Ethan Landry Smut - Blog Posts

Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

hi bae :D just wanted to send u this rec if u have time to write it

fluff, suggestive, maybe a bit of smut if you want to add ;)

ethan and y/n are at the restaurant being all cute and lovey dovey

hand holding, arm brushing and of course y/n can't help herself but to kiss her boyfriend

"okay let's pay and go home ethan"

"y/n w-wait" he said, cheeks flushed

"what's wrong with you you finished ur plate 15mins ago"

he then pointed at his crotch, ears getting red, the boy got a little bit too excited after she kissed him

y/n laughs bc hes so cute when embarrassed

based off this tiktok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJWKdFce/

coming undone — ethan landry

word count: 1,366

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: anniversary dinner turns hot when ethan gets aroused by a kiss.

warnings: smut. public teasing. public handjob under a table. p in v. blowjob. release denial. unprotected sex (don't do that, please). elevator sex. that's it, i think??

author's note: i'm back!!! i'm so sorry i disappeared, between studying for finals and the excitement for the eras tour shows on the weekend, i couldn't get myself to write. i promise this week i'll post more! <3

USUALLY, ETHAN AND Y/N PREFERED TO HAVE DINNER DATES within the commodities of their house, but because it was their one year anniversary, they decided to go to a restaurant.

"I missed you today." Y/N said intertwining their hands that were resting on the table. They were sitting on the same side of the booth, and they had just finished eating.

"Me too, love. I hate the days we don't share classes."

Y/N grabbed the side of his face and pulled him close enough so their lips could meet. It wasn't a heated kiss, quite the opposite, but Ethan couldn't resist her. She drove him crazy even with the slight brush of their arms. And he had been wanting her all day long, hence why he got a little bit too excited by that kiss.

"I love you, happy anniversary, babe" she said when they broke the kiss.

"I love you, too." he smiled softly. "Happy anniversary."

"Let's pay and go home." Y/N suggested, attempting to stand up.

"Y/N/N, w-wait." he said, cheeks flushing a deep red. Shaky hands grabbed hers to stop her from leaving the seat. “Not yet.”

“What’s wrong? You finished your plate like fifteen minutes ago.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.

Ethan bit his lip nervously, ears turning red, as he pointed to his crotch. Y/N looked down and swallowed a chuckle. “Don’t laugh. I couldn’t help it, I’ve been needing you all day.”

“I’m sorry, you are just so cute when you’re embarrassed.” she said, playing with the collar of his shirt. Then, an idea crossed her mind and bit back a smirk as she set the plan in motion.

Y/N’s hand disappears under the table, her fingertips slowly running down Ethan’s thigh. His breath hitched as she pressed the palm against his hard-on. “What are you doing?” his eyes scanned the room to see if anyone could tell what his girlfriend was doing to him.

“What do you mean?” she smirked, shrugging innocently.

“Love…” he warned her, but at the same time he sounded like he was asking her for more. “We could get caught.”

“We are in an isolated corner. Besides, no one is paying us attention.” Y/N said before undoing his belt. Her hand sneaked inside his pants and boxer and it made contact with his throbbing dick. A whimper escaped his mouth, glossy eyes begging her to continue. “You have to keep quiet, tho, baby. Can you do that for me? So I can make you feel good?”

“Yes, please.” he whispered in a broken voice.

“So, so responsive, baby.” she said against his ear as she started stroking his length, pre-cum soaking her fingers. “Is this really because of me?”

“Only you. Always you.” he muttered, hiding his flushed face on her neck. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” and that’s when her hand stopped moving, and seconds later her fingers were zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. “W-hy did you stop?”

Y/N smiled at his frustrated tone. “Sorry, love, but no one gets to see you come but me. And I want to hear you moan my name loudly when that happens.”

“Can we go now?” Ethan begged.

FIFTEEN TORTUROUS MINUTES LATER, THE HORNY COUPLE ENTERED THE ELEVATOR OF THEIR BUILDING. Ethan didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close before he was cornering his girlfriend against the wall and devouring her mouth. It didn’t take long for his dick to harden again, and he made sure she could feel how much he needed her.

“This is what you do to me.” he growled against her neck, sucking the spot above her collarbone. “Why do you have to torture me like that?”

“I didn’t mean to torture you, I was just giving you a preview of our night. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” she said before switching positions, his back hitting the large mirror.

“How?” he panted.

She looked up, grinning like a devil, and slowly kneeled in front of the boy, never taking her mischievous eyes off his. “Wasn’t fucking inside an elevator one of your fantasies?” she asked, and he nodded eagerly. “Well, I would be a terrible girlfriend if I didn’t make that happen.”

Ethan’s eyes were clouded with lust, his body growing warm in anticipation. He extended his fingers, pressing the 'stop' button of the elevator. “Go on” he tapped her cheek. “I want that pretty shade of red smeared all over my cock.”

Her thighs clenched, looking for some sort of friction. It was unbelievable the way he could make her so wet with just one sentence. He had a power over her, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She would do anything he asked her to.

Y/N unzipped his dress pants for the second time that night, this time letting it fall to his feet alongside his boxers. The red angry head of his cock leaking pre-cum was right in front of her face, and she didn’t hesitate to clean it with a swirl of her tongue.

Ethan clenched his teeth “Jesus christ, I’m not going to last. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” she assured him. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you’re going to have to beg me to stop.”

“Promises, promises.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow, taking it as a personal challenge. Next thing Ethan knew, the tip of his cock was hitting the back of her throat, her nose brushing against his pelvis. The boy forced his eyes open and the sight drove him closer to the edge—his girlfriend's glossy eyes looking up at him as she stoked and sucked at the same time.

"So fucking beautiful. You love having my dick on your mouth, don't you?" he asked in a raspy voice, grabbing her hair as he moved his hips, fucking her throat. "Fuck, I'm about to come."

And that’s when Y/N took his length out of her mouth. Ethan was about to protest, frustrated for being denied of a release for the second time, but she pressed her lips against. “I want you to come inside me.”

Ethan’s eyes turned even darker, and he didn’t waste a second to pick her up and set her on the metal railing. Sneaking his hand under the dress, he pulled her panties to the side and dragged his finger up and down her slit. “So wet for me. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please. I need you.”

No matter how many times they had had sex, the burning feeling of his length stretching her walls was always there. “Are you going to let our neighbors know how well I fuck you?”

Y/N shouldn’t be so turned on at the thought of other people hearing the way she screamed Ethan’s name, but she was. “You fill me up so good, Ethan.”

“So tight and warm, baby.” he panted, quickening his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin filled the small elevator, and it only made the scene even more erotic. "You are making a mess on my cock, love. So wet. And all mine."

“Only yours.” she threw her head back, eyes shut in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so fucking deep. I can feel every inch.”

“And you’re taking it so well. My good girl.” his fingers were gripping her ass so tight that it was going to leave marks. "I'm coming." Y/N quickly pressed the heel of her feet against his ass, pulling him even closer, and Ethan came undone. “Shit, that was the hottest thing ever.”

“It was.” she nodded in agreement, trying to catch her breath. “But we’re going to get caught, so we better go.”

“Wait, you didn’t come.” Ethan said embarrassed. Usually, his priority was always her. He wouldn’t let himself come until she did, but she had been teasing him all night and he was so clouded by lust that he couldn't thing of anything but the urge to release the bottled up tension.

“It’s okay, love. Today was about you.” she reassured him.

Ethan shook his head. “It’s our anniversary, so get your cute little ass to our apartment, I’m going to eat you out until your legs can’t function anymore.”

hii! i love your content and i literally scream with excitement everytime you post :) may i request ethan landry smut?

i was thinking of a plot where reader takes ethan to meet her family for the first time during christmas. she teases him making ethan flustered and a little mad about it? you could do whatever you want to fill in to the story !!

i dont know how to explain it properly, this is my first time ever requesting 😭

scratches down your back — ethan landry

word count: 2,072

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n teases ethan all evening and then he punishes her.

warnings: smut. p in v. masturbation. bondage. unprotected sex. dirty talking.

ETHAN'S GRIP ON THE STEERING WHEEL WAS SO STRONG THAT HIS KNUCKLES TURNED WHITE. His body felt hot and his forehead was covered in sweat. Y/N was looking at him worriedly from the shot-gun seat, a wave of guilt rushing through her body. They were parked in front of Y/N's parents' house and Ethan was having a nervous meltdown.

"Eth, it's totally fine if you're not ready for this. I'm sure my parents will understand." she said caressing his knuckles softly.

His hands relaxed and he shook his head. "No, I want to meet them. I'm just really nervous and scared."

"Love, you know that you don't need to win them over, right? Because you already have. I'm always sending them pictures of our dates, and tell them how you spoil me and you don't even know how often I tell them how amazing you are and how much I love you. They love you, Eth. They only want me to be happy," she kissed his cheek and made him look her in the eyes as she said "and hell, Ethan, you make me so happy that my chest hurts."

That made Ethan smile and feel like doing cartwheels. Y/N always said the exact words to calm him down. “Okay. I’m ready.” he nodded. Y/N turned around to open the door but he stopped her, making her furrow her brows. “I love you.”

No matter how many times they had told each other those three words, she still felt like melting into a puddle everytime. It was the way his voice softened and his eyes glistened like snow—they showed they weren’t empty words, he meant them and felt them with his whole heart.

“I love you, too. More than anything.”

When they finally entered the house, all his fears washed away. Y/N’s parents greeted him like he was an old friend and made him feel more at home than his own parents. For the first time in very long time, he didn’t feel alone during holidays. His heart warmed everytime he stole glances at his girlfriend’s concentrated expression as she made gingerbread cookies, or when he witnessed the way her whole face lit up when she watched him exchange words with her parents. But mostly, his heart warmed at the way they made him feel like he was a part of the family, like he had always been part of the family.

Y/N could see that too, and it was the best feeling in the world. Ethan deserved to be surrounded by people who loved and cared about him, and as long as Ethan let her be around him, she would ensure he got everything he deserved. He would always have someone to go home to.

His laugh brought her out of her sappy thoughts. God, how much she loved his laugh. It was deep and full of life, and it made creases appear by his eyes and she wanted nothing more than to press her lips against them.

Y/N faked an annoyed expression once she realized her mother and Ethan were laughing at her. They had been exchanging embarrassing stories about her and laughing their asses off together, like they were long-time best friends.

“No, no. Please continue laughing at me like I’m not even here.” she said feigning hurt.

“I’m sorry, love. But really? You climbed the wall to the neighbor's backyard? You little trespasser.” Ethan said smiling at her.

“I was 10! And bored. And the asshole left his dog there so I thought—he must not be at home and the dog is as lonely as I am, and I wanted to play with him.”

“Aw, babe, you make trespassing look adorable.” he said as he stood up and walked towards her around the counter. He hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Yes, but then the neighbor caught her and she started calling him out for leaving the dog outside alone. I swear I’ve never seen a forty-year-old man so intimidated by a little girl.” her mother said and started laughing with Ethan.

“That sounds like something she would still do.” Ethan said between laughter. Her mother nodded in agreement.

“Okay, stop it you two. I don’t like this little alliance.” Y/N frowned.

Her mother blew her a kiss before standing up. “I’m going to check on your father.”

Once her mother was out of the kitchen, Y/N turned around to face her grinning boyfriend “Bonding with my mother over making fun of me? Not cool, Ethan.”

“I’m sorry. It was a really adorable story, tho. You’re so cute.”

Y/N started kissing his neck and once she reached his weak spot, she started sucking the skin in there. Ethan’s hands gripped her hips tightly and he let out a quiet moan. Her lips trailed upwards, kissing his Adam apple, jawline and finally met his lips.

Her hand, which was resting on his firm chest, slowly moved down until it made contact with his hard on. He gasped in surprise and stopped the kiss. “Babe, what are you doing?”

“Me? Nothing.” she shrugged innocently, feeling his dick pulsing against her knuckles. His breathing quickened and he had to bit his lower lip to not make any sound.

“Please….”

“Please what?” she said in a whispery breath. “Do you want me to touch you?” Ethan nodded desperately, his eyebrows furrowed with agony. “I’m sorry, babe. You’ll have to wait until dinner’s over.”

“Okay.” he wasn’t exactly happy about it, but he understood they couldn’t do anything while her parents were on the next room.

Apparently, Y/N wasn't on the same page and she continued to tease him throughout dinner. At first, he didn’t think anything when she put her warm hand on his knee, but then she slowly drew her index finger up. This time, she didn’t just brush her knuckles against his bulge, she massaged it with her whole palm to the point that Ethan began to leak inside his boxers. And then, she went one step forward and sneaked her hand inside his pants and underwear to stroke his dick.

Ethan bit the inside of his cheek so hard it drew blood, but continue to do it to stop the whimpers that threatened to escape his mouth. He threw his girlfriend a begging glance, and she understood by the way his length was pulsing and his fists clenched that Ethan was close, which made her stop.

With a wink, she withdrew her hand and continue chatting with her parents and having dinner as if nothing had happened. Ethan was beyond mad, and when they finally said their good nights, he practically hauled his girlfriend to her childhood room, where they would be sleeping for the night, and threw her to the bed.

“You think it was funny, don’t you?” he asked as he hovered over her. “Teasing me knowing there was nothing I could do because I would never do that while your parents were there.”

“I was just giving you a preview of your gift.”

“And what is my gift?”

“Well, I wanted to suck you off while I wore the lingerie I bought for you.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Too bad, I don’t like what you did, and I think you need to be punished for torturing me like that.” Y/N’s eyes sparkled with lust as her boyfriend took his shirt off and then his pants and boxers. She extended her hand, ready to touch him but he quickly grabbed both of her hands. “No touching.”

“Ethan, please. I’m sorry, let me touch you.” she begged.

The boy shook his head. “Take your shirt and shorts off.”

His eyes followed every movement, making her feel hot and excited for the night that awaited her. She loved when he took charge and was commanding—it was a side of him only she knew about. No one would ever imagine that the shy smart boy liked to tie his girlfriend’s hands to the bedpost as he touched himself in front of her.

“You’re killing me, Eth.” she said in a broken voice while trying to free herself from the leather belt around her wrists.

“You don’t even know how hot you look right now.” Ethan panted, stroking his length faster and he drank the sight of her in green lacy lingerie and doe eyes begging him to let her touch. “You like what you see, love?”

Y/N nodded “I want you in my mouth.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” he started, as he continued to drive himself to his release. “I’m going to come on your tits and then I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’ll be begging me to stop, but I won’t. I won’t stop until you’re full of my cum. Understood?”

Y/N groaned, his words already had her completely soaked. “Yes, Ethan.”

“If you really want me to stop, say 'Red', okay?” Ethan asked, his voice soft this time. Y/N nodded and he gave her one sweet kiss before going back to the dominating role.

Y/N watched in awe as he came all over her breasts. With his head thrown back, lips parted and eyes shut, Ethan was quite the view when he came. “You’re so beautiful.”

Ethan smiled as he used to fingers to clean the cum off her chest and then tapped her cheek with his other hand. “Open up.” she opened her mouth and then closed it around his fingers, sucking and tasting him. “Good girl.” he eyed her wrists, that seemed to be a bit red and frowned. “Does it hurt?”

“A little bit. It’s not tight but the bedpost is a bit tall and the position makes it hurt a little.”

“I’m sorry.” he said, freeing her hands and pressing kisses on the red spots.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. I liked it.” she smiled reassuringly. “Can you fuck me now?”

Ethan laughed and got rid of her panties. He opened her legs and his dick got hard again when he saw her completely soaked. “Fuck babe, I’ve never seen you this wet.” he dragged the head of his dick up and down her slit, making both of them moan. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked as he slowly slid inside of her, her walls practically squeezing his length to death. “You wanted me to fuck you in your childhood room? While your parents are upstairs, not having any idea how much of a slut their daughter is for her boyfriend, right?”

“Yes.” she breathed.

“Yes, what?” he demanded as he increased his pace.

“I wanted this. I knew you’d get mad.” she cried, her body shaking from the intensity of his thrusts. “and you’d fuck me like the slut I am.”

“That’s right.” he said putting one of her legs on his shoulder, and this new position made him go deeper. “I will never get over how good you feel. Nothing will ever feel better than this.”

Tears fell down her cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming her. “Faster.” she begged, and he complied. “I’m coming. I can feel every inch of you, holy shit.”

“Hold it.” he ordered. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop it. Her nails were practically stabbing his back, Ethan was sure she was drawing blood but didn’t care. It was good pain. “God, you’re so tight and you keep clenching around me. It’s a crime how good you feel.”

“Are you close?” she whispered.

“Yes. Ready?” he asked and she gave a quick nod. He gave one more brutal thrust and then Y/N felt him unload inside of her. “Fuck, there’s so much.”

“Eth, can I come now?” she was barely holding on.

“Yes, come all over my cock” with the sweetest moan he had ever heard, Y/N arched her back as she rocked her hips and came while he was still inside, covering him in her juices. “You did amazing, love. But we are not finished.”

“I can’t feel anything.” she said tiredly, but she could not bring herself to say the safe word. She didn’t want to. She didn't want it to be over.

“That’s too bad, should’ve thought about it before teasing me.” he grabbed her hips and turned her around. He slapped her ass softly. “On your knees and hold onto the bedpost.”

It was going to be a long, torturous night and Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. Best Christmas ever.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝒀 . . . ethan had been crushing on you ever since he saw you. but he has yet to find out who you truly are. 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

warnings : blood, smut with little plot, knife play, bondage, orgasm denial, somnophilia, p in v sex, small amount of violence. please tell me if I missed anything!

Ethan was completely infatuated with you. There was just no other way to put it. Ever since he saw you, you were all he could think about. You were one of the survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro Massacre. But unfortunately, you got a lot of backlash. Your sister, Amber Freeman was the 8th revealed Ghostface killer. Everyone thought that you would end up just like her. But the thing is, those accusations were correct. You were angered at the fact that you had to loose your beloved sister. The two of you were so close. Luckily, you could keep the sweetheart act on. You stayed calm and polite towards everyone. That was something Ethan loved about you. But then again, he would still be drooling over you even if you weren’t.

It was around two in the morning, everyone was asleep by now. You had your mask on, and the black robe. You made sure your boots made barely any noise against the floor. You scanned through the windows, looking for something to signal you that you were looking into Ethan’s room.. You knew you would find it, because he always left his window opened. “What an idiot,”you thought. But you liked it, you liked how much he would defend you. Anytime anyone would accuse you of possibly becoming a killer just as your sister did, he immediately shut it down. “Guys seriously, it’s not her. She was with me the entire night! And besides, she would never do something like that!” Poor thing. He may have been smart in academics, but in real life situations..he was completely clueless. What would he do without you protecting him? You finally found his window, of course the curtains were open. You grinned at that. You slowly crawled up the ladder that was placed there. You had your knife in hand, opening the window slowly and sliding it back down once you were in.

You were immediately met with Ethan’s sleeping form. He looked so cute, so relaxed. His hair was all in his face, his shirt slightly lifted from him shifting in his sleep. You had to hold in a moan from the sight of his chest. You slowly walked towards the bed, staring and over him. How could he not feel you there? Was he that deep into sleep? Or was he just that clueless? You didn’t care which. But you needed him to be awake. So you placed your knee on the bed, hovering over him before getting close to his face. Your hand grazed over his lips, making his eyes flutter open. He looked like he was about to scream, so you covered his mouth. “Shhh, you gotta keep quiet baby. If you make any noise I won’t hesitate to slash this knife here on that pretty neck of yours, is that clear?” He looked so frightened, so fragile. You could even some tears welling up in his eyes while he nodded. You slowly took your hand away.

“Are you going to kill me.?” He asked, his voice cracking between words. You shook your head. “No no no honey, of course not. That is if you can listen, you can listen right? It’s simple enough.” He nodded again, he shouldn’t be turned on so much right now by how you were talking to him. Like he was stupid, like he couldn’t think for himself. “Good boy.” You nodded back at him.

You began to crawl over to him, gripping his chin. You decided to show your face a little early. You slid the mask off your face by the sorrowful looking mouth. He couldn’t believe it, he was so stunned he couldn’t even speak. “Y/N? what? What are you doing? You’re..you’re Ghostface?” His voice cracked again, he was such in a state of shock. “Surprised, baby? God you’re so stupid, you looked so pathetic defending me all this time. But it’s okay, I like it.” You grinned wider, pinning him to the bed. He panted heavily, staring at you with mixed feelings. Was he afraid? Was he upset? Was he turned on? Maybe all three. He hated how much his cock was throbbing in his shorts. He hated how much he wanted you right now. Ethan accidentally bucked his hips up into you, making you gasp. “Oh? Well would you look at that, you like this. Gosh, I knew you were a little freak.” He whined at your words, trying so hard not to let his aching cock control his actions.

“Now what am I gonna do with you?” You asked mockingly. His expression turned to fear in seconds, making you laugh. “I’m just joking, baby. You know I’d never kill you, right?” You asked in a baby voice that made his hips buck up again.

You held his hips down to the bed with your legs. He bit his lip, desperately trying to move again. “Ah ah ah, don’t do that. Be a good boy and don’t move again, okay?” His breath hitched and he nodded slowly. “You’re so hard already, and I didn’t even touch you yet. What a man whore.” He sighed, throwing his head back into the pillow. You slid your hand into his pants, pressing your palm against his crotch. He moaned the second he felt your hand. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” You asked, he frantically nodded. “Please, touch me..” You tilted your head off to the side. “You gotta beg more than that, sweet thing.” He whined just by hearing your voice ringing through his head. All those times that he gripped his cock for you, covering up his moans so his roommate wouldn’t hear him. Any picture he had of you, he would get hard just by looking at it. And now he’s getting what he wanted, just not exactly how he expected it. “Please I-I’ll be so good.. just please touch me!” He pouted at you, making you grin in satisfaction. “There you go.” Your hand gripped his aching cock in his pants, making him gasp. You pulled the waist band of his shorts down, along with his boxers.

He hissed at the cold air hitting his already leaking tip. You hummed, running your thumb gingerly over his tip with your glove. He twitched with anticipation, gripping the sheets tightly. “I wanna see you, please..” You raised an eyebrow and grinned down at him before sliding the black rob off of your body. You unbuttoned your shirt and threw it off to the side. He bit his lip and groaned. “S-So pretty..” You giggled at his words. You decided to take a step further, letting your hands slide behind your back and unclip your bra.

Your bra fell to the side, causing Ethan to blush furiously. He felt like he should’ve looked away, but he knew he didn’t have to and he absolutely didn’t want to either. “C-Can I touch you?” He bit his lip and looked up at you, waiting for to respond. You nodded and leaned in, holding onto the headboard. Ethan let his hands go up to cup your breasts. You sighed the second he did, his cock twitching in response. He continued to fondle with your breasts, your nipples falling between his fingertips every few times. “Please fuck me, I need it so bad.” He whined, trying to buck his hips into you again. You groaned, gripping the headboard tighter. “So needy..” You beam, taking off your gloves before undoing your jeans.

You hastily slid them down your legs. You sat on top of him, now only in your black lacy panties. He couldn’t stop staring at you, he was so close to just turning you over and having his way with you. But at the same time, he wanted you to have control over him. He wanted you to be the one that made him cry and yell in pleasure. He whimpered, placing his hands on your hips before you smacked them away. “No no no, can’t touch me yet, baby.” He whined while his leg bounced up and down in desperation. “Beg for it, I wanna hear you.” Ethan huffed at your words, slowly nodding. “Please please please fuck me, I need it so bad. I-I need to be inside you. It really hurts.” You hummed, feeling your arousal grow between your legs. You sighed and slid your underwear off, leaving them to the side. Ethan turned his head over slightly and made a mental note to make sure you wouldn’t be getting those back.

You grabbed his sore dick, lining it up at your entrance. Ethan threw his head back once more, trying so hard not to grab your hips. You raised your body before sitting back down fully. You gasped and moaned as you felt him inside of you. “Oh fuck! You’re so fucking big..” Your eyes fluttered shut as you began to bounce up and down at a slow pace. He twitched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He had never ever felt this kind of pleasure before. But it was amazing. “Shit, oh god! You’re so tight!” He yelled, jerking his hips up into you to match your rhythm. You were stuck between bouncing and grinding your hips until his hands met your body again. You groaned in fake annoyance, grabbing his wrists and putting his hands over his head. You looked around before grabbing your shirt and tying them to the headboard. Your hands left his wrists to touch around his chest. He sighed and moaned just at the feeling of your hands.

He always dreamed of just being touched by you. It didn’t matter in what way. You could’ve hugged him, held his hand, or even just brush your fingers against his. But this was a whole other way he would have never expected for you to touch him. God, he loved you so much. Ethan suddenly felt his dick twitch inside of you. “I-I’m going to-” You shook your head and lifted your hips again, he winced in response. “B-But I was about to cum..why did you do that?” He looked up at you with the most adorable eyes. You almost felt like letting him finish, but oh how much you wanted to see him cry and beg. “No, you can’t cum yet. Not until I say so.” You sat back down on him and began to bounce again. “You can hold it in, right? You’re a good boy for me?” His lips parted as he stared at your cunt and nodded. “Yes, I’m your good boy.”

You giggled and grabbed the knife that you had left on his bedside. His eyes widened and his cock twitched again. He felt fear, but at the same time he felt more pre-cum leak out. “What are you gonna do with that?” He asked in a quiet tone, his gaze not leaving you once. “Shh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” You placed the knife to his collar bone which made him gasp. “Don’t worry, all you have to do is not move.” He whimpered and whined more, his eyes becoming watery. “Please please please I’m so close! Please let me cum!” He cried out, his pretty eyelashes getting wet. You groaned at the sight. “Soon, baby.”

He was now full on sobbing after just a few minutes. You felt your knot began to tighten in your stomach soon after. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Please mommy!” He cried out, now thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. He couldn’t stay still so he already had small leaking red cuts over his jaw and shoulders. You huffed and moaned, leaning down. Your lips pressed against his for the first time tonight. He moaned into your lips before you pulled away. “Cum. Cum for me then.” You whispered into his ear. Your hot breath tickling him. He gasped and screamed loudly, shooting a heavy load into your tight cunt. His gaze felt dizzy and his lips stayed parted. You slapped him across his cheek to keep him awake. “Wake up.” He yelped, looking up at you with red eyes. “Do you want me to stay? Or do you want me to leave?” You asked, to which he immediately shook his head. “No, please stay..please.” His hair was stuck his forehead, sweat beaming from his body and cheeks. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his ear. “Thank you, thank you..that was amazing.” He choked out, still trying to regain his composure but it felt impossible at the moment.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now get some sleep.”

The second those words left your mouth, his eyes closed shut and he sighed. The only think he could think about was how you fucked him until he was screaming and crying in ecstasy. Not that he just learned you were a serial killer. . .

Jesus that was long 💀 hoped you liked it though!!

giving virgin ethan head for the first time

I love this idea so much, thanks for the request, peach!

⊹˚ . ECSTASY … you decide to give ethan the pleasure you think he deserves. nsfw content warning

warnings: oral (m receiving)

You were sitting besides Ethan in his room, listening to him babble about things in his economics class. You hate to admit it but you weren’t completely listening to him. You were staring at him, for a long time. He still didn’t notice either. He just looked so adorable, the way he would talk with his hands flaunting everywhere to make a point or how he would flash a small smile to you every now and then.

You also hated to admit how badly you wanted to fuck him. He still didn’t notice the lack of eye contact with you. That is until you suddenly leaned in closer to his smell. He stammered, slightly backing away. “What are you…what are you doing?” He asked nervously with that stupid smile that you loved so much.

“I think you know.” You responded, letting your hand caress around the buttons of his shirt. His breath hitched from that alone.

That was minutes ago. Now, he was he laid under you, stammering words that didn’t even make sense. His hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat streaming down his face. His body twitched and bucked into your mouth as you continued to tease the tip of his cock.

“hmmhh…so good..” He moaned quietly, his hand finding a place in your hair to keep rutting his cock against your tongue. You moan though it’s muffled, due to your mouth being stuffed with his fat cock that you loved so much now.

“I’m gonna..gonna cum..” He repeats, almost trying to see if your demeanor changes to show if you didn’t want to keep going. But it didn’t change in the slightest. You continued to bob your head up and down around his dick, looking up at him through your lashes.

It sent him over the edge, causing his eyes to flutter repeatedly and his lips to part and let a long moan. He releases in your mouth, his hand holding your head still. You happily swallow every drop, letting your tongue loll out for him to see his semen dripping from it. He could nearly feel himself getting hard again.

“F-Fuck..thank you..holy shit..” You giggle in respond, swallowing the last bit and kissing his cheek.

I’m so sorry that was so short :((

You Sneaky Thing

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, Ethan’s a virgin no surprise there lol, both Ethan and reader are kinda freaky cuz why not it’s fun

A/N: I DID NOT PROOFREAD I AM SLEEPY SORRY

Warnings for this part: Car Sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

You could barely focus in class. You were supposed to be listening to the lecture and taking notes, but how could you? How could you do that when your boyfriend was sitting next to you? You occasionally stole glances at each other, smiling and blushing.

You and Ethan had been together for a little over two months. You were his first kiss, his first girlfriend. You on the other hand, had more experience than him. You had been in a couple relationships, ones that didn’t work out and were definitely for the best. You had lost your virginity, unlike Ethan. You knew this already, as he had confessed it to you in a late night phone call.

He felt embarrassed, almost ashamed. But you reassured him. You told him the two of you could take it slow, if he wanted. Whatever made him most comfortable was what was important to you, and Ethan appreciated that. But Ethan craved your touch, more than you realized.

He wanted to be inside you practically every waking moment he saw you. Even now, in the classroom. All he could think about was bending you over onto the table and fucking you sloppily. Not that he’d last very long, of course. He was a virgin after all. But that didn’t stop his mind from wandering.

You were up at the top row, getting the perfect view. Ethan’s eyes wandered from your face to your thighs. You were wearing a black skirt, a skirt that was just a little too small. You kept pulling it down a bit, feeling self-conscious throughout the day. But Ethan liked seeing you in that skirt. He glanced back at the professor, checking to see where they were looking.

He looked back at your skirt, wanting so badly to slip his hand underneath. He wanted to rub your clit through your panties, just to tease you. Would you like that, sweet girl? He felt so tempted to try it, to see how your face would flush. He moved his hand under the table and placed it on your thigh, squeezing it. You noticed, but tried to ignore it. And yet you felt a flutter in your lower stomach.

You offered him a smile, and he smiled back. His hand traveled farther up your inner thigh, rubbing the skin with his thumb. He was still staring at you, completely calm. But you weren’t. His knuckles were almost grazing your panties.

You felt surprised. Ethan had never done something like this before. The Ethan you knew would get nervous to make out with you, which you relished in. His face would get all red when you sat in his lap, taking his attention away from his homework as you gave him sweet kisses. Ethan drowned in your kisses, swearing your touch was like an angel, as if he was about to be blessed with eternal happiness.

He contemplated dipping his hand inside your panties, playing with you secretly. But he let his paranoia get the best of him. If the two of you were caught doing something inappropriate, you’d both get in deep trouble. So he kept his hand on your inner thigh, never sneaking it away.

You could feel yourself start to grow wet, making you nervous. His hand was dangerously close; he could almost feel it. Right? You looked at the time, seeing that it was getting close for the class to be over. You felt so relieved. You couldn’t drive back to your apartment pretending you didn’t just get turned on in class. And knowing Ethan, he’d probably brush the moment off and get too flustered to even explain himself.

As soon as class was dismissed, you quickly packed up your things. He took his hand away from underneath your skirt and brushed the fabric, patting it down. You watched as he put his things into his backpack with a grin on his face, oblivious to your flushed complexion.

As soon as you saw he was done, you took his hands into yours and leaned in close to his ear: “Let’s go to my car.” You barely gave him anytime to respond as you turned around and dragged him out of the room.

You never once wavered your grip on his hand as you navigated your way out of the building, leading him into the parking garage. You both barely spoke a word; Ethan was too excited to even try. He didn’t know what was in store for him, but he was dying to find out.

You were lucky the class was at night, as the floor you were on in the parking garage was not very full. You had plenty of space, plenty of privacy from any eyes. And that was what you wanted.

Once you got to the car, you unlocked it and motioned for Ethan to get into the backseat. He made no effort to ask why, simply doing what you wanted. You climbed inside after him and put your bag on the driver’s seat. Ethan had taken his bag off and set it in his lap, holding it. He was staring at his feet, pretending he didn’t feel your gaze on him.

“You got very cozy in class today,” you finally spoke.

“You think so?”

“Don’t play dumb, Ethan.” He almost smirked at your attitude. He set his bag on the passenger seat and faced you.

“If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you move my hand away?” He raised his eyebrows, awaiting your answer. You said nothing, and that made him move closer.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” He almost whispered, “I know I did.” His hands found their way onto your thighs, hitching your black skirt up. You parted your thighs as the feeling of his fingers on your skin, almost without thinking.

“I’ve been thinking about something lately,” Ethan stated. You watched as his he pushed your skirt up, revealing your panties. He could see the stain that had been growing, making his breath hitch.

“Yeah?” You responded.

“Mhm.”

“Tell me,” you insisted. You could see the strained tent forming in his pants, taking the attention away from the growing blush on his cheeks. His fingers found their way to your panties, prodding at them as if to pull them off.

“I think I’m ready to take things to the next step..y’know what I mean?” He looked at you with doe eyes, as if he wasn’t painfully hard.

You nodded. “I think I know exactly what you mean.” You looked down at your panties and started to pull them off before his hands took over. You took it upon yourself to fidget with his pants, pulling his cock out. You began to stroke him slowly as he pulled you into a kiss. He moaned in your mouth throughout the kiss, heavily breathing.

“Can I fuck you?” He asked.

“What did you think was gonna happen?” You laughed.

“I need you to say it. Let me hear you say it,” He whined. He spoke to you as if it was a matter of life or death. You stopped stroking him and held his cock in your hand as you climbed into his lap.

“Please fuck me, Ethan. I don’t think I can control myself,” you pant in his ear. He watched you angle him just right before he pushed himself inside you. You moaned at the abrupt feeling of his cock, but didn’t object. He bottomed out within the first few seconds, digging his nails into your hips.

You started kissing him again, getting his focus back on your lips as you started to rock yourself on his cock. You started slow, really taking in the moment. Ethan could barely believe it himself; he was fucking you. And in your car! He didn’t think it would happen like that.

His hands gripped your hips and pushed you down harder, taking little whines out of you as he went deeper. You wanted to tease him, say all these little things that you knew would drive him crazy. But you could barely keep your eyes open. Your breath was getting heavier, and the windows were getting foggy in the car.

Ethan placed kisses on your neck as he pulled you in even closer, if that was even possible. You barely needed his help to bounce on his cock; you could do that all on your own. All he could now was squeeze you in his arms, trying not to see stars so soon.

“You keep going like that, I’m gonna cum inside you,” Ethan groaned.

“Maybe you should,” you panted.

“Baby don’t say that. You’re gonna kill me with those words,” he drawled out a moan.

“It’s fine, E. Just do it. Fill me up.” You weren’t even thinking anymore. You were just coaxing him to give into the pleasure, and it was working. He thrusted into you a couple more times before faltering, saying your name like it was the only thing he knew.

You rested your head on his shoulder, panting. You stared at the foggy window, feeling spent. You lifted your finger to draw a giant heart, smiling.

“You didn’t cum, did you?” Ethan sighed.

“No.” He sighed again, staring at your cum-filled pussy. “Let’s go again.”

“E it’s okay.”

“I wanna go again. Bend over.”

sweetthing

you are so shy and awkward, sometimes you even stuttered! how adorable could you be? but this makes him even more in love with you but above all obsessed… 16+ spicy content

{ghost face} Ethan Landry

you smell so good, so delicious… like a biscuit! but also,

you were so pretty in that little skirt of yours… he could easily see your underwear, your ovely light pink lace panties, he could also smell your essence and this made him harder than usual…

“E-ethan…”

when he hears his name called, he wakes up from his trance and when he realizes that it was you calling him, he smiles and says sweetly and so happy to talk with you;

“yes? you need something?” I will gave you everything you need sweetheart, talk to me, with your pretty voice… and please, don’t stop look at me with your doe eyes… he said in his head…

“I'm having a bit of trouble with the economy, I wonder if you could give me a hand... if you want…”

Up until that moment, Ethan just couldn't stop smiling, he was happy, not only to be able to study with you because he was good at economics, but above all he wanted with all his heart to have an intimate moment with you, all alone, just you and him...

“Of course… I will love to help you” Ethan said smiling gently and try to hold back the smirk, biting his cheek to hold his excitement…

~so after that chat, you and Ethan had agreed on the time and especially the place, which would be at your apartment, you know how it is, he didn't want to have any trouble and especially he hated Chad, he wanted you alone without any idiots around, so everything was perfect… the plan would work.

“E-ethan… so this answer is right?” you say hesitantly looking at Ethan, to see if you had written it correctly, and he says in response;

“Oh my sweet thing, it’s wrong… don’t worry! I explain to you again!” actually you did well, but he did it on purpose just to spend more time with you, it didn't matter if he had to explain the same things again, he would have done it endlessly! just for you, for you this and more!

~after a while, you yawn and turn to look at the clock, and you realize that it was 8:45 pm! it was quite late and above all you were hungry… so you decide to invite Ethan to eat together, as if to repay him for helping you with your studies and he was even happier about this…

even if Ethan wanted something else…

together you decided to go out to eat something, so you could also take a walk enjoying the colored lights! a romantic moment… he was so close to kissing you that he receives a message on his phone…

📞 from Quinn; ethan, you son of a bitch, where the fuck are you? you little shit! I swear!

after seeing the message, he started to panic and you noticed, in fact you said worried;

“E-ethan? E-everything it’s fine?”

he seeing your concern, smiles sweetly at you and says, standing up and caressing your face;

“yes sweetheart, I'm fine, but I have to go, it's very late and I don't want to leave you alone, so I want to take you home!”

he was totally a gentleman to his princess! but at the same time a murderer if anyone would dare to touch her or take her away from him… because you know, you are his!

you belong to him…

Calling any and all Ethan Landry writers, I have a request. I need, deeply in my soul, an Ethan Landry fic that is dark romance-esk. Like he's obsessed with reader in a stalker way where he follows her around, steals little things from her so he can always have a piece of her with him, and does everything to protect her during the ghost face killings.

Now I know what you're probably thinking, there are plenty of fics out there like that. I might have not found the right ones because all the ones I found involve Dub-con and or Non-con which is an instant no for me.

I do remember reading one a while ago that was like this but I don't remember where I read it, who wrote it, or what the tilde is. If you write, have written, or find one like this please lmk. It will heal my soul. Thank you 😘

(Why the fuck did I write this like an email?)

Stfu I'm reading fanfics about little subby bitch boys

UHM HELLO ?!? “i had econ!” at almost 2k notes ?!? omg thank yall so much wth !!

”I had econ!”

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ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, 18+ but yk i cant control what you read cuz i aint your ma 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“where were you?! you disappear and my sister almost gets killed!” chad pulled ethan by the jacket and slammed him against a nearby vehicle

“i had econ!” ethan shouted as chad battered him with accusations of hurting his sister mindy.

ethans mind floods with flashbacks from earlier-

y/n tugged at ethans shirt as she deepened their kiss, desperate to get him to shed the item of clothing. he separated himself from her to pull his t-shirt off. he reconnected the kiss and picked her up. he toyed with the hem of her shorts while walking them towards his bedroom

he sat her on the bed and sat on his knees, not breaking the kiss. their tongues fought, sliding against the others lips to find entry. he pulled away to speak, “can i take these off?” he asked looking up at you through his eyebrows, waiting for approval while searching your face for any sign of unwanting. “fuck, please, yes.” you breathed out while nodding your head. 

he pulled them off along with your underwear. he kissed the insides of your thighs, slowly inching closer to the wetness pooling between your legs. he reached your clit and attached his lips as he began to suck. he slid his fingers up and down in between your folds before slipping a finger in and began pumping. this action drew a moan from your throat. he took this as a sign to add another and speed up. he pumped faster and just as he felt you getting closer and squeezing his fingers, he pulled them out. you let out a sad whimper and cocked your head to the side. “why’d you stop?” you asked. “want you to cum on my cock, pretty girl.” he said as he began to unbutton his jeans. he pulled his boxers down to his knees and ran his pink tip that was leaking precum through your wet folds. he slowly inserted his dick into you, planting a hand onto your thigh to steady himself. he groaned loudly as he bottomed out. he began thrusting into you at a fast pace, not giving you time to adjust. you moaned out in pain and pleasure as he sped up. he was now pumping into you at an unimaginable speed. he ran his big hands over your breasts, playing with your nipples with his thumbs as he did so. you were letting out loud moans and you were sure the neighboring dorms could hear you, but right now you didnt care. he guided his hands down to your hips and began slamming his hips into yours as he felt himself inch closer to release. this made you to tip over the egde and release, the knot snapping in your stomach. your cum dripped down ethans cock as he continued to pound into you. the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so good and the sounds of your moans in his ear made him release inside of you, the hot liquid pooling and dripping out as he pulled himself out. he leaned down to kiss you— 

“ethan!” chad shouted, pulling him out of his trance. “yeah, yeah sorry, uh zoned out there. you can ask y/n, she was sitting with me and helping me take lecture notes.” he said. fuck, he couldn’t wait for your class to end and see you at his dorm later.

”I had econ!”

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ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, 18+ but yk i cant control what you read cuz i aint your ma 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“where were you?! you disappear and my sister almost gets killed!” chad pulled ethan by the jacket and slammed him against a nearby vehicle

“i had econ!” ethan shouted as chad battered him with accusations of hurting his sister mindy.

ethans mind floods with flashbacks from earlier-

y/n tugged at ethans shirt as she deepened their kiss, desperate to get him to shed the item of clothing. he separated himself from her to pull his t-shirt off. he reconnected the kiss and picked her up. he toyed with the hem of her shorts while walking them towards his bedroom

he sat her on the bed and sat on his knees, not breaking the kiss. their tongues fought, sliding against the others lips to find entry. he pulled away to speak, “can i take these off?” he asked looking up at you through his eyebrows, waiting for approval while searching your face for any sign of unwanting. “fuck, please, yes.” you breathed out while nodding your head. 

he pulled them off along with your underwear. he kissed the insides of your thighs, slowly inching closer to the wetness pooling between your legs. he reached your clit and attached his lips as he began to suck. he slid his fingers up and down in between your folds before slipping a finger in and began pumping. this action drew a moan from your throat. he took this as a sign to add another and speed up. he pumped faster and just as he felt you getting closer and squeezing his fingers, he pulled them out. you let out a sad whimper and cocked your head to the side. “why’d you stop?” you asked. “want you to cum on my cock, pretty girl.” he said as he began to unbutton his jeans. he pulled his boxers down to his knees and ran his pink tip that was leaking precum through your wet folds. he slowly inserted his dick into you, planting a hand onto your thigh to steady himself. he groaned loudly as he bottomed out. he began thrusting into you at a fast pace, not giving you time to adjust. you moaned out in pain and pleasure as he sped up. he was now pumping into you at an unimaginable speed. he ran his big hands over your breasts, playing with your nipples with his thumbs as he did so. you were letting out loud moans and you were sure the neighboring dorms could hear you, but right now you didnt care. he guided his hands down to your hips and began slamming his hips into yours as he felt himself inch closer to release. this made you to tip over the egde and release, the knot snapping in your stomach. your cum dripped down ethans cock as he continued to pound into you. the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so good and the sounds of your moans in his ear made him release inside of you, the hot liquid pooling and dripping out as he pulled himself out. he leaned down to kiss you— 

“ethan!” chad shouted, pulling him out of his trance. “yeah, yeah sorry, uh zoned out there. you can ask y/n, she was sitting with me and helping me take lecture notes.” he said. fuck, he couldn’t wait for your class to end and see you at his dorm later.

yall… 😭 ik i have requests but im writing a new ethan landry smut fic 🤞🏼

(coming today 👀)

Imagine having both chad and ethan use you as a cum dump over and over again tag team style<3