgetting that Ethan couldn't have her any longer. 

He begun to move again, this time dancing his way through the crowd, eyes set on one person only. She was dressed in a mini red dress, white fluff coating the edges of it, a Santa hat loosely hanging on her head. She was dancing around with another girl, one from Ethan's class. That was until a tall man approached her, his hands gliding down her shoulders, to her waist, giving a gentle squeeze. His chest pressed against her back as he began to grind on her, either being blind to her attempts at pushing him away, or being ignorant, his lips planting harsh kisses to her neck. 

Then, his hands went further down, to her hips before she turned around, planting a harsh slap across his face, a frown gracing her beautiful features. Her shout echoed, but was quickly deafened by the music. 

That was Ethan's last straw.

Aggressively, he pushed past people. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, and in a fit of rage, upon closing the distance between himself and the scumbag, Ethan gripped him by the neck and shoved him away. A gasp left Y/n's lips as she turned around, feeling cold air attacking her skin as the stranger was ripped away. Her eyes widened as she saw Ethan going in for the hit, lunging at the guy with his fist, knocking him to the ground.

Her heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine. Her lips parted in a silent cry as Ethan's foot made contact with the stranger's stomach, once, then twice and thrice. She gripped his arm and pulled, hauling him away from the scene and to the entrance of the house. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She screeched at the top of her voice, stomping down the flight of stairs. The cold air hit her like a brick, and she was thankful for having a puffed up jacket. 

"What am I doing?! That bastard had his hands all over you!" Ethan shouted back, rolling his shoulders before rolling the sleeves of his blazer up, "I'm going back in there, and I'm gonna fuck him up." Ethan seethed out, the cold being nothing compared to the rage he felt as his mind flashed the images. 

Y/n smiled, her rage overcoming her as tears pooled in her eyes. 

"What do you think you're doing huh? You left me! So don't go around trying to fucking fight for me!" She shouted, coming closer to the male, her hands rising to push at his chest.

Goosebumps decorated the skin of his forearms at her touch, he gritted his teeth and stared right into her eyes. His heart fell at the tears that she spilled. He never wished to see her like this.

"I am trying to forget you, Ethan. So fuck off." She said, emphasising the words 'fuck' and 'off' through gritted teeth, jabbing him in the chest. They made eye contact, which turned into more of a staring contest as one waited for the other to back down. 

She wasn't having it, and decided she won when Ethan's posture slightly faltered. 

"Good." She said and whipped around, her hair slapping him in the face as she began to ascend the stairs, wishing to return to the warmth of the house. A warm hand gripped her bicep before she could take more than three steps, pulling her backwards, and making her heart skip a beat.

"Ethan what the fuck-" A kiss cut her off, his hands coming up to cup her face. She made a small attempt to move away, but one of his hands moved to grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His lips pleaded with hers, but received no reciprocation of the kiss. She was as still as a statue.

He pulled away with a sigh, leaning his forehead against hers as his eyes cast down. She waited patiently, lips pursed into a fine line as her heart beat rapidly and tears dripped down her cheeks.

Looking up, Ethan's heart broke at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Hold her. Kiss her, "I'm sorry." He whispered, maintaining eye contact as she hiccupped. She nodded her head, but said nothing in return, remaining silent. The only thing they could hear was the blasting of music from within the house, their hearts beating in sync as the two thought. 

"This isn't gonna work, Eth..." Muttering, she pulled away, gulping down her pain. Ethan's heart rate picked up at the sweet nickname - one he hadn't heard in what felt like decades. He shook his head, his hands moving from her face and neck down to her crossed arms. He gave them a gentle squeeze, eyes searching hers for any sort of hope. 

"Please... I made a mistake. Please take me back," He pleaded, eyes frantically moving as he tried to connect with her. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, shaking her head in denial, "Please I will do anything love."

"Ethan. Step away. I'm not doing this tonight." She muttered, hand moving to wipe some stray tears away.

"No, I'm not letting you go. I can't stand the thought of a frat boy being with you, touching you - please." 

"You let me go before, you haven't done a single thing to get me back. Ever." She said calmly, gently gripping his hands and removing them from her shoulders, "Goodbye Ethan."

And with that, she began walking back inside, not daring to look at the one person she loved most, the one that betrayed her. But what she wasn't expecting was him running after her, spinning and pinning her against the doorframe, caging her between the doorframe and himself.

Eyes wide, she tried to push him away, but his hand had moved to pin her wrists too. His free hand stroked her chin, tilting it upwards so they could meet eyes, "I'm not letting you go." He murmured softly, voice velvety and smooth as his eyes searched hers, for some kind of softness. 

She said nothing, only gazing at him, lips parted in a silent 'oh' as her thoughts were running at top speed. What is this?

"Couldn't you have done this much, much earlier?" She asked softly, her eyes looking back and forth between his pleading puppy eyes and his parted lips, his tongue poked out for a second to glide over them in anticipation. He knew what she wanted and he would do anything to give it to her.

With that thought, he slowly neared her lips, "Can I?", he asked, looking to her eyes for permission. She gave the faintest nod of her head before their lips connected, Ethan's hands travelling downwards to caress her cheek. He let out a quiet groan, loving the way their lips fit so well together, the way her face fit right into his palms, how soft her lips were - he missed this feeling so bad.

Their lips moved in sync, so used to each others presence and movements, but neither wished to separate, until Y/n pulled away to catch some air, surprised as Ethan chased her lips with his own, his eyes hazed over and cheeks flushed with a pink tint. His thumb glided over her lower lip, pulling at it gently before letting go. He cleared his throat and moved slightly away, but Y/n followed, not ready to separate yet. 

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this..." She whispered softly, eyes searching his own.

Chuckling, Ethan nodded his head and twirled a strand of her hair in his fingers, "Yeah? Me too."

"Kiss me more then." Y/n smiled, latching her arms around his neck as she tiptoed, earning another chuckle before their lips connected again, both students grinning from ear to ear.

"Get a room!" Chad drunkenly shouted from behind, and the two broke away and ran giggling, hand in hand. 

Part 2

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[hvreticz]

VIRGINS PARTY (ethan landry x fem!reader)

WARNINGS : MINORS DNI, drunk sex, first time, ethan and reader are virgins (they both are bold), mutual masturbation, p in v, protected sex (ALWAYS), kind of dirty talk, smut with plot, hair pulling, it’s like soft smut it’s their first time but ethan is whipped (lmk if there’s something i missed)

NOT PROOFREAD

words count :

summary : You’re at a party playing truth or dare while drunk and things turns out unexpectedly hot.

a/n : virgin!ethan gives me butterflies (+sub!ethan)

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The music was extremely loud when you entered that frat party, you weren’t the type to go out a lot but when you did, it was always awkward at first. You scanned the crowd of drunk people in hope of recognizing one of your friends -who invited you- and saw chad at the other side of the room, talking with a guy who appeared as awkward as you.

You quickly walked to them and greeted them

“hi guys!” you screamed so both of the boys could hear you, chad screamed hi in return and the other boy looked at you, doing a shy hi from his hand. Now that you were looking at him, you recognized that it was the guy from your econ class, who’s like 2 seats in front of you. Not knowing what to say, that’s the only subject of conversation that came to your mind.

“You have econ right ? i saw you yesterday!” you said and chad gave you the biggest side eye and left, he wasn’t there to talk about school

“what ?” said the boy, frowning his eyebrows, he couldn’t hear shit with that loud music and bended forward to hear you. The proximity made your heart skip a beat. why was that hot ? you thought. You cleared your throat and spoke louder “i asked if you had econ ! i think we’re in the same class !”

“oh…yeah !” the boy looked at you, as if he was searching in his memory if he saw you before, the proximity of your faces made him blush slightly. “yeah i recognize you, saw you a couple of times!” the boy added without saying anything else and the two of you just kept looking at each other, nodding your head while listening to the music -which was awful by the way- and you quickly changed the conversation before the feeling of awkwardness could creep under your skin.

“want a drink ?” you asked, and Ethan looked at you with big round puppy eyes, eyebrows furrowed in a shocked expression. He wasn’t the type to drink but being asked so gently, he felt like refusing would make things weirder “sure ?” he said in a tone, and you didn’t know if he was asking or confirming but you grabbed two red cups anyways, bringing it to him but before you could sip on your cup, chad come beside you and got an arm around your shoulder while his other hand grabbed the boy shoulder.

“we are playing a game of truth or dare, you guys should play, would loosen y’all up.” and with that, he both grabbed you and manhandled the both of you into a room. There was some other people you never saw and some from his friend group. You all sat in a circle and the pretty boy sat next to you, softly smiling and chad spoke

“okay so i’ll start, Tara” he spoke and the girl raised her head “truth or dare?” the girl faked thought about it “dare” she said and you looked at the people around you, it was all the type to ask some dumb shit about running naked or things like that, that game could go wrong very quickly, you thought. “Kiss the hottest person from the room” chad said and the boy next to you rolled his eyes “don’t roll you eyes ethan, we all know you couldn’t do this.”

so his name was ethan…you thought to yourself and he whispered a faint ‘whatever’ and without the music, his voice was ten times more attractive than before, this was going to be hard. While you were lost in your thoughts, some rounds had already passed ans some people left the room, wanting to go back to the party.

A girl waved her hand towards you. “what’s your name pretty girl?” the girl asked, think her name was anika, as you could remember the names quickly now since you weren’t that much anymore ; just chad and his friends, plus you.

“truth or dare?”fuck, you weren’t prepared to be asked so soon and drank a sip of your cup to calm your nerves as everyone looked at you. “dare?” you said with the same hesitation as the boy earlier, not really super if it was a great choice. “oooh she’s bold” said chad and anika have him a slap on the back of his head before continuing “i dare you….” she said as she looked at the people in the room “to kiss ethan!” she said proudly and ethan chocked on his drink, already burning his face in his cup before making even bigger eyes and looking at you.

“you don’t, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” said the boy and it made your heart melt, kinda. “Do you?” you asked and ethan cheeks grew redder as a laugh escaped chas lips “we’re just, gonna leave you guys do it, ethan’s a little virg—“ chad couldn’t finish his sentence before the sore closed, leaving you both in the room.

alone

You could faintly hear the music that was played from downstairs : the Weeknd.

you looked at ethan who was already looking at you, his heart pounding in his chest. he almost wondered if you were able to hear it. you slowly got to him, straddling him but not touching any part of his body, looking in his eyes. “Can i?” you asked softly and put your hands on his cheeks and ethan couldn’t even speak, he just nodded and you guys kissed. It was sloppy at first, ethan didn’t know what to do with his hands and just put them on your waist, squeezing slightly as you both deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips and you let him enter, releasing a soft sight as you closed the space between your bodies, your covered ass on his front while your hands were in his hair, slowly pulling.

Ethan let out a groan and you pulled away “did i do something bad?” you asked and ethan looked at you, pupils blown “no ! no no- i really enjoy this, really.” he said before closing the gap between you guys lips again, feeling his pants tighten while he slowly reverse the position, you being laid on the floor, your arms supporting you as ethan was on top of you, kissing you deeper and his kiss got down to your neck, you were growing absolutely red and it was so sensual you thought it wasn’t humanly possible to be that hot.

“it’s my first time” ethan babbled in between kiss and your stomach made a knot, not of fear ; that information made you even more aroused. “me too” you slowly whispered and you both looked at each other “maybe doing it on the floor isn’t the best idea…” you said while laughing and ethan laughed back before getting up, helping you get on your feet. For your chance, the bed wasn’t far away and you both literally jumped on it and jumped on each other, more eager than before. “i need you” was all ethan whispered before you sat him on the bed and sat on top of him, kissing him and throwing your shirt away, as ethan did the same with his. You both started to dry hump each other while kissing to release some tension and the sound ethan made literally made your stomach turns.

You quickly got rid of his pants and yours before you hands went straight to his dick while his went for your covered clit, rubbing circles on it as you stroked his dick. Both moans escapes your lips and you looked at each other, no being able to break eye contact. The sounds were almost pornographic as he got under you underwear, dipping a finger into your throbbing cunt. “fuck you’re so hot…and so wet, woah” he genuinely looked shocked and turned on and you kissed him and he kept thrusting in and out of you while moans escaped your lips. You couldn’t wait anymore and pulled his boxer down before grabbing a condom that was on in your pants and he helped you by shifting his hips up, collapsing onto you

“oh fuck, oh my god” one of your hand clenched on his shoulder, digging your nails onto his skin as you slowly get down on him and you both moaned loudly, before staying like that for some time.

“you have condoms on you?” he said? chucking and you chuckled back “you never know, always be protected” was all you said before moving up and down slowly, clenching your cunt as ethan throw his head back, moans filling the room and you both fucked each other for the first time. Ethan thrusted his hips up and it hit a spot you never knew existed, which made you gasp and ethan stopped “fuck, did i hurt you?”

“no keep doing that, it felt so good” you babbled before both of you moved up and down on each other, skin against skin, pace quickening as you felt a knot forming into your lower stomach. Ethan’s name rolled on your tongue like a prayer, and so did he with yours. He grabbed your hips and smacked hard, he was close.

“m’close, fuck, fuck me longer” he started to whimper and let what sounded like a high pitched moan and you slowed down your rhythm before a thousand of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ left his mouth, making you reach you climax “m’gonna cum, fuck, oh my god” you said and Ethan nodded vigorously, kissing you again as you both came at the same time, fucking you through your orgasm.

When you both looked et each other, your faces where red, your breathing was fast and you were totally dick drunk while he was totally whipped by your pussy, it was made for him to fuck into.

You got up and gasped slightly at the emptiness now. You got to pee and ethan cleaned himself before you put back your pantie and he put back on his boxer before you both cuddled a bit. He kissed you on the forehead and looked at you. “Chad is probably wondering was is taking us so long.” he said “probably think we couldn’t kiss and just talked” you shrugged and ethan smiled before you both got dressed.

Before leaving the room, ethan grabbed you by the arm “so…i’ll see you in econ ?” you smiled and kissed him “keep me a seat next to you then” you both smiled and left the room hands in hands and reunited with your friends.

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[domxmarvel]

Delicious 

Masterlist 

Pairing:Ethan x Female!Reader 

Request:Ethan morales making out headcanons or a makeout sesh leading up to smut?

Ethan climbing through your window had become an everyday occurrence,he was always so affectionate and willing to makeout with you at the drop of a hat. You got up from your bed and walked up to him.

"Ethan I thought you were coming an hour later" 

"I just couldn't wait another minute" He immediately pulled you closer to him,kissing you immediately. The quick kisses quickly turned into a makeout session,his arms held you tightly. Pushing you back onto your bed,never once letting go of your lips. Your hands run through his hair as his moves to your pants. 

"Ethan" He let you go for a moment,but latched onto your neck instead. It was already covered in hickeys that you had to make sure no one saw but he was insistent on adding more. "Ethan" You moaned directly into his ear,digging your nails into his back. He was already grinding up against you,making you instinctively wrap your legs around him. He let go of your neck and looked up at you,he tapped your thigh.

"Loosen up" Unwrapping your legs,he immediately moved off the bed and down to his knees. Pulling down your pants,he immediately buried his face into your pussy. He was really good with his mouth no matter where it was,you gripped his hair as his tongue moved faster. 

"E-Ethan,slow down. I can't take anymore" he only pulled you closer and moved even faster. Gripping his hair you pushed his face further down, bucking your hips as you came all over his face. 

"Delicious as usual" He laughed,licking his fingers. 

#ethan morales x reader #ethan morales #ethan x reader #nhie x reader #nhie #never have i ever #never have i ever x reader #smut

[notti-stellate]

Cuddles

Ethan Morales x reader

a/n: I know I said that the Jasper one was gonna be out tonight but idk what came over me. The past hour has just been a blur of writing this, I started writing something that was stuck in my head and I just couldn't stop...

Most people would say it’s cliche that I’m dating Ethan Morales, considering I’m known for being a “good girl” as he would say. To that I say you have no idea who the real Ethan is, when he drops his bad boy persona and actually lets his guard down. When it’s just us he can actually be pretty sweet, his favorite thing is definitely cuddling. Sure, he can make me want to punch him sometimes when he gets detention again but everyone has flaws okay (at least that’s what I tell my mother when she complains about him). Back to what I was saying, Ethan is completely different when his friends aren’t around. 

For example, his friends were over a few hours ago for some group project, (which me and Devi basically had to do by ourselves) and not even ten minutes after they left he was sprawled out on top of me, his head tucked by my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. It’s been at least two hours since they left and he still hasn’t moved, and I really need to pee.

“Baby,” I whispered, “can you get up”

“No” He mumbled, tightening his grip around my waist.

“I need to pee” I whined, attempting to squirm out of his arms. He grumbled but reluctantly let me up, mumbling something about me needing to hurry.

I quickly finished my business and checked how I looked in the mirror. God, boyfriend air was definitely a thing. After I fixed my hair and threw on some chapstick I headed back out towards the couch Ethan was still sitting on. 

“Took you long enough,” He sighed when I sat back down, moving to lay on my chest.

“I was gone for not even five minutes,” I said, raking my fingers through his fluffy brown hair.

“Five minutes too long,” He mumbled, humming at the feeling of my fingers in his hair.

We stayed like that for hours, both falling asleep fairly quickly. Like I said, he is a completely different Ethan than most people know.

#ethan morales x reader #ethan x reader #ethan morales #never have i ever #paxton hall yoshida x reader

[leehoney0]

Cutie

Female reader . Fluff . Suggestive.

“My boyfriend is so cuteeeee” you shout as you stay seated on Ethan’s lap,he rubs his hand up and down your thighs as he smiles up at you

You and Ethan have been dating since the time you both Graduated from high school and we’re starting your collage life,although you wished you had met him early since you truly believe he is the love of you’re life

Even though both you and him seem to come from different sides or group of people you really hit it off mainly since he was one of the first boyfriends you’ve had who were not after your body and truly cared for what you had to say!

Many do your friends had told you,you deserved bettter but you truly didn’t know any better! I mean they were hot so what was the problem! Many had always called you a bimbo but were you truly one that was a hard question already as it was?!

Ever since knowing Ethan you truly understood what if meant to be in love with someone,late nights spend with him were the best you had in years even if those nights were spend tangled in his sheets clothes all over the floor

would consider yourself a bimbo? after being called whatever that word meant a lot you decided that one night to go and search up what it meant

after looking at images and a couple of websites you clapped your hands and jumped in glee,whatever you looked up truly brought you glee

You were a bimbo! The cute style and your closet being full of pink clothes! even your room was full of girly stuff not a spot being uncovered in pink you fully agreed that you were a bimbo but the dummy part did get to you maybe that part didn’t matter!

You were a fully capable independent women even if you need help in a lot of stuff you were alone a lot so why does that matter!

Anyways back to your lovely boyfriend!

As you stare down at Ethan’s,his eyes look into yours with full adoration of you,you starts to peck his face as he grab onto your waist for support

Running your hands through his hair to brush out any tangles from his hair,you hear a noise coming from outside his bedroom,turning to look at his door to try to get a better listen to what you were listing too

“Hey didn’t you say no one would be here?”

Ethan seems to be to caught up in your neck,nibbling on your jaw,Ethan’s hold on you tightens as if you were gonna slip out anytime soon

“Hey I think someone is here”

You tap his should to bring his attention up on you and potentially answer your question,he puts his head up and sighs laying his head on your shoulder

The door swings open and reveals Chad standing with a drink in his hand,he drops his mouth open in complete shock at the sight in front of him,you hold onto Ethan’s shirt as a comfort to being shocked at the door being slammed open

“NO WAY your hooking up with y/n”

(Haven’t watched the movie so don’t know how Chad acts sorry!)

Chad stares at you,confused you tilt your head to the side,did you know Chad,you decided to smile and wave at him,even if you didn’t recognize him smiling was the best option!

Ethan’s sighs and looks down to pull your skirt that had ridden up with his grabby hands always going to cough cough private places,ever since he started to go out with you,he always made sure nothing was hanging out or you didn’t accidentally flash someone

Lifting you up slightly so he can slide out Ethan’s get ups to close the door and pushes him out,blush slightly appearing on his cheeks

“Get out and how do you even know my girlfriend”

Chad turns to Ethan and smirks at him

“She was like this big ditzy girl,went to my high school who supposedly.. not you know judging .. uh a big slut”

Chad says in a tone to try and not offend Ethan,you never know how someone would react to Someone their seeing being called a slut,Ethan’s look at him through his hair

“We are dating and not just hooking up”

He pushes his hair back slightly

“We have been seeing each other for a while and I genuinely feel like she’s the one”

Chad smiles and pats Ethan on his shoulder

“Hey.. if you think she’s the one then she the one”

Ethan smiles at Chad

“Thanks”

Chad Stands up straight and pats his thighs and sighs

“Well I will leave you two love birds alone”

Ethan’s smile and waves back to Chad as he leaves into his own room,Ethan’s smiles too himself and walks back to his room,he turn and steps into his room

You’re sat in the center of his bed looking through your purse for your lipgloss since most has come off when you had your little kiss session,you turn to look up at him since hearing him take step closer too you

Smiling you put your hand out for him to take,he steps closer with a smile on his face,you pull him onto the bed,he plops on top of you,you kiss the top of his forehead and run your fingers down his back

He did always enjoy this as he always made to sure to help you pick your next set of nails,multiple times you got his E on one of your fingers,showing it off to your friends multiple times!

He sighs and snuggles deeper into your neck inhaling your sent,you always chose the best perfumes, you lightly rub your cheek on top of his wavy hair wishing you could stay together like this forever

Although you two might be complete opposite and might not even have glanced at each other in both of your younger years,your glad to have crossed paths!

Cringe!!!!!!!!!

Credits to those writers who can give a character so much more with such little content!!! Also I haven’t watched or don’t even know how the movie goes I had to look up Chad cuz I knew he might be friends with Ethan don’t know if they are really roommates?! But enjoy I guess

Also I always try to make my stories inclusive for woc or poc in general since u know I am one so if something is not inclusive please don’t be afraid to say anything!!!?<3

#ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #ethan x reader #ethan landry x reader #scream imagine #scream x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #jack champion #bimbo!reader #bimbo reader

[marrziy]

Ethan Landry x Male Reader

"Eu Tirei a Virgindade de um Assassino?"

• Filme: Pânico VI

• Personagem: Ethan Landry

• Gênero: hot

• Avisos: menção a assassinato, rápida descrição de morte, Ethan é obcecado pelo leitor, sexo um tanto bruto, com Ethan e leitor dominando em diferentes momentos, Ethan virgem e, até certo ponto, inexperiente.

• Sinopse: a época de avaliações está próxima, e M/n, junto ao seu colega de classe e amigo Ethan, planejam passar a tarde estudando. O plano muda de rota quando os dois se encontram sozinhos em um quarto, com a porta fechada e o clima propício. Entretanto, M/n não conhece nem metade da pessoa com quem está prestes a transar.

• Narrador: 3° pessoa - presente/passado

• Palavras: aproximadamente 7.5k

P R E S E N T E

M/n levanta as pálpebras preguiçosamente, mas as fecha com rapidez após sentir o contato dos feixes solares contra seus olhos sensíveis. — Sol filho da puta. – ele sussurra baixinho, apontando o dedo do meio para a esfera radiante que enfeita o céu azul.

M/n ergue o torço, cobrindo a vidraça da janela ao puxar o tecido da cortina. Ele sempre esquece desse detalhe irritante antes de dormir e, mesmo se deitando na direção contrária, durante o sono, ele acaba se movimentando e acorda virado para a janela.

A luz quente, em contato direto com seu rosto, costuma ser o seu despertador.

— Bem melhor. – M/n murmura, calça seus chinelos e se levanta da cama, confortável com o ambiente mais escuro. Ele geme ao esticar os músculos, espreguiçando enquanto se dirige à porta do quarto.

À medida que o corpo de M/n desperta, um certo incômodo dá as caras. Começou no momento em que ele se sentou na cama, um prelúdio leve do que viria, fácil de ignorar, mas conforme ele dava continuidade a rotina da manhã, saindo do quarto, andando pelo corredor rumo ao banheiro, esse incômodo se intensifica até virar um problema.

Mas M/n ri desse problema, por ser uma consequência do dia anterior.

Daquele ontem prazeroso.

Com o corpo curvado, apoiado na pia, o garoto observa seu reflexo no espelho. O rosto inchado pós sono e as olheiras são irrelevantes quando se tem marcas roxas por todo o pescoço para esconder.

O quadril de M/n dói, sua bunda arde e há um calor latente em seu interior.

O jovem cerra os olhos e franze as sobrancelhas ao sentir algo escorrendo entre suas nádegas, algo quente que ameaça vazar pelo seu buraco e manchar suas roupas enquanto escorre pelas coxas. M/n contrai sem perceber, soltando uma risada soprada em seguida, incrédulo com a situação.

Ele tira as roupas e marcha até o chuveiro, disposto a eliminar qualquer resquício da noite passada que ainda esteja impregnado em seu corpo.

Mesmo tendo se lavado após o ato de ontem, porra ainda escorria de suas entranhas.

— Ex-virjola filho da puta! – M/n amaldiçoa as gerações passadas e futuras de Ethan enquanto sente o líquido branco escorrer por suas pernas e se diluir na água quente.

P A S S A D O

A tragédia fresca pesava o clima no ambiente estudantil. Os sete amigos estavam reunidos no campus da universidade, todos cabulando a derradeira aula da grade curricular para discutir os últimos acontecimentos. O ataque mais recente do assassino mascarado acarretou na morte de um dos alunos de Blackmore.

— Vocês viram as fotos que vazaram? Do corpo? – Quinn, uma dos impostores, vagou o olhar por cada um ali presente, demorando um pouco mais em Ethan. A ruiva sabia disfarçar bem o seu exterior, mas por dentro, ela se corroía em fúria, irritada com o irmão por ele ter matado alguém além da mira da faca, quase ferrando com o plano.

— Já vimos coisas demais, não precisamos adicionar mais à lista. – Tara focou em Chad e Mindy, os dois com quem vivenciou o inferno em Woodsboro.

— Eu vi, mas não por vontade própria. Um merdinha praticamente esfregou a tela do celular na minha cara. Eu desviei, mas ainda sim... vi. – Anika olhava para o nada. O estômago da garota embrulhava sempre que os ataques do Ghostface viravam assunto no grupo. A suspeita de um mau presságio dominava seus pensamentos e mais do que nunca, ela sentia medo da morte.

Mindy envolveu a cintura da namorada, apertando-a contra si enquanto beijava sua bochecha. Anika sentia-se segura nos braços dela; Mindy era seu oásis, seu porto seguro.

— Ouvi comentários, não sei até onde são verídicos... – antes de prosseguir, Chad observou os arredores, sempre de olho em figuras suspeitas. — Mas aparentemente, o cara foi esfaqueado nos olhos. A faca atravessou o crânio e deu no que deu.

"Aqueles olhos estúpidos... isso que dá encarar demais o meu garoto." Ethan pensou, sugando o fini de morango do pacotinho em suas mãos, contorcendo a face pelo gosto azedo.

E como uma chamada do destino, foi só pensar em M/n que lá estava ele, atravessando as portas do edifício, andando distraidamente enquanto mexia no celular. Ethan levantou do banco em que estava sentado, mal se despedindo dos amigos, e caminhou apressadamente até o outro garoto.

Eles tinham planos.

. . .

— O seu irmão tá em casa? – Ethan perguntou, sua voz mansa quase imperceptível. O cacheado brincava com a alça de sua mochila enquanto observava descaradamente M/n destrancar a porta da residência. O Landry fitava as costas do rapaz e se iludia com a cena em sua cabeça, onde ele o abraçava por trás e selava seu pescoço com incontáveis beijinhos. — Acho que ele não gosta muito de mim...

— Relaxa, ele saiu pra farrear com os amigos maconheiros dele, só volta a noite. – M/n entrou e deu passagem para o amigo entrar também. Um rubor tomou a face do Landry quando seus olhares cruzaram. Ethan encarou o chão ao atravessar a varanda, constrangido com a própria mente indiscreta. M/n tentou descobrir no chute o que se passava na cabeça do garoto desconcertado. — Eu não sei qual a pira dele em você. O chato diz que os fofinhos tapados são os mais traiçoeiros.

M/n percebeu a falta de movimento atrás de si e girou os calcanhares, parando no pé da escada, deparando-se com um Ethan estático de expressão exageradamente indignada.

— Ei! – Ethan cruzou os braços e forçou revolta. — Tudo bem me achar fofinho, obrigado, inclusive! Mas tapado? – o moreno sorri, não conseguindo manter a pose ao ouvir a risada de M/n.

Uma pontada de preocupação mantinha Ethan em alerta, visto que M/n despertava seu lado sincero quando ele devia fingir ser outro alguém.

Mas ao mesmo tempo era M/n que aflorava a timidez que Ethan tanto forçava ao lado dos outros.

M/n conseguia quebrar Ethan com pouco e sem esforço, rabiscando camadas de Ethan Landry sobre Ethan Kirsch.

— Deixa de drama! São palavras dele, não minhas! – M/n laçou o pulso de Ethan com os dedos, o guiando escada acima. — Quero dizer... tirando a parte de você ser fofo, isso aí é consenso.

O cacheado seguiu atrás, seu rosto colorido com tons vibrantes de vermelho. M/n não tinha noção do quanto suas palavras mexeram com Ethan.

Por outra perspectiva, Ethan não fazia ideia do quanto M/n desconfiava.

Um sorriso moralmente duvidoso traçou a face de M/n durante todo o curto percurso.

. . .

Ethan, íntimo ao ambiente, foi direto para a cama e sentou no colchão. Sua mochila, estufada de tão cheia, foi esvaziada conforme ele retirava os livros que havia pego na biblioteca da universidade. Ethan depositou o material didático e suas inúmeras folhas de anotações pela cama bem arrumada, planejando o pontapé inicial para aquela tarde de estudos.

"Perfume forte do inferno... é tão gostoso!" A mente do Landry passou a embaralhar ao ritmo que o aroma do edredom penetrava suas narinas, tirando seu foco.

M/n andou até o espelho da escrivaninha com uma muda de roupas sob o braço. — Ethan, tudo bem se eu me trocar? Esse jeans tá me incomodando. – M/n observava o garoto, mesmo estando de costas para ele. A figura de Ethan, logo atrás do dono do quarto, era refletida no espelho, fazendo companhia ao reflexo de M/n.

— Cê que manda. – o coitado respondeu no automático, imaginando que o outro iria ao banheiro ou a qualquer outro cômodo para se vestir.

Ethan teve mil infartos psicológicos ao ver M/n descendo a calça pelas pernas. Os olhos de Ethan acompanharam o tecido caindo até certo ponto, pois seu olhar travou na bunda de M/n quando a única coisa que a cobria era uma cueca justa, uma box vermelha tão apertada que mal tampava o que deveria tampar.

Ethan sentiu seu pau contrair vergonhosamente com a visão, o obrigando a cruzar as pernas com força.

Ele encarava estático, quase babando antes de sua excitação o tirar do transe, mas não do fascínio. A vergonha esquentou todo o corpo de Ethan, principalmente suas bochechas, mas esse calor sequer se comparava com a ardência que ele sentia entre as pernas.

Ethan fantasiou com as coxas nuas de M/n, imaginou como seria delicioso aperta-las e suspirou só de pensar na possibilidade do encaixe de sua mão afundando naquela bunda.

O cacheado praticamente choramingou em um misto de alívio e frustração ao piscar e ver M/n vestido. Sua mente havia printado aquelas costas nuas e reprisava a bela imagem enquanto o mundo continuava girando.

O constrangimento de Ethan foi elevado a décima potência no momento em que ele ergueu o olhar e topou com a expressão de M/n refletida no espelho, o encarando daquele jeito.

O sorriso ladino e explicitamente sugestivo de M/n era direcionado exclusivamente a Ethan. Enquanto seu corpo era devorado, M/n estudava as reações do Landry no reflexo do espelho.

Ethan desviou o foco, fingindo prestar atenção em um livro que ele sequer se deu ao trabalho de ler o título.

"Seu idiota! Sempre fecha acima de 80 nas exatas, mas não conseguiu calcular o básico e perceber que sua cara tava refletindo na porra do espelho!" Os pensamentos latejavam na cabeça de Ethan enquanto ele tentava fingir normalidade.

. . .

Ethan não conseguia parar de pensar naquele maldito sorriso, com certeza significava algo. O ocorrido de quinze minutos atrás serviu de impulso para Ethan, fez sua timidez e incerteza deixarem de ser impedimentos.

Ethan era um bom ator, mas M/n se provou tão bom quanto ao seguir como se nada tivesse acontecido. Os dois estavam deitados na cama, moderadamente distantes, ambos com o rosto entre livros e as mãos ocupadas, anotando trechos importantes e resolvendo questões.

Ethan passava a maior parte do tempo encarando M/n, que após se trocar, trajava um blusão preto e um short verde.

Na cabeça de Ethan, M/n calculou o quão curto era aquele short e o colocou para provocá-lo.

Uma suposição certeira.

M/n desejava prender Ethan entre seu corpo e o colchão, montar no Landry e fazê-lo implorar por seu toque, mas M/n queria que Ethan tomasse a iniciativa, para que aí sim os dois explorassem todos os pecados quentes que quatro paredes podem armazenar.

Antes de abraçar o tesão sem escrúpulos, M/n arrastou Ethan até a borda, disposto a fazer o jovem retraído sucumbir à luxúria.

Os movimentos de M/n na cama, quando ele se pôs de bruços, foram responsáveis por erguer sua camiseta e expor parte da curvatura das costas, revelando a pele nua de parte da coluna até o relevo dos glúteos, onde o cós da cueca começava.

A cena prendeu os mirantes do Landry, e o jovem não se importava caso fosse prisão perpétua.

Ethan não conseguia tirar os olhos, sempre que vagava pelo corpo ao lado, esse pedaço de pele exposta capturava sua atenção.

Enquanto Ethan tentava não ser óbvio e falhava, M/n captava as ações do Landry sem sequer mover o pescoço, usando apenas a visão periférica, parecendo alheio a tudo, mas não perdendo nada.

— Ethan, eu não entendi isso aqui! – M/n apontou para a questão na folha do caderno, esperando que o cacheado se aproximasse. — Me ajuda? – seu tom inocente disfarçava bem suas verdadeiras intenções.

M/n sabia a resposta, ele somente deu a Ethan o impulso final.

E Ethan se aproveitou disso.

— Sério? Pensei que você tinha dominado essa matéria. Deixa eu ver. – Ethan engatinhou até M/n, o colchão afundando com seu peso.

— Eu também pensei, mas... – M/n mordeu a tampa azul de sua caneta, contendo um largo sorriso ao ver as palmas de Ethan descansando no edredom ao seu redor, o prendendo entre elas, cercando seu corpo. — Esqueci.

Ethan curvou o torso, se abaixando até pressionar o peitoral contra as costas de M/n. — Vou tentar ajudar, mas não bota muita fé, também tô perdidinho... – não na matéria. Ethan nunca havia feito algo assim com alguém, ele estava perdido no que fazia naquele instante, mas seus instintos eram fervorosos.

E Ethan seguiu a fervura.

M/n contraiu os músculos e suspirou pesadamente, sentindo o hálito quente de Ethan chicotear sua nuca, o deixando eriçado, ansiando por contato.

O riso soprado de Ethan antecedeu o esfregar de seus lábios macios na pele de M/n. — Foi mal... eu também não sei a resposta. – o Landry joga a última pá de terra no túmulo do que uma vez foi o seu objetivo estando ali: estudos.

O cacheado depositava selinhos molhados na nuca de M/n enquanto, furtivamente, levava uma mão para as costas do rapaz sob si, arrastando a ponta do indicador do trapézio até a região lombar, e quando encontrou a pele libertina, livre do tecido da camiseta, Ethan sentiu o ventre borbulhar.

Ele não conseguiu segurar, passou a esfregar o quadril contra a superfície do colchão, estimulando seu pau ainda dentro das calças.

"Por favor... agora não! Aguenta, Ethan!"

O garoto buscou encorajar a si mesmo, mas M/n, o dono dos seus sonhos molhados e imperador do seu coração obsessivo, estando ali, finalmente à sua mercê, era demais.

Ethan choramingou no momento em que a ponta de seu dedo tocou o cós da cueca de M/n. O Landry arfou pesadamente, seu peitoral subia e descia nas costas de M/n enquanto esperma quente e viscoso escapava da cabecinha sensível do seu pênis inchado, manchando não somente suas calças, mas também parte da roupa de cama.

Ethan gozou nas calças.

"Porra!" O rosto corado do Landry não refletia apenas o fato dele ter gozado antes mesmo daquela interação ser definida como sexo, mas também por ele sequer ter amolecido após o orgasmo, tendo no máximo regredido para meia bomba antes de estar duro feito pedra novamente, agora com o incremento de porra melando toda a sua extensão endurecida.

— Etha-

M/n foi cortado quando Ethan agarrou seus ombros e o virou de frente, montando em suas coxas. Mesmo estando em cima do garoto, Ethan não conseguia fazer contato visual. Ele encarava a parede ao lado, constrangido, mas se recusando a desistir no meio do caminho.

— Eu nunca transei... enfim, você já sabe disso. Eu queria que-

Ethan perdeu o fio da meada e vibrou em rubor quando topou com o olhar baixo de M/n fixo em sua ereção e, consequentemente, na mancha de gozo em suas calças.

— Não olha! – Ethan cobriu sua excitação com as mãos. — Droga... eu não queria gozar rápido, mas você me deixa tão...

— Relaxa! Comigo é igual... – M/n levou as mãos até as de Ethan, às afastando, o impedindo de cobrir a virilha. — Quase igual, na verdade. Eu já passei da fase de gozar nas calças por qualquer coisinha que me excite. – M/n provocou, se divertindo com o revirar de olhos que Ethan deu. — Mas você também me deixa molhado pra caralho... – M/n abriu mais as pernas, abaixando o short e dando a Ethan a visão da mancha de pré-sêmen em sua cueca.

Ethan odiava não ter sido o primeiro de M/n, mas enquanto estiver nesse plano, ele garantirá que será o último.

— Eu quero te comer! – Ethan curvou o corpo até estar pressionando o quadril contra as coxas de M/n. — Você sente? Vê o quanto eu tô duro? Por favor... me deixa te foder! – Ethan choramingou, desesperado para gozar, se esfregando com avidez no corpo de M/n, delirando de desejo, almejando estar dentro daquele corpo.

Se tem algo que supera a fome de Ethan por sangue, é sua vontade infernal de fazer M/n chorar enquanto ele empala seu pau bem fundo naquela bunda gulosa, só parando quando entupir aquele rabo de porra.

Mas para M/n, Ethan ainda era um fofinho tapado.

Ethan precisava manter as aparências, mas ele não sabia até quando aguentaria se reprimir.

— Pra quê? Pra você gozar antes mesmo de enfiar a pontinha? – M/n empurrou Ethan até que ele estivesse sentado com as costas apoiadas na cabeceira da cama. M/n trocou as posições, sendo ele a sentar no colo de Ethan desta vez. — Não, não, fofinho. Esse seu pau chorão precisa aprender algumas coisinhas antes de entrar em mim.

— Tá bom – Ethan exibiu um sorriso gengival, pousou as palmas no quadril de M/n e se acomodou na posição. — O que meu pau chorão precisa aprender pra ter a honra de arrombar esse seu cuzinho exigente?

M/n se arrastou pelas coxas de Ethan até estar pressionando sua bunda na virilha do garoto. Sua carne coberta pelo short fino fazia pressão no membro latejante do Landry, que já chorava dentro da cueca, implorando por liberdade. — Seu cacete é muito dramático, Ethan. Lhe falta prática. – M/n se inclinou até estar sussurrando no ouvido de Ethan. — Eu vou treinar o seu pau, tá certo?

Quando M/n passou a movimentar o quadril, estimulando o corpo trêmulo de Ethan, foi como repetir a pergunta, e Ethan consentiu com um gemido manhoso.

As mãos ansiosas do Landry atravessaram a camiseta de M/n, subindo até a cintura do homem, apertando os dedos com pressão naquelas curvas, sentindo o calor da pele.

Ethan deu ordens a física, forçando o corpo de M/n para baixo, o fazendo se esfregar em si com mais vigor enquanto ele mesmo impulsionava o quadril para cima, roçando sua ereção contra a bunda de M/n.

— Sabe... – a voz de M/n veio acompanhada de suspiros e arfares. — Até que... demorou bastante pra isso acontecer. Notei seu desejo por mim quando nos conhecemos, lá no... no início do ano. – M/n se livrou da camisa, exibindo o torso nu. Ethan não pestanejou antes de tocar e apertar o máximo que podia da carne exposta, afoito, do jeito que se espera de um virgem desesperado para foder. — Você me olhava de um jeito diferente. Antes da gente se aproximar, confesso que era um pouco assustador. – enquanto brincava com os mamilos de M/n, Ethan flagrou os dedos atrevidos do garoto rumo ao zíper de sua calça, a abrindo vagarosamente. — Mas quando ficamos íntimos, eu também passei a te querer. O volume na sua calça sempre me deixou curioso, eu me perguntava se você andava duro o tempo todo ou se tinha um monstro entre as suas pernas.

— Meu Deus, eu não acredito que isso tá acontecendo! – suor escorria da testa de Ethan e ele mordia o lábio inferior, surtando com a simples sugestão do toque de M/n em seu membro quando ele passou a brincar com o cós de sua cueca. — Por favor!

A mão de M/n invadiu a cueca do Landry, seu tato encontrou o calor da virilha de Ethan e o pinicar dos pelos aparados. M/n sorriu largo, orgulhoso ao ouvir o gemido consideravelmente alto que Ethan deixou escapar.

Ethan estava eufórico, nenhuma outra mão além da dele mesmo já havia envolvido seu pau. Naquele cenário ele tinha sua paixonite da faculdade o tocando, parecia até um sonho, mas era real e muito melhor do que qualquer autopunheta.

— Caralho... – um riso soprado de pura surpresa escapuliu de M/n. — Você já tropeçou nisso enquanto caminhava? – M/n deslizou a mão pelo comprimento pecaminoso de Ethan, espalhando a umidez que escapava da glande por toda a extensão grossa.

Ethan estava ocupado demais gemendo, não conseguia retrucar as provocações.

— Puta barulhenta. – M/n constatou antes de juntar seus lábios.

O beijo era uma bagunça deliciosa. Ethan não era o melhor, e de certa forma, isso excitava M/n. Saliva escorria pelo queixo de ambos, os dentes colidiram e a língua eufórica do Landry ornava com aquela união caótica. A falta de experiência de Ethan era responsável pelo ritmo desengonçado, mas aos poucos ele aprendia com a suavidade dos lábios de M/n e repetia, tentando acompanhar enquanto unia seus gemidos dengosos ao beijo.

O pau de Ethan escapou para fora da cueca e M/n intensificou o beijo ao ter a visão do membro grande pulsando em sua palma, quente, duro e molhado.

Os quadris de M/n se esfregavam com rapidez contra as coxas de Ethan, sua excitação irritadiça invejando o prazer do Landry.

Os olhos de Ethan marejaram quase que instantaneamente ao ter a mão de M/n apertando seu cacete com força, se movendo cada vez mais rápido, subindo e descendo ao som úmido de pré-porra escorrendo aos montes. O gosto salgado de uma lágrima solitária que escorre pela bochecha vermelha de Ethan se junta ao beijo barulhento dos dois.

— Aah! Dro-droga! – Ethan xingou ao perceber que estava perto de atingir outro orgasmo, e como da última vez, se sentiu patético, incapaz de pausar o êxtase. — E-eu... eu vo-vou... – ele tentou avisar, mas foi silenciado pelos lábios de M/n.

A estrutura de Ethan tremeu e ele contraiu todo o corpo, principalmente o abdômen. O Landry apertou os dedos dos pés e intensificou seu aperto ao redor da cintura de M/n ao ponto de doer.

M/n retribuiu a interação bruta dando fim ao beijo e migrando com os lábios para o pescoço de Ethan, mordendo a pele suada.

Esse foi o estopim.

Ethan jogou a cabeça para trás, travou os lábios abertos e gemeu mudo. Seu pulmão enchia e esvaziava em um ritmo frenético, desregulado, assim como seu coração estúpido, batendo alucinadamente no peito com a visão lasciva de M/n devorando cada microexpressão sua.

As bolas de Ethan convulsionaram, lançando seu clímax rumo a glande avermelhada, que ardeu ao ponto da superestimulação enquanto liberava jatos do líquido branco e espesso da fenda sensível. O sêmen alcançou as roupas de Ethan e respingou no lençol branco, anunciando o fim das peças, que com certeza entrariam em desuso após manchas tão óbvias de porra impregnarem nos tecidos claros.

A potência do orgasmo se esvaiu, mas o pau de Ethan ainda chorava porra. O esperma do Landry escorria da cabecinha, encharcando a mão em movimento de M/n, que ainda subia e descia em seu membro, ajudando a espelhar sêmen por todo seu comprimento, prolongando o seu prazer com aquela punheta lenta.

O pulso de M/n adormeceu e aos poucos ele abandonou o pau 'chorão', preservando a mão gozada para usá-la mais tarde.

Ethan nivelava a respiração, largando a cintura de M/n e tomando um pouco de distância. O cacheado sentiu-se nas nuvens enquanto fodia a mão de M/n, mas lhe restou constrangimento após os efeitos do orgasmo passarem. — Eu não quero que você pense que eu sou... precoce. – Ethan fecha os dedos, roçando as unhas na palma da mão. "Porra, isso é tão constrangedor!" o pensamento pisca em sua mente inquieta. — Com você eu me sinto diferente... é anormal o jeito que você me excita, e-eu não consigo controlar!

Naquele momento, o Landry se imaginou estrangulando o próprio pau, ameaçando castrá-lo caso ele o desobedeça novamente.

Ethan fechou os olhos com força, incapaz de encarar M/n, considerando essa uma declaração discreta.

Mas para M/n, esse era só mais um episódio de prazer sem compromisso.

— Você é uma gracinha, sabia? – M/n movimentou-se, e Ethan, de cabeça baixa e olhos ainda fechados, não percebeu M/n se curvando em direção a sua virilha. — É normal gozar rápido na primeira vez com outra pessoa, fica tranquilo, só relaxa e goz-... – ele reformulou a frase. — Só relaxa e continua gozando. – M/n, com o quadril erguido para cima e o rosto baixo, próximo do pau de Ethan, passou a salivar com brilho nos olhos, maravilhado com a visão tão próxima do membro inchado, reluzindo graças ao recente banho de porra. — Seu corpo reage com tanta intensidade... Ser o seu primeiro tá sendo tão gostoso, eu nunca pensei que sentiria tanto prazer apenas por fazer outro cara chegar lá. – M/n ronronou ao sentir o calor da excitação de Ethan impregnar em sua face. — Você acabou de gozar e já tá duro de novo. Pervertido!

M/n pousou as palmas nas coxas de Ethan e sorriu ao sentir o garoto vibrar com o toque.

Ethan finalmente abriu os olhos, estremecendo como nunca com a imagem imoral de M/n diante de seu pau, externalizando toda a luxúria infame com uma expressão pecaminosa.

Ethan era fraco, tão fraco que o fato dele conseguir enxergar lhe acarretou um gemido. Bastava M/n existir, isso já era o suficiente para manter a líbido do Landry além do teto.

— Tá sujo... – M/n botou a língua para fora e direcionou uma lambida modesta na glande do membro diante de seu rosto, ingerindo o pré-sêmen que vazava da ponta. — Deixa que eu limpo pra você.

— Ah! Porra... você va-vai me... me matar! – Ethan gemia manhoso, choramingando palavras confusas entre arfares. Ele queria ver com clareza seu pau sumir na garganta de M/n, mas as lágrimas acumuladas embaçaram sua visão. — Eu não vou aguentar! Meu corpo tá muito sensível! – Ethan anunciou previamente, antes que sua boca virasse um alto-falante de gemidos desenfreados.

M/n atravessou a camiseta de Ethan, subindo com os dedos atrevidos pelo abdômen do Landry enquanto decorava o formato da cabecinha avermelhada com a língua, arranhando os gominhos escondidos pelo pano da polo azul ao passo que engolia a carne quente e venosa.

Ethan sorria internamente, concluindo que esse, até então, era o melhor dia da sua vida.

M/n consumia a porra dos dois últimos orgasmos de Ethan, tentando não engasgar - e falhando - ao abrigar o comprimento grosso em sua cavidade úmida.

— Isso é tão gostoso! Eu quero fazer isso todos os dias! – Ethan impulsionou o quadril para cima, perdido na sensação prazerosa que é estar dentro daquele buraco molhado.

Os lábios de M/n estavam completamente esticados quando abrigou metade do pau de Ethan. M/n não tinha certeza se conseguiria engolir tudo, ainda mais com Ethan pulsando daquela maneira, exigindo mais espaço.

M/n ergueu a cabeça, ameaçando abandonar o pau do Landry, carente de fôlego, mas é impedido por duas mãos grandes e firmes que agarram as laterais de sua cabeça, o mantendo parado.

Ethan empurrou o quadril com força, fazendo M/n engasgar com todo o seu comprimento.

Lágrimas grossas rolaram pelas bochechas de M/n, sua garganta apertava ao redor da carne latejante e ele arranhava o peitoral de Ethan em resposta, ressignificando a garganta profunda a algo muito mais complexo.

— Por fa-favor... engo- engole tudo! – o pedido de Ethan veio acompanhado de cordas grossas e cremosas de porra que pintam a garganta de M/n de branco.

M/n sequer sentiu o gosto, a cabeça do pau de Ethan estava tão funda em sua garganta que o líquido não encontrou a língua, apenas desceu direto para o estômago.

Com um gemido rouco, o Landry arrastou seu pau meio amolecido para fora do aconchego molhado, sorrindo ao ver que só havia saliva o rodeando, feliz em saber que M/n ingeriu toda a sua porra.

M/n respirava pesadamente, finalmente podendo tossir, livre dos engasgos.

Mas assim como ocorria com Ethan, um sorriso luxurioso tomava a feição caótica de M/n. — Você gozou três vezes e eu nenhuma, isso não é justo... – M/n faz beicinho, engatinhando até estar sentado no colo do Landry, agarrando a barra da camiseta do cacheado e o ajudando a se livrar da peça. — Hora de nivelar o jogo...

Antes que pudesse tomar qualquer atitude, M/n foi empurrado por Ethan.

Os lábios entreabertos e os olhos ligeiramente arregalados, refletindo curiosidade, indicavam surpresa na suave expressão de M/n, gerada espontaneamente quando ele se viu de costas contra a cama, de pernas abertas e com Ethan entre elas.

— Ei! – M/n resmungou em resposta à repentina mudança de rumo. Os braços do Landry cercavam os lados do colchão, com ambas as mãos esparramadas na direita e esquerda da cintura de M/n. O dono do quarto apertou os pulsos de Ethan, exigindo uma boa razão para ter seus planos arruinados.

— Você é muito mandão. – Ethan aproximou o rosto do de M/n, fazendo contato visual. — Tá na minha vez de comandar a brincadeira.

M/n sentiu uma guinada abrupta em Ethan, ele nunca havia visto feição tão decidida estampada no rosto do garoto e quase nunca o presenciou tendo tal iniciativa direta.

Parecia outra pessoa.

Arrepios de interesse fizeram a virilha de M/n estremecer, o fluxo quente tornava as ações luxuriosas automáticas. Em questão de segundos, M/n estava completamente nú, com o rosto corado, sorrindo sem vergonha para o teto enquanto tinha a cabeça de Ethan na curvatura de seu pescoço. M/n recebia de bom grado as mordidas e chupões do cacheado, que faziam a pele fumegar de tão intensos e lascivos, sendo opostos ao mordiscar meigo que M/n imaginava.

M/n mordia os lábios em expectativa, observando atentamente os dedos de Ethan trilhando seu peitoral, roçando sua barriga, brincando com seu pau e acariciando suas bolas, lhe deixando eriçado ao passo que encaminhava o indicador e o médio até sua entrada.

Ethan parou de se divertir com o pescoço de M/n, sorrindo gengival ao contemplar os tons de vermelho e roxo na pele do garoto.

O Landry semicerrou os olhos, encarando a expressão ansiosa de M/n com desconfiança e curiosidade.

Ethan encontrou o anel carente de M/n e começou a rodear aquela área tensa com a ponta dos dedos, ameaçando entrar. M/n vibrou dos pés a cabeça, cruzando as pernas ao redor da cintura de Ethan, aproximando mais os corpos suados.

— Tá esperando o quê? Vai fundo, enfia.

Confusão traçava a figura de Ethan no instante em que ele moveu o pulso para frente, fazendo pressão na passagem rugosa. O simples impulso fez os dois dedos de Ethan entrarem de uma só vez, sem dificuldade alguma, e junto da rápida penetração, havia a umidade de um líquido desconhecido que encharcou os dedos do Landry.

Ethan ergueu uma sobrancelha, sua testa enrugando conforme ele pedia informações para M/n através do olhar.

Ethan estava tão maravilhado com a sensação das paredes quentes e esponjosas de M/n envolta dos dedos que não conseguiu se conter, teve que movimentá-los, mesmo sem necessidade, tendo em vista que M/n estava pronto, no ponto para ser fodido.

— Depois que você gozou na minha mão, eu usei sua porra pra me preparar. – M/n sorriu enquanto explicava. — Você estava tão ocupado choramingando que nem percebeu.

— Então e-eu posso colocar? – Ethan encarnava o exemplo perfeito do gostoso adorável, sendo aquela bagunça corada e gaguejante que segurava a base do pau com firmeza, se guiando até o tão almejado buraco pulsante, prestes a concretizar uma fantasia antiga.

— Bem... você é um caso diferente. – M/n trocava olhares e arfares com Ethan, ambos enamorados com o lascivo. — Você é o maior com quem eu já fiquei... Mesmo que eu tenha me alargado com os dedos, você ainda me parece um desafio.

O tamanho de Ethan ser citado normalmente o deixaria bobo e orgulhoso, mas a menção indireta aos outros o fez migrar para um estado distante. — Quantos vieram antes de mim? Com quantos você já transou? – os desvios do Landry repercutiram em seu tom, de repente frio.

A bandeira vermelha esvoaçava diante de M/n, mas ter Ethan alinhando a ponta do pau em sua entrada angustiada era demais, transformava M/n em uma vadia burra, o deixava lento e tolo. — E-eu não sei... eu não consigo lembrar de todos... – M/n choramingava, vítima da própria vulgaridade. — Por favor...

M/n estava tão imerso que não percebeu a estranheza do questionamento e tampouco notou a mudança momentânea em Ethan.

O cérebro de M/n estava disposto a sentir, e naquele instante, seus nervos estavam agitados graças à pressão da cabeça inchada do membro de Ethan em seu orifício. O Landry orientava o próprio eixo com a mão, realizando movimentos circulares na passagem enrugada de M/n.

A resposta vaga foi a melhor via. Não aliviou os pensamentos sombrios de Ethan, mas se M/n tivesse especificado com um número, ou pior, com nomes, o Landry anotaria mentalmente, para mais tarde dar fim às almas estúpidas que ousaram tocar no que ele julgava ser dele.

E o primeiro, aquele que tornou M/n impuro, que ousou explorar o buraco que Ethan estava prestes a arrombar, teria a morte mais torturante, lenta e criativa que a mente perturbada do Landry poderia planejar.

Dadas as hipóteses, o veredito seguiu-se com Ethan canalizando sua raiva, frieza, brutalidade e crueza no que verdadeiramente importava.

Ethan empurrou seu comprimento para dentro de M/n, alojando sua dureza naquele corredor esponjoso.

O Landry derreteu feito manteiga, sua frustração anterior caiu no esquecimento quando o aperto das paredes quentes de M/n estrangulou seu pau.

— Porra! – M/n gemeu sôfrego, suspirando avidamente, tentando se acostumar com o membro introduzido em seu interior. — E-era pra vo-você ter a-avisado, idiota! – cada fibra do orifício de M/n apertava com força a carne palpitante de Ethan, no objetivo de expulsar os longos centímetros invasores. — Não se mova! Fica parado!

— De-desculpa... Eu não consegui me... me conter. – Ethan tentou ficar quieto, e conseguiu, na medida do possível, já que seu corpo tremia, convulsionando de prazer ao ter seu cacete pulsando tão fundo em M/n. Os quadris de Ethan pareciam ter vida própria, roçando levemente contra a bunda de M/n em movimentos circulares quase imperceptíveis. — Você é tão gostoso!

O Landry não conseguia controlar seus impulsos, atrasando o conforto de M/n com seus espasmos.

— É muito quentinho... Me avisa quando você quiser que eu continue! – Ethan iniciaria as investidas somente quando M/n pedisse, assim ele saberia a hora de fazê-lo gritar. — Estava tão largo quando eu enfiei os dedos, mas agora tá tão apertado!

— Claro que agora tá apertado! O seu pau é equivalente a uns quatro dedos! – M/n mantinha as pernas firmemente rodeadas na cintura de Ethan enquanto reprisava o ciclo de contrair sem querer e estremecer logo depois.

— Nas minhas costas! – Ethan curvou-se, deitando em cima de M/n, pressionando seus peitorais suados e diminuindo consideravelmente a distância entre seus rostos. O Landry bufou, arrepiando de prazer ao ter o pau de M/n contra seu abdômen, pulsando entre seus corpos.

— O quê?

— Desconta nas minhas costas... alivia seu desconforto em mim.

Com os dedos trêmulos, M/n arranhou o dorso de Ethan sem decoro, encontrando um conforto peculiar no ato.

Vergões sobressaíram na pele clara do Landry, acompanhados de leves indícios de sangue. O ardor dos cortes superficiais levou Ethan a imaginar-se decorando o corpo de M/n com uma faca, tatuando suas iniciais na carne sensível do outro homem.

M/n se perguntava sobre o que Ethan tanto divagava, admirando sua face corada, travada em devaneios.

Enquanto M/n se perdia nos pensamentos alheios, sua bunda adormecia, acostumada a ser esticada até o limite, se ajustando a largura do pau de Ethan. — Agora você pode se mexer... – M/n sussurrou na orelha do Landry, empurrando o quadril para trás, pressionando a virilha de Ethan.

Fogos de artifício explodiram no interior do cacheado quando as palavras que ele tanto queria ouvir finalmente penetraram em seus ouvidos.

Ethan levantou o torso e M/n aproveitou para acariciar o peitoral firme do Landry, brincando com os mamilos eriçados.

Ethan afastou o quadril, retirando seu pau quase que completamente do canal quentinho, mantendo apenas a cabeça fincada na passagem de M/n.

O Landry dava corda ao seu desejo mais intenso, relembrando, enquanto roçava a glande do pau no anel inchado, o quanto ficou duro com o primeiro contato entre eles. Havia sido um simples toque no ombro, mas foi o suficiente para armar a barraca de Ethan, o obrigando a inventar um imprevisto para correr até o banheiro. Ele cobriu o volume nas calças com o moletom durante o percurso, o que serviu apenas para apontar onde o problema se encontrava.

Aos olhos de M/n, o cacheado sempre foi óbvio.

Naquele dia, Ethan perdeu metade dos períodos na universidade, chegou a pensar que seu pau iria cair após a quarta punheta seguida.

Ele não se orgulhava de ser tão obcecado, mas foi graças a essa obsessão que ele aproveitou 101% do momento, chegando a superestimar a foda com M/n ao enquadra-la como a melhor coisa que ele já experimentou.

Ethan voltou para dentro de M/n com força, batendo suas bolas na bunda do garoto com o encontro de quadris. O Landry não perdeu tempo e engatou outra investida potente, se permitindo ser guiado pelo instinto, compondo uma melodia estalada com o bater de pele.

— Porra, caralho, cacete!... aí mesmo! – M/n soluçou, impressionado com a rapidez que Ethan atingiu sua próstata. — Você é tão... tão grande que ne-nem precisou procurar... – a voz de M/n estava embolada, saliva escorria pelo canto dos lábios e ele tremia, descontando a intensidade dos estímulos nos lençóis, os enrolando entre os dedos. — Eu me sinto tão cheio... – as lágrimas acumularam, a visão borrou e falar se tornou um desafio com tudo em prol dos gemidos desenfreados.

— Droga! – Ethan suspirava, sorrindo ladino, apertando a cintura de M/n com posse, o pressionando mais contra o colchão, mantendo M/n imóvel enquanto o comia com fome. — Você também não ajuda... – o suor umedecia a pele fervente de ambos e as investidas de Ethan se tornavam molhadas conforme seu pré-sêmen pintava o interior de M/n. — Como vo-você mesmo disse, meu cacete é dramático... tô tentando evitar que ele chore, mas você, tremendo desse jeito enquanto me a-aperta assim... cara, eu mataria por você!

M/n inventou um novo som quando gemeu e riu ao mesmo tempo, achando divertida a forma que Ethan se expressou, com o plus de um pau entrando e saindo de seu buraco, o esticando até o limite.

M/n não estaria rindo se soubesse o quão literal foi a fala de Ethan.

O calor que emanava dos corpos aumentou e com isso, o ritmo estagnou no fluxo inerente da carne necessitada. Ethan metia com força, fazendo M/n gritar de prazer, efetuando certo, independente dos seus movimentos erráticos e desesperados.

Ethan saboreou o gosto do poder e adorou. Ele queria se sentir assim em relação a M/n o tempo todo, não somente na cama.

Ele queria M/n para si.

— É bom saber que você vira uma vagabunda chorona quando tem um pau te arrombando. – Ethan sorriu, orgulhoso de si mesmo. Como quem absorve as camadas de um quadro em uma galeria, o Landry apreciava a bagunça manhosa que M/n se tornou. — Te comer é bom demais!

A cama rangia e, vez ou outra, devido aos movimentos empolgados que extrapolavam os limites da castidade, a cabeceira batia contra a parede. Ethan fazia questão de não deixar espaço vazio em M/n.

Se ele pudesse, enfiava até as bolas.

E se fosse possível, M/n estaria implorando.

Cada músculo daquele orifício apertava a carne palpitante de Ethan, arrancando gemidos do cacheado. Mas a verdadeira vadia escandalosa era M/n, que abraçava com vontade aquela inversão de papéis.

M/n não conseguia evitar a barulheira, afinal, Ethan socava sua próstata sem dó, acertando aquele ponto sensível várias e várias vezes seguidas. M/n se preocupava com os ouvidos vizinhos, seu irmão não poderia sequer desconfiar do que ocorria ali, e com isso martelando sua mente, - seu único pensamento além de "quero gozar" - M/n cobriu os lábios, abafando os gemidos com as mãos.

Ethan não gostou disso. Ele queria ouvir aqueles barulhinhos fofos.

— Não. Você vai gemer! – o Landry agarrou os pulsos de M/n e os prendeu no colchão, o impossibilitando de reprimir seus gemidos. — Eu quero ouvir… qual o meu nome?

— E-Ethan! – M/n estaria mentindo se dissesse que não arrepiou dos pés a cabeça com a ousadia de Ethan. — Você é um bo-bom menino… tão bom em me foder!

O nome do Landry, sussurrado no tom rouco, o levou a níveis astronômicos de excitação, o que obviamente refletiu em suas estocadas, que foram elevadas ao quadrado e multiplicadas por dois, tão fortes e brutas que deixaram M/n mole, restando de duro em seu corpo apenas sua ereção entre as pernas.

E como Ethan, de acordo com M/n, era um bom menino, ele não negligenciaria seu pau.

Enquanto investia com força atrás, o Landry acariciava o que havia na frente, encaixando a mão no membro sensível de M/n, rodeando a base com os dedos.

Se punheta fosse ofício, Ethan estaria graduado. Ele sabia o que fazer com as mãos.

Mas não precisou. M/n estava no limite, com tantos estímulos acumulados que bastou quatro sequências do sobe e desce da mão de Ethan junto das estocadas profundas para que ele gozasse.

M/n arqueou as costas, sentindo aquele formigamento de aviso no estômago. As juntas dos dedos se contorceram e o corpo de M/n ficou tenso. Como estava ocupado gemendo, M/n não conseguiu avisar, pintando Ethan e a si mesmo com cordas brancas de porra enquanto preenchia o quarto com o nome de Ethan, que vazava de sua garganta em tons profanos de luxúria.

— Cacete… vou gozar tanto que você vai pra faculdade com a minha porra escorrendo aqui atrás!

Os espasmos de M/n foram responsáveis por conectar o clímax dos dois, pois enquanto M/n se contorcia após seu orgasmo, suas paredes apertavam o pau de Ethan com vigor, exigindo algo daquela cabeça inchada.

O Landry soltou os pulsos de M/n, passando os dedos para seu pescoço, sem apertar de fato, se limitando a uma pressão moderada. Curvando-se sobre aquela versão trêmula e dengosa de M/n, Ethan trocou um olhar profundo, alinhando sua pupila dilatada a marejada de M/n antes de unir seus lábios em um beijo desordenado.

Para Ethan, uma cruzada com mil e um significados, do mais puro ao mais moralmente condenável.

Para M/n, um olhar.

Ethan gemeu manhoso contra a boca de M/n, sentindo o interior acalorado do garoto mais apertado conforme seu pau inchava copiosamente, pulsando naquele corredor macio, contribuindo para o esmagamento prazeroso de sua carne necessitada.

Ethan parou de se movimentar, permanecendo quieto enquanto tremia sobre o corpo sob si, com seu pau cravado bem fundo no buraco judiado de M/n, apenas aguardando o orgasmo, que corria furiosamente em direção a glande úmida.

As bolas do Landry convulsionaram contra os glúteos macios de M/n ao ter sua carga esvaziada. Ethan ronronou quando cordas grossas de sêmen vazaram de sua fenda, enchendo o orifício de M/n com o líquido quente. O pau de Ethan se afogou na própria porra cremosa, com a cabecinha chegando a arder com a quantidade abundante de sêmen que liberava.

Mas Ethan não queria que vazasse, seria um desperdício, então ele permaneceu ali por um tempo, beijando M/n enquanto seu pau dava as últimas pulsações em seu interior.

Enquanto amolecia, Ethan se retirou lentamente, arrancando um gemido sussurrado de M/n. O som molhado daquela deixa iria acompanhar Ethan até em casa.

— Mudei de ideia, você não vai mais pra faculdade pingando porra. – Ethan sorria enquanto falava. — Meu pau tava tão fundo em você que meu gozo deve estar no seu estômago agora.

M/n revirou os olhos, se esforçando para segurar o riso. — idiota.

P R E S E N T E

Sentado na beirada da cama, M/n enxuga o cabelo com uma toalha enquanto reflete sobre a saída apressada de Ethan noite passada.

O Landry simplesmente disse que tinha planos e que estava atrasado.

M/n não queria amanhecer com Ethan, longe disso, mas ele gosta da presença do cacheado e um tempinho coladinhos não faria mal.

"Ele não é do tipo que come e some…" Mas logo refuta a própria reflexão. "Na real, eu fui o primeiro que ele comeu, então…"

M/n corta os pensamentos, preocupado demais por coisa boba, ele conclui.

De qualquer jeito, ambos vão se ver na faculdade, então qual é a do alarde?

M/n salta da cama ao ouvir o irmão chamando do andar de baixo. Seu nome ecoa por toda a casa. — Espera aí, porra! – M/n responde no mesmo tom, se veste apressadamente, quase cai no processo e marcha até a sala, onde a extensão do seu sangue apontou para a tv.

"Gralha fodida." O pensamento intrusivo pisca na cabeça de M/n.

—  Eu falei, caralho! Te disse pra ficar esperto com aquele puto! – seu irmão fala, aumentando o volume da reportagem que rodava na tela. — Você trouxe a porra de um psicopata aqui pra casa!

Um letreiro gigante cobre a parte inferior da televisão, onde está sendo noticiada a identidade dos assassinos que assolaram as ruas da cidade neste halloween, simultaneamente trazendo a público a informação de que eram três pessoas a trajar a figura do Ghostface na temporada trágica.

M/n gelou ao ouvir o nome de Ethan sair da boca da repórter que apresentava o programa.

Ethan Kirsch.

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[messylustt]

obsessed ( believe me ) — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : scream after ethan revealed himself as ghostface to you, you try to tell the group, hoping they’ll believe you…but ethan has other plans.

contents : surprisingly nothing sexual. a kiss. this is mainly the repercussions + plot after ethan’s reveal. wc 2.1k.

pt one pt two pt three

you had locked your door tight every night whenever you’d be home. you couldn’t let a ghostface get in, you couldn’t let…ethan get in. god, the concept that he’s a killer now confuses and scares you at the same time. if ethan can kill then christ, everyone should be wary of everyone.

you aggressively mix the cupcake batter. you had grown guilty and…well…confused. you hadn’t told the group. though you haven’t had the time—you haven’t seen them since the party. so, it’s not entirely your fault. you need to tell them. they could die if you don’t.

with a final whisk you begin to pour the batter into the cupcake tins. there’s no harm in giving them something tasty as you drop the charming bomb. You place the tin in the oven, already preheated. clicking the timer you pause. what if they don’t believe you?

the carpenter sisters and martin-meeks twins have known you the same length as they have ethan. shit, you should have gotten proof, something that would show your not just pointing the finger. you rest against the counter, watching as the cupcakes begin to bake.

you can feel your heart pick a pace at the thought of ethans words. he kissed you, he wanted to kiss you. what were you thinking letting him? no, you think to yourself. you didn’t have a choice…but it’s not like you absolutely hated the idea. shit.

what if you saw ethan in class? how the fuck should you act? you run your hands down your face, growing agitated and fidgety.

;;

“y/n!” mindy called from across campus. your carrying a box full of your cupcakes, as you take a heavy breath. it’s okay.

you wander over to her, smiling, only to falter when you see chad and ethan reach her side too.

you catch ethan’s gaze and freeze. ethan tilts his head, acting like an innocent shit. you gulp as you notice a ghost of a smirk on his face.

“mindy, can I talk to you for a moment?” if anyone’s gonna believe you about ethan, it’s mindy. she already thinks ghostface is him.

“uh, sure. is it real private?” she seems confused, since this group barely kept anything from each other. you clutch your cupcake box a little tighter, and that’s when chad notices.

“hey! are those cupcakes?”

you smile, offering them to him. “yo, thanks y/n.” he opens the box as you turn back to mindy.

“it’s girls sorta stuff.”

“oh.” she smiles, grabbing your elbow. “we’ll catch up with you later!” she calls back to ethan and chad, as she brings you farther away.

as you stop by a tree, you can't help but glance back at the two boys. chad is stuffing one of your cupcakes in his mouth. you hate the shiver that racks your spine, as you watch ethan take a bite, keeping his gaze on you. he tilts his head down in thanks, and you can spot the mischievous glint in his eyes. he knew they were bribe cupcakes for your point on him being the killer, to make it sound more appealing. but he only finishes the cupcake with a hum.

you whip your gaze to mindy, your expression desperate. “mindy, you know how you're always saying that ethan is ghostface?”

mindy scowls, glancing at him. “yeah, i swear it's him.” She narrows her eyes, before shifting her gaze back to you. “why—do you think the same?”

“i don't think, i know.” you stare at her earnestly. “i saw him. he attacked at my apartment. there was this other ghostface there, who tried to first, and then…” you weren’t going to mention that Ethan kissed you. it was irrelevant. “then he took off his mask.”

mindy is staring at you as your words spill out in a rush. “wait, you're saying ethan attacked you in your apartment, and then revealed himself?” she hisses.

“well, no, he didn’t attack me. he attacked the other ghostface—”

“wait, what?!”

you shush her, glancing around. ethan and chad weren’t there anymore and you were relieved.

mindy stares at you. “why would he attack the other ghostface?”

“i don’t know!” you exasperate.

mindy spins in surprise. “what the fuck?!”

you grab her arm. “but you believe me, right?”

“i believe ethan could be ghostface, but…attacking his fellow ghostie, and then what— revealing himself to you?” she sighs. “it's a little hard to make that make sense.”

“i know, i know. but i swear. that’s what happened.” you're growing desperate, especially as you see hesitance flash across mindy’s face.

“mindy, i wouldn’t make this up.”

she sighs. “but if ethan—as ghostface—went to your apartment not to hurt you, then why was he there?”

you pause. he couldn’t have just been there to…kiss you, right? that doesn’t make sense. you go to explain more about him attacking the other ghostface when you stay silent. ethan saved you from getting killed. would Mindy interpret that as you being on the same side. no. if you’d tell her that, then she’d know you weren’t one of them.

“y/n?”

you meet mindy’s gaze, as her eyes have grown wary. you shake your head. “i don't know why ethan was at my apartment dressed as ghostface. all I know is that he is one of them.”

“i– look i want to believe you, y/n. i like you! but it's just—” she cuts herself off, breathing. “you could be lying because your…ghostface.”

your shoulders slump. this is what you were scared might happen. “mindy, i swear.” you go to grab her arm, but she steps back.

“ethan is still on the top of my list, but…let me just think.” rhen she leaves.

shit. this was supposed to go so much better.

“you should have given her the cupcakes.”

you jump, and whip around to see ethan standing with an almost smug expression. you gulp, stepping to the side. “get out of my way.”

ethan just chuckles. “didn’t work?”

your silence makes him grin. “she already thinks i’m Ghostface, but like you, has no real evidence.”

“i–” you cut yourself off, because he’s right. you have nothing on him. and it turns out your word isn’t enough. “just leave me alone.”

“so cold.” he comments. “we’re in the same lesson.”

your whole body is tense. “come on.” ethan turns, heading to the large building of blackmore.

you both make it to the hallway, bustling with students heading to their respective classes. you stay a decent way behind ethan. you will not be seen with him. that would only contradict everything you said to mindy.

then just as you're about to squeeze past the students to get inside the lecture hall, a hand tightens around your wrist, yanking you to the right. you gasp as you get dragged into a small broom cupboard.

“ethan, what the fuck?” you spin to face him. he stands his back to the now shut door of the cupboard, trapping you in.

“i was kinda hoping you wouldn’t go and be a tattle tale.” he steps closer and you immediately step back, your hand out in warning. “but your cupcakes were very good, so, i guess that’s a plus.”

“ethan. let me out.” you were growing worried, the hairs on the back of your neck spiked.

“and i know i said i’ll leave you alone and all. but, wouldn’t it seem strange if we ignore each other.”

“if you wanna act normal in front of them—fine.” you were scared, and ethan could tell. “but there's no reason for us to see each other alone.” you gesture around the closet.

“that kinda hurts, y/n.” ethan says. “i mean i’m not too much of a fan of PDA, but if you're into that, I’ll settle.”

“what?”

ethan steps closer, and your grip finds a broom. “i like kissing you. and if you don't want to do it alone, then we can do it in front of our friends.”

you gulp, holding your pathetic excuse of a weapon out in front of you. “i’ll keep your secret, they don’t believe me anyway. so, please. there’s no need to kill me.”

“kill you? gave you listened to a word i've said?” wthan brushes his hand across the brustels of the broom. “i’d rather kiss you then, then kill you.” he steps closer. “and the broom’s cute.” he’s trying not to laugh.

“ethan, seriously.”

“i’m being dead serious, y/n.” he says, tapping down the broom as you shake his fingers off. then he backs away. “i’ll see you in class.” then he’s out of the closet, leaving you standing there, breathing hard and even more confused.

;;

you’re standing, talking to tara, as you wait for the rest of the group to be done with classes. mindy and chad come out first. slowly followed by ethan. you stay close to chad, as he tells you about this dick in his lesson.

ethan notices your “subtle” move to be “safe”. chad couldn’t protect you. and not from getting hurt, ethan’s already been clear that that's the last thing he wants to happen. just from him in general. he likes you. he thought it was obvious, but he guesses you're still reeling from him being ghostface.

you all talk and walk, until you’ve reached the carpenter sister’s apartment. ethan then digs in his pocket to retrieve a ring he stole from you in the closet. tara, Sam, and quinn are heading to their apartment.

“uh, y/n?” ethan calls to you, making you glance behind your shoulder. “i have something of yours.” he holds up the ring, as you hesitantly step closer, your hand out. you think you must have dropped it on your walk.

but ethan strides over, passing your hand and grabbing your chin. before you can say a word ethan is pressing his lips to yours, you stumble slightly back, along the gravel. chad is watching, mouth hanging open. “holy shit,” you catch tara say, as ethan pulls back, with a grin.

you're staring at him agape, as you hear a few hollers from chad. if only he knew. ethan then whispers in your ear. “i’ll call you.”

;;

you're staring at your phone in your apartment, scared for it to ring. and when it does, you hesitate grabbing it.

when you do, you take a reassessing breath. you had to end whatever this was. “hello, y/n.”

ethan’s using the ghostface modulator. prick. “ethan, you don’t have to use that. i know it's you.”

“and where’s the fun in that?” the deep voice breathes a chuckle.

“stop playing games, ethan. stop all of this. i’m not interested.”

“in me?” he inquired.

you hate the fact that you falter. you shouldn’t be fucking faltering! “yes.”

“you're a very unconvincing liar.” ghostface speaks mockingly.

“and you can’t take a hint.”

“tell me y/n,” ghostface speaks, as you pace your living room. “what's your favourite scary movie?” he jokes.

you scoff. “i said no more games ethan.”

“just one.” ghostface half begs. “i promise.”

“you gonna make me another deal?”

“i can.” ghostface shuffles on the other end. “if you play this game with me and win…i’ll reveal myself to our friends.”

you pause your pacing. “what?”

“doesn’t that sound fair?” ghostface probes.

you gulp. would he really? you wouldn’t look like a fool to mindy, and worse a betraying ghostface. you lick your lips. “what’s the game?”

“that’s my girl.” ghostface praises breathlessly. you stand a little straighter, ignoring the butterflies swarming your stomach.

“we’re going to play a simple simon says.” ghostface breathes through the phone.

“simon says?” you repeat.

“mhm.” ghostface hums.

you run your hand through your hair, gathering your thoughts, and a seeable decision. fuck it. all you had to win was simon says. easy. “deal.”

you can almost hear the grin forming on ghostface—ethan’s—face. “let’s get started, then.”

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🐦Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 filthy smutathon

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° making premature ejaculation work for you & your boyfriend

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° commissioned by dat boi jace(@punk-gremlin)💋 always a great time being on the same wavelength as you [requests are open but commissions get priority- there are 2 fics in cue, secure your own spot right here]

° [ITA:] principessa: princess - amore: love

It had been an incredible date, this was proving to be the norm in your relationship with Ethan. You didn’t think he was capable of taking you on a subpar date, even if he tried.

You were eight dates in, and he was still impressing you - taking you to places that you could brag about visiting and giving you nights full of sparks. He gave you butterflies each time he picked you up and none of your meals had been marred by awkward silences.

Tonight had seen you dining at a recently-opened seafood restaurant. Because it was so new, it was hard to get reservations, but his notable name got you into places without a fuss. Seafood was a favourite food that you shared, both of you intrigued by almost everything on the menu. This was more low-key than some of the other dates he had taken you on (axe throwing had been especially memorable). But that didn’t make it any less interesting. You had enjoyed getting to hear so many stories from his childhood trips to Costa Rica - a country you had never visited.

Everything had been so perfect. But by the time you arrived back to his place, you were pretty much done with keeping your hands to yourself. You were tired of (bordering on bored) being polite and acting according to society’s rules. This behaviour went against what you wanted. You wanted to get to the real main event of the night - him. All of the food had been delicious, but what was going to keep you buzzing into tomorrow was him and that amazing body.

Being back in his luxurious apartment had you inundated by memories of thrilling conclusions to other nights. They were recent and powerful, getting you to the point of practically salivating over experiencing more of that Heaven he could take you to.

Luckily for you, he was under no false pretences of why you were here. He didn’t waste your time pretending that you were here for a night cap or to see any souvenirs from Costa Rica.

You quickly found yourself in the master bedroom, your lipstick making a mess of his face and neck as he held your body close. Held up against the wall, you were kissing him with all of the enthusiasm that you had been keeping a lid on. Your hands had found their way into the open collar of his button-down, while his hands were pushing up the hem of your dress. You couldn’t recall who had started it, but you were immensely enjoying the steady grinding your bodies had set into.

You separated from his mouth, whimpering a little in response to the rising passion. “Mmn, I wanna fuck you.”

He paused, leaning back enough so that he could look you over with a furrowed brow. “Really, that’s what you want to do now that we're here?” You nodded, eagerly licking your lips. “I thought I was gonna turn the lights down so that we could share spooky stories.”

You laughed and gave his solid shoulder a shove. “Ethan…”

“What? I’m genuinely surprised that’s not what we came in here to do.” He said before dropping the farce. He showed you his more serious side, pinching your chin with his fingers to keep you looking at him. “I wanna fuck you too.”

You were smiling as he came in, initiating more kisses. But you didn’t let yourself get entirely carried away by this - not while you had an important point to make. “I mean that you don’t have to eat me out…”

This time he looked at you with sincere confusion. “But I like to- I love eating your pussy. Do you not like it? Did I go too hard or something last time? Because you can tell me to change anything at any time. I just really love making you feel good like that. I’ll do it any way you like-”

To silence him, you put one of your hands over his lipstick-smeared mouth. “It’s perfect, there is absolutely nothing wrong with how you eat pussy. I have no notes for your technique ‘cause there’s no part of it that I don’t enjoy. If there were such a thing- I’d give you an award for how great you are at it.

“But I just thought that for tonight, we could go straight into the fucking. You eat me out every single time. Maybe we could try things a bit differently tonight.” You said.

You weren’t prepared to see uncertainty on his face, but he nodded all the same. “Yeah, of course, we can try anything you like.” He briefly kissed you. “All that matters to me is that you come.”

“Well, are we gonna talk about it for the rest of the night, or are we gonna do it?” You asked.

He smiled as he lowered his centre of gravity slightly and relocated his hands to the backs of your thighs. He gripped you here, fingers digging into your skin as he lifted you off of the ground. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck as your heart began racing. Without a single second of trepidation or unsteadiness, he carried you over to this bed. You were invigorated by the ride, stealing a couple of kisses from him as he crossed the room.

You didn’t release your arms from around him, so when he lowered you to the bed, he was pulled down as well. You kissed him more as he laid down on top of you. You lifted your legs from the mattress and wrapped them around his waist, tensing them so as to keep him securely in place. After a whole night of holding back, you had a lot of time to make up for.

Your bodies fitting comfortably together, he started to grind on you again. You reached your hands into his loose hair as you enjoyed this friction. He buried his tongue into your mouth as his hands gripped your back, making you feel so wonderfully secure. Your cheeks rushed with heat as you noticed something below the waistband of his pants digging into you. You were still fully clothed, but the promise of nudity and more already had him erect. It was so flattering, just another testament of how into you this unbelievable man was.

A brief pause was taken so that you could each get undressed and he could grab a condom. He asked if there were any specific positions that you were craving. You didn’t care if it made you seem vanilla, you said missionary - ready to be obsessed with, knowing there was nothing more erotic than seeing him on top of you.

He turned down your offer of helping to apply the condom. So you just got comfortable on his bed, keeping your legs parted as you laid your head down on the pillow. As you took this opportunity to admire his body, you noticed him doing the same to you.

Then he began to get into position, filling the available area between your thighs. He braced himself with his hands on the pillow as he moved in closer than before. He appeared to be putting some concentration into this, his brow furrowed to go along with the serious expression he now wore.

Meanwhile you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that there was nowhere better than your current position. Your fingers played with his cascading hair, refusing to allow it to hide his handsome face at all. As you ran your fingers through the long locks, you found the singular plait that started at the nape of his neck and you wound the thin plait around your pointer finger. This was his ‘secret’ plait, not there for any particular reason. You had to be very close to even know of its existence - there was something so intimate about that, making you appreciate it more, giving it significance.

“Principessa.” He said, the pet name always made you feel precious. That was especially true now as he started to bury his dick into you.

You relished the feeling of your cunt stretching to accommodate him as he came in even closer - you were ready to feel him as close as possible. Your heart was consistently racing now, each time you were daunted by the size of him, needing an opportunity to settle in. But it did nothing to dampen your excitement and you could hardly wait to explore everything that took you from daunted to satisfied beyond belief.

That serious look remained on his face and you assumed he was worrying over hurting you. You took it upon yourself to show him how much you were enjoying yourself. You kept one hand playing with his hair, while you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, easing his chest closer to yours. You lifted your head, getting close enough to cover his mouth in enthusiastic kisses.

At first he couldn’t quite keep up with you, his breathing somewhat laboured between kisses. Then his mouth was responding more, it seemed that his focus was shifting and the two of you began to find a synergy. All the while, he was moving deeper into you and you expressed your appreciation by kissing him harder.

You chased greater proximity by wrapping one of your legs around his waist. You worked your hips, eagerly pumping yourself closer to him. As you further explored the fun to be had with your current range of movement, you swiped your tongue at his lips.

Instead of letting you into his mouth, he was breaking the kiss altogether. His head somewhat slumped, mostly falling out of your field of vision. For the moment you placed your concentration on mastering your movements.

On top of you, you could feel his uncontrolled shivering. He met each of your hip snaps with his own powerful yet unpredictable movements. These thrusts were accompanied by his heavy breathing, the occasional moan falling from his lips to denote his efforts. On either side of your head, his hands were curled into tight fists and you admired the way his muscular arms bulged as they framed you.

You felt him letting you take the lead and you sought for a maintainable pace. You gained almost all of his length into your cunt, enjoying this with your continuing rocking.

“Yes, Ethan.” You whimpered as his reckless movements invited new sensitivities into your body. “Give it to me.”

“Oh.” He gasped, following his hips slamming into yours.

Shakily, he rocked himself back again. But you were quickly thrusting yourself forward, your pussy greedy for more spellbinding stimulation. You pushed his hair back from one side of his face, instantly revealing the expression he wore, almost frowning, with deep lines all over his features. It was a look you had seen before, when the two of you had had a Netflix and Chill date, watching the documentary Our Father together. You hadn’t seen it mid-fuck before and you weren’t sure it suited the scenario.

You endeavoured to kiss it off of his face. You started on his cheek, kissing across his cheek, towards where his mouth was hanging open. He didn’t respond much, seemingly too caught up in the reactions he was gaining from your rutting.

You pushed your lips against his, but you couldn’t follow this up with anything more. He was soon turning his face away, it was only slightly, but you noticed it all the same.

You tried to not apply any meaning or emotions to it, just trying again. He dodged you again, a bit more noticeably this time around. His eyes were squeezed shut and with his face slightly turned from yours, it was almost like he was avoiding this connection with you. So much for not applying meaning to his actions…

“Ethan, is something wrong?” You asked, feeling a bit too vulnerable for your liking.

He paused, falling out of the pacing that you had been slowing. “Huh? No, I’m fine…”

You didn’t care for this answer, and he still wasn’t looking at you. “Are you sure? The vibe is kind of off.”

He stopped moving altogether, letting out a shaky sigh. “I’m just trying not to come.”

“What? Why? What are you talking about?” You asked, this abrupt change almost totally throwing you out of your mood.

He finally opened his eyes to look at you. “Do we really have to talk about this right now?”

“Yes.” You said, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want you to hold anything back from me, especially not while we’re fucking.”

He pulled out, rocking his weight back onto his knees to create some distance between you. “I have this thing where I always come super fast. Prematurely, some might say. And it’s really disappointing for the woman. I didn’t want that to happen ‘cause you’re not close, not even a bit. Am I right?”

You sat up. “Well, yeah but-...”

“I really like you and the last thing that I want is to let you down in any way.” He said and you were grateful when he let you hold his hand with yours. “I don’t wanna be a shit lay for you, I’m trying really hard not to be because you deserve the best. You deserve to not have someone come so fucking fast that it’s over before you really get to enjoy yourself. You deserve someone with the right amount of stamina to live up to your expectations. And I’m trying to be that-...”

You silenced him by crawling over to place yourself in his lap, instantly wrapping an arm around his shoulders. You put your hand to his cheek so you could direct him to look at you. “My only expectation is for us to have fun together. And if you having fun means you come quickly, then come quickly, amore.”

“You say that now, but it’s-”

“I say it ‘cause I mean it.” You said, leaning in closer so that he had no choice but to meet your eye - you had never seen him this insecure before. “Actually, it’s kinda hot. Some people have these strong poker faces when it comes to sex, it’s impossible to tell if they’re having a good time or not. But you’re so honest with how much you love it that you can’t even hold back, you can’t wait to come and hit that highest high.

“It’s sexy to know that I can drive you so wild like that.” You took the opportunity to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Will you let me drive you wild?”

“Are you sure it’s not a turn off?” He asked.

You changed how you were sitting on him, moving so that you could straddle him and push more of your body against his. “The opposite. I think it would be physically impossible for you to do anything that could turn me off.” You were pleased when he let you kiss him some more, finally beginning to kiss you back. “Can I show you how much it turns me on?”

“If you’re sure about-...”

You cut him off and with your hands on his shoulders, you began to push him down. “No more expectations. Get out of your head and just be here with me, Ethan.” You got him down on his back. “Come when you wanna and let’s have fun with each other’s bodies.”

You didn’t think he looked entirely convinced, your words wouldn’t be enough to dismantle his insecurities at once - especially because this seemed like more than just a passing anxiety.

But he didn’t have any further arguments against your points, and this was good news to you. The good news continued when, upon laying your body on top of his, you discovered that his erection hadn’t gone away. You wrapped your hand around it, pleased to find he was still in an aroused state, similar to you.

As you kissed him, you started to stroke your hand up-and-down his shaft. He kissed you back, helping you release the worry that he might not be into this. Now you could put your concentration on feeling his body’s reactions, which were so exciting that you were soon finding yourself firmly in the mood again.

He didn’t ask you to slow down, instead he was holding you tighter as he kept up with your kisses. You braced yourself with your knees on the mattress as you repositioned your hips. You kept stroking him as you directed his head towards your awaiting pussy.

You felt him suck in a quick breath when you started to bury his cock inside of your cunt. There was that moment of being daunted again, but nothing was going to deter you. You let the greediness inspire you.

“Oh…” He moaned as he broke away from the kiss.

Your clenching walls were taking in more of his length and you could hear him thoroughly losing his breath again. You kept easing yourself down, wanting to get back to what both of you had been enjoying earlier.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You said, waiting for that moment when you felt his body relax.

There were a few soft kisses shared. But the majority of your focus went to discovering how your bodies could move together in this new position. He let you take the lead again and your eager grinding on him developed into bucking. You worked your hips, so happy to give into the rush of desires.

You were still so worked up (the sensitivities in your pussy had hardly faded away during that little discussion/intermission), each collision invigorating you more and you didn’t hesitate to increase your speed. You found a consistent pace to stroke yourself up-and-down his erection, gaining more thrilling stimulations for yourself as he writhed beneath you. Your cunt stretched accordingly, letting you pursue everything that could come from these quick movements.

With his hair splayed out on the bed around his head, you could enjoy an uninterrupted view of his face. He held his eyes shut and although some frown lines were still visible, his expression wasn’t as extreme as before. He had lost some of his seriousness as he resisted far less.

“It’s okay, amore.” You said as you felt more of his body responding.

His hands took on the appearance of claws, his fingers digging into you as he held you so tight. You could feel the need in him, especially in his enthusiastic responses to your bucking. And it made you want to give him more.

His hips jutted up into you, not always matching your timing. But you didn’t allow this to throw you off of your momentum because it felt so promising. You tensed your thighs against his hips and gave him back the energy that he showed you.

As you mercilessly pushed one another up to that edge, there were moments of synchronisation. These impacted you much deeper, noises falling from your lips as you felt these true threats to your composure. But they were few and far between. With his thrusting so unpredictable, you couldn’t capture them for yourself, leaving you unable to unlock that greater pleasure.

He left all control behind, whimpering through his constant, yet inconsistent movements. Until, with one final snap of his hips, he captured the peak for himself, quickly disappearing over the edge.

You couldn’t enjoy watching what the orgasm did to him. Because he was swiftly taking his hands off of you so that he could cover his face with them. He groaned into his hands as he fell back to the mattress, his body slumping.

You stilled yourself, letting this moment be all about him as you stroked his chest. “It’s-”

“You weren’t even close, were you?” He asked, interrupting you.

“It doesn’t matter to-”

“All my ex-girlfriends hated it. I didn’t want to embarrass myself like this in front of you.” He said and his disappointment was clear.

You put your fingers around his wrist but he wasn’t going to let his hands be taken from his face so easily. “Ethan, why are you embarrassed? I like it, this is what I wanted. I’m really into it. I’m so happy that you came for me, can’t you be happy too? I mean, it did feel good, didn’t it?”

He lowered his hand, looking at you with one eye. “Of course it did. I wouldn’t have come if your pussy didn’t feel so amazing.” You smiled at that, wanting to hear more - not just for the benefits to your ego, but because he was sounding less miserable now that you were on this topic. “You left me with no choice. Especially with you on top like that- fucking spectacular.”

“Spectacular?” You repeated.

“Yeah, I would say that’s the correct way to sum it up.” He said.

“Good, I wanna make you feel spectacular.” You said. “You really have no idea how hot it is that you want me so bad you can’t hold off.”

He took his other hand off of his face so that he could stroke your arm. “Well you’re fucking sexy.”

“So are you, Ethan. So are you.” You said, leaning in and kissing him a few times. “And it has nothing to do with expectations or stamina, or any other shit. You just are and you turn me on so much, so stop wasting my time being embarrassed.

“You must be very sensitive.” You said of his dick, still nestled inside of you. “Do you want me to get off?”

“No. I mean, yes, but no.” He said. “Yes, I am sensitive, really sensitive. But no, you don’t need to move off. Obviously you can if that’s what you want. But don’t worry about me when you’re making your decision. If this is how you want to come, then by all means, stay put.”

“It kind of sounds like you’re encouraging me to use your body.” You said.

“Oh, absolutely, I am.” He said, nodding his head.

You grinned as you began to sit up, rocking your body weight down towards your pelvis. “I’ll use you, I’ll use you to make me feel so fucking spectacular.”

“Amazing, that’s exactly what I want.”

You gained your balance and slid yourself further down his shaft. He was done with hiding his face, now his eyes were wide and watching every single thing that you did. You loved his attention, you didn’t shy away from it, too elated for shame. You could see the admiration in his eyes and it was so clear that he was out of his negative headspace, able to enjoy himself now. That made you swell up with pride.

You started to ride him. “I’m gonna use you so hard.”

“Yes.” His voice was quieter now and he put his hands to your hips.

You grinned, you were truly bordering on cocky now. “I’m gonna treat you like one of my toys.”

He bit into his bottom lip, but this did nothing to contain the moan he was making. Watching his eyelids flutter, your face lit up. A blush began coming into his cheeks - this one was meant to be celebrated.

“You like that idea, huh?” You said and he nodded, still appearing slightly bashful. “I like it too.” You put more power into your next swing forward, getting ready to abandon all restraint. “Come on, be a good toy and make me come.”

“Yes.” He said with another moan as you kept moving. “Yes, that’s all I want.”

You were confident in your movements, locking into the need that was so present. You could feel yourself elevating from the tingles that had been populating your body while he captured his orgasm. They had felt good, but you knew there was more you could claim, prompting you to drive yourself harder into him.

You were ready to work yourself to the explosions that would overshadow the tingles altogether. You didn’t struggle to find the right momentum and you put all of your effort towards rutting into him, as quickly as you needed. You were no longer daunted, settling into the ideal speed.

You felt him writhing beneath you, leaving his embarrassment behind as he grinded to meet your persistent pounding. Upon viewing his body from this new perspective, you couldn’t help thinking that you had found a sight more erotic than being beneath him. The power that you felt went directly to your head, wanting to intoxicate you. As you watched his every reaction (they were getting bigger, less restrained), it made you hunger to uncover what else you could draw out of him. How would he feel when you controlled him more?

“Can I rub that clit?” He asked through his laboured breathing.

“Yes.” You answered at once. “Hell yes, baby.”

He propped himself up with his elbows and his gaze went down to your cunt. He reached a hand out, coming at you with his index finger extended. He pushed this between your labia majora, getting at where your clit was already swollen from the surge of blood into this concentrated area. He rubbed the tight bundle of nerves lightly, moving his finger gently up-and-down.

“I miss how it tastes.” He said, playing his finger in a swirl around the hood, before taking it away.

His eyes moved back to your face as he placed the finger into his mouth. You maintained eye contact, fascinated by the way he licked this moisture off of his digit. There was something so seductive in how he was looking at you, letting you enjoy the connection that had been lacking earlier.

Your chest expanded, so full of anticipation, when he returned his finger to your clit. He worked it over with more pressure, maintaining contact and giving you something you could truly sink into.

The intensity was immediate, reaching deeper than his touch. It radiated out, shudders that went straight to your core, where the greatest pleasure could be unlocked.

With the tension increasing inside of you, your walls gripped to him tighter. Your hips gave an excited, unexpected stutter forward. Instead of trying to get back to your momentum, you embraced this new, quicker rhythm. You pummelled into him, giving yourself no time for recovery as the excitement bubbled up, more with each circle his finger completed.

“I- ah, ah…” He gasped, leaning back again. “I think I’m gonna come ah-again…” His hips moved to their own desperate rhythm. “Yep, I’m gonna-gonna, I’m gonna...”

“Yes, yes, do it for me, Ethan.” You said.

He gave a loud whimper to greet his next climax, then fell back entirely. His eyes were shut but no attempts were made to cover his face and you watched how he reacted, the expression on his face relaxing. There weren’t any of the earlier hints of worry, this was clearly a state of bliss.

Even though it appeared that he was tired, ready to just concentrate on his afterglow - he didn’t stop rubbing your clit. This kept you feeling those shudders and it made you unwilling to stop. You eagerly continued working yourself on his dick, still gaining the benefits of this unrelenting tempo.

You were soon in a frenzy, your whole body lit up with powerful stimulations. Your hips snapped endlessly forward and each collision let you feel those shudders harder.

You chased as they became cracks in your composure. Then they were bursting you open, incredible explosions gripping your body. You threw your head back, vocalising your triumph as you got lost in the lust.

You were joyful in your release and you stayed at this height. Beyond your control, and with limited coordination, you continued to move. You were still jackhammering your hips because this momentum was too rewarding to abandon yet, even as the fatigue wanted to creep in.

He came back into your awareness by springing up and wrapping his arms around your body. He was still moving as well, invested in his own pacing. You could feel the reckless nature of his bucking, sacrificing getting his breath back for this rhythm. You wrapped your arms around him, knowing you weren’t in the right state to give him much more - matching him was truly beyond your current capabilities.

“Oh, God…” He moaned, his hot face pressed into your neck. “Oh God, guh-ung. I’m- I’m… ah!”

He almost threw you off with his next energetic spasm, but there was nothing after that. The two of you fell into inactivity, clinging to one another through this quiet.

“Did you… again?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He said with a little chuckle. “When does the amount of orgasms get ridiculous?”

“I don’t think there’s a strict rule on that.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. “I asked you not to hold back, and- I guess you’re really enjoying this pussy, eh?”

He leaned back so he could look up at you. “So, so, so, so much.”

You stroked the hair away from his sweaty face, admiring the look he wore. “Maybe I should stay where I am?” His instant response was to tighten his arms around you. “I was thinking about how crazy sensitive you must be, so it seems like the right thing to do- to climb off and give you a chance at recovering.”

He persistently shook his head. “Uh-uh, I don’t want you to move off. I wanna keep you right here, if you’ll let me.”

“Wow, you like this pussy a lot, huh? It’s like you can’t get enough of it.” You said, the flattery glittering in your veins.

“Not yet.” He said and you noticed that he had gently started to thrust again. It was so subtle that you could have missed it, absolutely nothing like his earlier vigour. But the intention was definitely there - he was still so hard inside of you.

“How can you still be so needy?” You asked.

He leaned in closer, lining his mouth up with yours. “You just feel so, so good.”

You smiled after he kissed you. “You need this pussy, don’t you?”

He nodded and you hoped the obedience in his gaze would remain for a while because you weren’t done enjoying it and the way it made your heart flutter.

“Yes, I do.” He answered in a quiet voice.

You kissed him and his pumps were getting to be more persistent. Your hot body rubbed on his, all of these tantalising sensations were the perfect chaser to your orgasm. It wasn’t about pushing yourself to match him, it was about letting him work out the rest of this energy.

Chest-to-chest, you remained sitting on top of him. Your thighs squeezed at his hips as he bucked up into you.

“Do you think you’ve got another one in you?” You asked.

His building pace didn’t falter. “Let’s find out.”

With his eyes shut, he totally missed the way you were staring at him. You couldn’t help it, you loved everything about how he looked right now. It was an infatuation deeper than anything you had experienced before as you felt privileged to behold him in this state. He continued to hold nothing back - something important had been conquered here tonight.

You shifted on top of him as you felt some of his impacts shaking your core. It wasn’t consistent, but it was very enticing each time it happened. It had you starting to lose your breath before you initiated the next kiss. As he took the lead with these movements, he let you take the lead with kissing and soon your tongue was in his mouth.

This endless give and take between your bodies was intoxicating, you understood why he wanted to indulge in it some more.

You felt yourself clenching up again, whimpering against his mouth a little. With more energy coming back to you, you began to think about the possibility of coming with him. You were taken with the idea at once and your hand curled into a fist around his hair as you picked up your own tempo. You didn’t know if a moment so perfect was likely to happen, but you chased it with hungry pumps.

As your lungs burned for air, your mouth left his so that you could just rest your head against his. You let all of your effort go down to your throbbing pussy, which probably wasn’t going to be getting a break soon. You did your best to meet his wild jackhammering.

“Oh, oh, oh…” He let out a choked sob.

Your other hand went into his hair as well, needing something to grip as you found yourself riding that edge again. You wound that thin plait around your finger, unable to resist the urge to tug on his hair a little.

“Ah, ah… here I- yes, fuck, fuck.” He panted, writhing up into you one final time.

Almost immediately after this he was pulling away. You realised that your chance for another climax was gone, but you accepted this as okay, you still had plenty of wonderful sensations swarming your system - the next best thing to an orgasm. There would be opportunities to match him orgasm-for-orgasm in the future. Right now you didn’t want to push him further into exhaustion for something that might not happen, so you lived vicariously through his release.

It hadn’t been enough to just pull out, he had taken it upon himself to reposition entirely. Gasps and other incoherent sounds narrated his every movement. He got himself turned around and to where he could lay his head down on the pillow.

“Oh, I think- I overdid it.” He said. “Holy shit, my cock is too sensitive to be alive right now. Shit… I have never come that many times at once before.”

“Really?” You asked as you eased yourself up closer to him, not wanting to make him feel crowded straight away.

His eyes drifted over to you, but they weren’t entirely focused. “Yeah, four fucking times, that’s crazy.”

You couldn’t help but stroke the inside of his thigh. “This pussy is the only one that can make you come so fucking much, eh? See, we can still have fun. You just have to be open to new experiences.”

His eyes looked a little glassy as he watched you lay down next to his body. “I can’t believe how cool and okay and adaptive you’re being about all of this.”

“Well start believing it, baby.” You said, caressing across his forehead. “I’m not going to let anything keep me from enjoying you as much as possible. I meant every word that I said, Ethan- this is hot as Hell to me.”

“You’re amazing.” He said.

You gave his chest a playful poke. “No, you are amazing. And there’s not a single thing about yourself that you should feel embarrassment over.” You treasured the look on his face, knowing that your words were having an actual impact on him. “So, is that why your technique is always to start with cunnilingus? You wanna get me all worked up and happy, and then I’m so excited about my orgasm that I don’t notice how quote-unquote early yours is?”

“Kinda. But I do genuinely love doing it, and seeing how it’s been working for us has made me wanna keep doing it.” He said.

“Relax, it’s not mandatory. We can have sex any which way, we can experiment with anything you want.” You said. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do things a certain way. You don’t have to do anything extra ‘cause you just being you is amazing enough for me.”

He smiled. “You’re being so sweet and romantic and making me feel so good by saying all of the right things. But I- I actually have nothing to say back. I hope that doesn’t make it sound like I don’t care, ‘cause I do. It’s just- literally all I can think about is that my brain is as drained as my balls.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Is that bad, does that kill the mood? I just really, super overdid it.”

“It’s okay, I promise. I wasn’t saying those things to prompt you into saying anything back, I just wanted you to hear them, you deserve to hear them.” You said. You gave him a kiss on the forehead before you sat up. “You also deserve some water, which I’m gonna go get for you, my little cum-drunk angel.”

You didn’t require his guidance to find your way around the apartment. You fetched a glass and began filling it with chilled water. You weren’t lamenting the way that orgasm had slipped beyond your grasp at seemingly the last second. You were too busy celebrating all the good things that had happened, leading to this strictly positive resolution.

As you walked back to the bedroom, your mind did start to wander. You were thinking about other things you could try out sexually, now that he was willing to break out of his rigidity. What else could you do to pull him even further out of his shell? Surely there was something you could do that would lead him to more moments of feeling obedient - because this was a side you were truly excited to explore.

You didn’t get the chance to share any of these thoughts with him. Upon arriving back to the bedroom, you found him asleep. He didn’t rouse, not even as you sat down on the mattress beside him. You drank the water, feeling perfectly content as you admired him, caressing his smooth forehead from time-to-time.

“If we keep this up, maybe I’ll fuck all of those insecurities out of you.” You said and you leaned down, kissing him on the  cheek. His head turned slightly in your direction, but his eyes remained shut. You laid down, wrapping your arms snugly around him as you soon joined him in slumber.

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[3thansl4ndry]

never felt so alone

pairing - ethan landry x fem!reader

summary - ethan's conflicting emotions come out to play when he realises what he has to do to avenge his brother.

cw - canon violence, intended lower case, angst, character death, swearing

a/n - my first ethan landry fic im so fucking terrified, i kinda hate but also love this.

word count - 1.5k

ethan knew that he didn't want to kill you. his sister, quinn, had picked you out for him, you would be ethan's first real kill following on from what had happened in New York - you would also, as it turns out, be his first real girlfriend.  you were the perfect first kill,  you lived alone;  your parents were killed in a car accident when you were 12, and since they had burned all of their bridges with their extended family members, you were left to the broken foster care system, of which you were released when you turned 18 - it was perfect, ethan would kill you, and no one would miss you. that was the initial plan, until ethan found himself getting attached to you - he didn't actually love you, did he?

he knew he loved you when he realized he couldn't end your life the way that his father and sister wanted him to. he knew that there was no one in your family that would miss you, but he would - he would miss the feeling he got in his tummy when he would fall asleep in your bed with you beside him, he'd often wake up with your arm in his face from the way you sprawled out when you slept, but he never minded. he would miss the way that you make jokes about his geek-ish interests, about how you never understood the order of any of the star wars or the marvel movies he loved - and despite all of your jabs at his interests, you watched every single movie with him, even if you were bored to death, his excitement at the little details made your heart warm.

it was all of these things that made what ethan was about to do all the much more difficult. he really, really didn't want to kill you. but he had to. he had to do it, to finish of his brother's movie and honour his legacy - to try and make his father proud. however, ethan wasn't sure if all of those factors were worth your life. before he could rethink his choices, he crouched down by the wall of your apartment building, holding onto the railing of the fire escape as he pulled out his phone - double checking that his caller id was off, if it wasn't, he wouldn't do it - and called your number.

you looked over at your desk as you heard your phone vibrating, shoving your laptop off of your lap and pushing your duvet off, you got out of bed to go and investigate who was calling you, your brows furrowing as you saw that the number was withheld. you unplugged your phone, letting the cord drop to the floor as you held the device to your ear, accepting the call.

"hello?"

ethan poked his head up, making sure you were focused on the call, but he couldn't think of anything to say to you, opting to stay silent as he tried his hardest to quietly break into your apartment. guilt was starting to eat at him, he had told you he couldn't hang out with you tonight, saying he had econ and he would see you the next day to make it up to you, even though he knew that the likelihood was that you would be bleeding out by the next day, dead in your apartment.  when you heard nothing but radio silence on the other end of the line, your heart rate picked up, along with your adrenaline levels - you had seen a lot of horror movies, and claimed you would be smarter than any of the girls that they portrayed in them, this was the moment that you know that all of that was out of the window.

"This isn't fucking funny," you scolded the person on the other end of the line, you didn't have time for childish bullshit like this. you turned around, swallowing hard as you saw the figure of a ghostface standing on your fire escape, the dark figure illuminated by the streetlight and the light provided by the moon. acting fast and on your pure adrenaline, you reached for the knife you kept tucked in between your mattress and bedframe, gripping it tightly in your hands. you jumped back as the figure threw themself through your bedroom window, smashing the glass into pieces as they fell to the floor with a grunt before quickly picking themselves up before charging at you. you sprinted out of your room and down the hallway, where the masked person followed you to. "What do you want?" you tried your hardest not to show how terrified you truly were.

ethan knew that you were scared, but he wanted this over with. he would make it quick for you, hell, maybe he'd even tell you it was him, maybe it would make it hurt less, but there was something not right, he watched as your fear turned into...excitement? what was going on? he moved towards you, only to be met with a picture frame smashing over his head, the glass shattering as it fell to the floor.

"stay the fuck back. i'm warning you," you waved the knife in front of the ghostface's mask, noticing they had dropped their weapon in your attack. "you think you can come in here and just try and kill me? yeah, nice try. the last people who tried that ended up in a car wreck, brake failure." ethan's heart dropped. you had killed your parents? now it all made sense. your reluctance to talk about what had happened was not merely a trauma thing, it was a murder thing. ethan now realised he was now both the prey and the predator, either one of you could be the crime scene in the days following, this was yours and his game now. before he could react, you shoved your knife through ethan's shoulder, forcing him onto the ground, you pushed through his back, driving the knife into the floor of your apartment. acting upon an adrenaline rush, ethan pulled your knife out of his shoulder, anger flooding him - you were going to kill him?

no, he couldn't have that. he had something to prove. suddenly, the entire way ethan felt about you changed - your life to him was no longer of any importance. his anger took over as he discarded the ghostface mask, you didn't deserve to die thinking that he loved you anymore.

"ethan?" your voice waivered. no. no no no no no. ethan, your sweet, dorky, nerdy boyfriend was trying to kill you. you no longer felt as confident as you did, your heart breaking as ethan got up onto his feet, gripping your knife. he chuckled as he pointed your own weapon at you. "no. what...what are you doing?"

"what do you think i'm doing? you think i'd show you my face if i was gonna let you live? oh, you sweet, dumb thing," you were convinced this was another ethan, this wasn't your boyfriend - this was just a monster that possessed his body - he told you that he loved you, no one had told you that before. you trusted him more than anyone in the world. you struggled in ethan's strong grip as he held you, your back to his chest. "you know, i really did love you," he told you. "well, that was until you tried to kill me, bitch."

before you could react, he drove the knife into your stomach, twisting the offending weapon as he plunged the knife further into your abdomen.

"ethan! please stop!" you begged him, your hand covering his as it held the knife which stuck out of your stomach. you screamed as he dragged the blade up your torso, cutting into and slicing through your intestines. "please! i love you!"

he started to feel guilty again. but he had committed now, what would you say at the hospital if he let you go? the police would take a statement, you would stick him into the cops. no, he had to follow through now. he pulled the knife out of your stomach, and took a minute to look at your blood on his hands - bright red and a stark contrast against the paleness of his hands, the blood loss from the stab wound on his shoulder. ethan held you up since you had started to slump, the life draining out of you along with all of your blood. he jerked you back before plunging the knife into your chest repeatedly, you didn't have it in you to beg or plead anymore, blood trickling out of your mouth as your boyfriend made hole after hole in your torso. feeling you go limp, ethan dropped your lifeless body onto the floor, still bleeding out from the holes in your chest and stomach.

ethan watched you lay there, blood spilling out from your body and onto your white carpet. his heart broke this time, the realisation of what he had done hitting him. he had killed you, and you loved him, you trusted him and loved him, and he did this to you.

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[euaphora]

hi sorry to ask but do you mind writing about more about Dave Lizewski (I think that’s how u spell it?)

summary: usually he’s sweet and acts right, but today he wanted to act nonchalant towards you so had to remind him where he stands.

Before you two even dated, he would follow you at night from a distance and watch you through your window. If someone else saw it in any way they wanted, they’d think he was stalking you. Which wasn’t the case.

He would hurry up with any work needing done with the new weapons that were going to be used for the next mission and ran out the door just in time to see you get ready for bed. He had done this for months before you asked him to come over to do the project your teacher assigned you to do, leading on from there.

He hated that class but always seemed to be passing since he really had no one to talk with to get distracted with the work. Once he started talking to you more in that class, he would slip with his grades and even got into a small argument with his dad over him failing.

The morning after the argument with his dad, he felt so upset with everything, giving attitude towards everyone including his teachers which almost made him getting sent to detention—even though he was completely unfazed with the security guard taking him to the office after Dave insisted that he wasn’t going to do the work. Which that even got him more upset because his dad had to come in and have a conference meeting with the assistant principal. Around lunch time he sat across from you which made you ask him, “everything okay?”. He just shrugged his shoulders, which slight pissed you off. You went about your couple minutes left for lunch by eating you homemade pasta you have packed for the two of you—which he didn’t eat since he had been daydreaming on how he would get back at his teachers and father— you up from your small bento lunch kit bowl and see him staring down at a random stain on the table. You were so confused but mad that he didn’t even give an explanation.

He walks you to your next period after lunch was over but stayed quiet the entire time and just made small hums when you would ramble about your day.

He could never be mad at you but he would get quiet and just mumble little things to make sure you know he was listening. You fixated your for eyes up towards his hooded ones, “did you get enough sleep, baby?” you ask him while running your thumb across a small part of his forearm while the rest of your hand is wrapped around his left arm.

Walking towards his last period of the day, he gets pulled into an empty classroom and gets pinned to the wall, whatthefuck?

He sees you with your arms crossed and with a pouty look, making him smile a little. “What’s up with you?” He asks, trying to keep his act. Which only made you even more mad but you decided to take that to your advantage since apparently we are acting what we aren’t.

“I missed you . . so much in class, baby.” You say, voice getting softer with ever word as you slowly get on your knees. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you, getting the hint on what your going to do next. “Yeah, can I show you how much I love you?”

He just nods— pissing you off already with the ways he keeps trying to push his act even further— watching you pull his pants along with his briefs as you pull it out. He slightly groans as he watches you tease the tip then slipping his cock into your mouth. “Mmm— keep going, baby.”

Head game was so strong he felt his hips stutter while trying to shove more of him deep inside.

As soon as he says that, you pull him out your mouth— making him furrow his brows in confusion— looking down at your naked figure which just made him hard all over again as you watched his tip get a dark red shade and his cock bolt up again.

“W-why did you do that I thought-”

“What? You thought what, huh, that you were gonna be able to cum in my mouth with how filthy yours was when I asked if you were okay? No sweet boy, you don’t deserve anything. Especially after being so rude to me, you should feel bad for the way you acted towards me.”

You get off your knees and fix you makeup— all smudged from the amount of sucking you were doing which made everything come off— he watches you look at yourself in your small mirror while he’s leaned back against the teachers desk with his cock still out, giving it small strokes while he watches you.

“I never meant any of that, I was just…eing a dick and I’m sorry but please do something,” he says with those little whines he always makes at the end when you tease him, clearly referring to his little problem.

“Fine but we do this my way. Starting off with you on your knees this time.”

He must have heard you talking in some sort of secret morse code manner with the way his body was completely frozen, he watches you stand still— not moving an inch to prove to him you weren’t messing around— and slowly goes down to his knees while still making eye contact with you.

He automatically feels a hard sting across his right cheek and immediately holds it, looking up at you and furrows his brows. You just look down towards him and told your head. “This doesn’t even come close with the way you acted today.”

“Why did you have to slap-” then another one across his left cheek now,”you don’t seem to get what’s going on here david.”

He slightly widens his eyes at the name, “I messed up and I know that but don’t call me by my first name you know I hate when you do that.”

You kneel down to meet his eyes and wrap your hands around his tip as the pre-cum is being used as lube, “I’ll call you whatever I want and your just going to have to deal with it just like the way you acted the way you wanted to.”

He lets out a simple hum, approving of your previous mentions. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t mad mad at you from the start, he shouldn’t even be acting like that around you.

He quickly whines and start moving his upwards to create more friction. With your other clean hand you play with his curls in between your fingers and give him a warm smile before pulling harshly at his tip and harshly on his curls.

He doesn’t say anything this time but gives you a small smile before feeling your soft lips crash with his, following your lips once you pull away, “does that feel good, baby?”

“A-amazing but I’m almost close…” he whimpers out, breathe sounding heavy and pants coming out of him. Before you could tell him how good of a job he was doing you feel hot ropes of white liquid splatter all over your hands and thighs.

He slowly gets up and pulls out his hand, helping you by getting tissues off the teachers desk. “Im sorry for the way I acted, I had no right to put my anger out on you..even if I was just ignoring you, it still wasn’t right of me.”

You just give him a small nod and walk out.

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first kiss. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

synopsis : first kiss with your boyfriend, ethan landry!!!!

— “ethan!” you called out, seeing your boyfriend on the other side of the hallway. you were about to rush to your car to have dinner with your friends, but your boyfriend's presence distracted you as you rushed towards his direction.

he smiled as he you got closer, it wasn't weird for him to get flustered by simply just your presence. you made him feel warm and tingly, and he loved it. he didn't even mind when people called him a “simp” because he for sure was. “hi!” he grinned. “why-why’re re you here? i thought you were going to dinner?” he questioned, admiring how nice you looked.

“yeah i was, anddd you’re coming with me.” you stated. being so excited, you didn’t leave him any time to argue. quickly taking his hands, he was dragged to the parking lot, he was startled and when he felt your touch, he turned to jelly. your hands were so soft and delicate. “i don’t even get a vote?” he laughed, as you opened his door for him. “nope!” you smiled, shutting the door.

“ow!” you mumbled, hitting your head on your convex mirror “oh shit” he said, concerned, he grabbed your face in his hands to look at your head. “you okay?” he giggled. you also laughed before reassuring him. “yeah im fine..” you saw the way his facial expression changed as you stared into his eyes. you wanted to admire him forever, you turned to look at his softly pouting lips. you wanted to kiss him so bad but you didn't want to startle him. “what?” he asked, hesitantly.

you softly grabbed his face in your hands, ‘fuck it’ you thought before quickly moving to kiss him. you caught him off guard, and even though he hesitated at first, he returned the kiss. letting his senses be overwhelmed by your taste. pulling away, his chest rose and fell. he let out a shaky breath and you both smiled and blushed like idiots. “so am i a good kisser?” he teased. rolling your eyes, you gave him a peck on the cheek before starting your engine. “i guess so, my love.”

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09 is it just acting?- why won't he back off?

Ethan landry x gn reader enemies to lovers

Is it just acting?

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synopsis- both you and Jack champion are actors the problem is the directors called both of you to addition for the new scream movie but that's not all both you and Jack want to be ghostface in the movie and sadly there is only one part left

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