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Headcanon: Yandere!Ethan Landry

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Content warning: uhhhh gore description? Sex allusions; obsessive and shit. I mean, that's yandere you have to be used to it by now. OOC Ethan ? Manipulative, stalking blah blah blah nothing too crazy for a yandere.

~2000 words (8/05/2023)

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who 'accidentally' run into you at school. He's been following you in the hallways since you arrived to be honest but there is so much students here, you can't notice him in the crowd.

➛"I'm so sorry ! I wasn't looking !" He was, he was staring right at your face when he practically jumped on you. "It's okay, don't worry. I wasn't looking either." And when you two leave each other, what a crazy coincidence that you seem to have forgotten your book ! Wait, you didn't have it in your bag ? Of course silly ! Why would Ethan have it either way ? You're so clumsy ! He'll have to come give it back to you.

➛And suddenly, you see him everywhere. In the library at the same time as you and, oh no ! There is no seat for him ! Wait, is that a free seat ext to you? Maybe you won't mind if he seats here, he gave you back your book after all. He's so nice. Suddenly, he's at the same parties as you. Laughing with you and rating the costumes of people around you. He's in your building to 'drop someone off' and so on. What a coincidence, right ?

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who, to keep you all to himself, always say things like 'No, i'm mostly alone in my free time' to make you pity him into staying by his side. If it don't work, at least you got the idea that he's single and available for you.

➛ Pretty simple things, really. He'll tell you that his last partner left him without warning, that they were manipulating him. That he has difficulty in giving his trust to someone because of them. And now he's scared to love. That it hurt him really bad and of course you're sad for him ! So you're trying to be as nice as possible. You don't need to know that he never had any partner ! He'll eventually tell you that later.

➛Like "You're going to the party tomorrow ?" "I was planning on just staying at home" He didn't. Chad harassed him to come, and he would have if he didn't have the better option of staying with you. "I never really catch people's attention anyway..." He didn't care, it was yours that he wanted. But right now, his goal was to make you sad. For you to have pity of him so you'd stay with him.

So most of the time you try to make him smile by asking him to come to the party with you. Happy, he'll be stuck to your side all night, chasing everyone who'd dare approach. He's tall, he'll stand behind you and glare blankly at everyone without you noticing. He doesn't even need to try to be scary, he's a serial killer, his simple being emits a threatening energy.

➛Or when you ask him what's his plan for the week end and he just goes "Nothing, I don't really have much friends. I'll probably watch movies." with a small, almost ashamed voice. And you don't want to leave your new friend alone. And you think that he's too nice to be left alone so you offer to stay with him and he's on cloud nine !

➛Like "Don't you want a boyfriend sometimes ?" he'd ask. And you're a little surprised but you answer as honestly as possible. And he answer just after you, ignoring a little your answer. He just wanted to say what he needed to. "I'd like a partner. I've never had anyone loving me, that look so nice." He sighs. And while you look somewhere else, he'd give you a longing look. He probably already told Chad you two were together to be honest.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who plays innocent when he litteraly jump on you when you two are watching a scary movie. He's a fucking liar, don't trust him. He litteraly kills people babe... This guy absolutly LOVE horror movie and even the gorest of them all couldn't make him twitch. But with you, he plays the innocent and easily scared nerd.

➛When the murderer suddenly appear on the screen in a loud scream, the boy plunge his head in your neck, putting his hands before his eyes to hide the TV from him. You laugh. "It wasn't that scary, you know ?" He laughs nervously, moving away from you but still sticking to your side. The side of his thigh flat against yours and your arms touching each other's. His cheeks are red and you probably think it's because of his embarassment in jumping of fear but he's just happy to be near you. "If you're so scared we can change." But he dismisses you. Saying that it's okay. After that, he'll hide himself in your body at each loud noises. Smiling when you can't see him, happy with his trickery.

And that little monster takes advantage of the situation until the end. He'll call/text you when you're at home. He'll keep you awake all night, pretending to be scared to sleep, needing to talk to you even if you're in two differents places just to be reassured.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who guilt trap you by crying if you dare be angry at him or accuse him of something. It can be anything but he'll try and gaslight you. He'll cry harder, like a kid, to prevent you to continue talking.

➛After he came to your flat one day, one of your shirt disappeared. You had lend one to him since he got stained. (even if you're not the same size at him, i'm sure you have oversized clothes so it fit him) Without thinking much of it, you asked him about it when you saw him in class. And suddenly, he's looking at you with his big and shiny doe eyes, as if you had insulted him. Because in his head, you did ! "I gave it back to you litteraly two days ago..?" And he seems so sure of himself that you start to question yourself. "Are you sure ?" you ask, though. And Ethan laugh lightly. You doubt, trying to remember the past few days and thinking that, yeah, maybe he gave it back and it just didnt really stuck to you. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why would I steal your shirt anyway ?" But you swear you haven't seen your clothes in a while now.

➛Like, Ethan, your new friend, comes to your flat one day. You're used to it by now. He's sad, terribly sad. Or at least that's what he shows. "You know that person I was talking to ?" Another lie, he never talked to anyone beside you. And he plans on staying like that. But he told you he was slowly trying to forget about 'his ex', that he was trying to come out of his shell. And also he wanted to make you jealous by telling you he was talking to someone. (it didnt work, he was devastated) "They kind of called me a creep" and he laughs nervously, like he's ashamed to tell you that. (he's not) "They didn't like that I was clingy." And you try to be objective. "You know, people except different things in a relation. Maybe you were indeed too much for them but..." And then his eyes water and you feel bad. "Shit. I'm... Are you okay ? I wasn't insulting..." He doesn't want you to finish that. Because he doesn't want to hear you contradict him. So, thinking you said something stupid, you try to comfort him but now that he got you feeling guilty, he'll lock himself in the bathroom while this time, you're the one following him. He'll act like he's embarrassed to cry before you while in reality that shit is his most powerful technique. He'll cry before you every fucking day if he needed to.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who calls you when he's ghostface, playing with you to see your reactions. He's the type to talk about himself (Ethan) to you to see what do you think about him. Yeah, he's fucked up.

➛"Do you like scary movies ?" ask a changed voice. You frown your brow, taking the phone away from your ear to look at it. As if the face of the caller would appear. "Who are you ?" "Answer the question, pretty." "Don't call me that." A silence pass. Ethan didnt know how to contain his feelings. He was so happy to talk to you ! And in his costume, he was so much more confident ! He was able to tell you things he never did ! "I like scary movie. And you ?" you finally respond in a sigh. Ethan decides to skip this part, rushing to what's interest him. "Do you have a boyfriend ?" "Will my answer change the way you act with me ?" "Maybe" "I don't have a boyfriend, or any kind of partner for that matter." The boy on the other side of the phone was trembling in joy. His cheeks were crimson red. "Good".

➛For the umpteenth time this week, the phone ring. "Please leave me alone." you said, still scared by the call; you answered the phone, again, because he once threatened to come get you if you didn't. You wouldn't have been so terrified if he hadn't told you your exact adress, proving you that he was indeed watching. No way you were going to try him. "I was thinking about your little boyfriend recently. Ethan, right ?" "He's not my boyfriend, leave him alone. He did nothing." As much as he despised the way you dismissed your relation with him, Ethan was euphoric to think you were trying to protect him. "He's not, hm ?" He was shaking from joy thanks to this call. "How would you react seeing his dismembered head in your mailbox, hm ? You'd cry ? I bet you'd cry all your pretty tears for him. I'd like that." "Stop..." "Do you think he'd cry seeing your cute little head in his mailbox ?" And he couldn't stop himself. "I'm sure he'd be devastated. He's so fucking pitiful. I'm sure he wants to fuck you but he's too much of a coward to do so, huh ? Would you like being fucked by him ? To fuck that whore ? Tell me, pretty. Should I send you his head ?"

Plus, the best part was when you'd run to him crying and telling him how much you're scared. Then, Ethan could be your knight in shining armor, promising you he'd protect you from your stalker. And it worked ! Strangely, each time you were stuck to him, Ghostface didn't call.

If only you knew.

Pretty when you cry

Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

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content warning: manipulative ethan; stalking; obsessive; maybe sub!Ethan; mention of murder; he's still ghostface; guilt trapping; worshiping; knife

English is not my first language sorry guys, if i did any grammatical mistakes lmk !

2924 words (7/05/2023)

"Hi" he said simply. As if we were speaking to each other for the first time, but in the same tone with which one greets an old friend. It was ironic how I wished for weeks for him to come and talk to me and when he finally did, all I thought about was running away. He hadn't changed. And so much the better. He was still so handsome. Today, he wore a white shirt and a kind of jeans in a shade between dark gray and black. After taking a brief tour of his outfit, I look up at his face: the most beautiful part of his person. His frizzy curls looked fresh, as if he had just washed them. This thought was confirmed by the smell of shampoo that came to me on a light breeze. His cheeks were tinged with a pale pink that highlighted the small and discreet freckles that sported his cheeks. His gaze escaped mine, watching the floor with a strange and sudden interest as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. He was embarrassed, no, dead of shame. After all, I still hadn't answered him. I've only watched him so far. And I surely would have continued if I hadn't noticed his shaking hands.

What am I supposed to say to him? I greet him too, I compliment him? I ask him directly why he came to talk to me? After all, the only times we had spoken was to get him to tutor me. Are we even friends? After he stood me up without any explanation, approximately two weeks ago now, we haven't spoken to each other since.

“Hi” I simply replied. Ethan scratches his cheek as he smiles nervously at me, his gaze flicking briefly above me to look behind me. The redness on his cheeks getting worse.

“You uh… Your classes, how are you doing ? I… Like, you're good ?”

To be honest, it wasn't. Which is the main reason as to why I was asking him for lessons, by the way. So he knows all about those four out of twenty that I love so much. (Wrong, I hate them, I just don't have the IQ to have more) How handsome he was. Earlier this year, I had this fantasy where Ethan, who I hadn't spoken to at the time, came up to me and asked me out. Later, having learned about his shyness, I dreamed of seeing him overcome his bashfulness to come and declare his love for me while stuttering.

"I manage. And you ? Are you able to follow the program?

Of course he did. We are talking about Ethan Landry, the best student in the whole establishment. He succeeds in everything. Except talking to people, it seems. For the umpteenth time now, he glances over my shoulder. His eyes alternated with bewildering speed between my face and what was behind my back. Finally, I turn to see the only person in the hallway besides us, Chad, watching us with a big smile on his face and thumbs up. He lowers his arms the second my eyes notice him and he puts his hands in his pockets, pretending to turn around.

"Isn't that Chad?" I knew it was him, Ethan's best friend. But I just wanted confirmation.

-N-no aha, it’s… I don’t know who… It’s not Chad.” His laugh was forced and it showed. He was staring at the ceiling, shrugging and laughing nervously. Too smiley to be true. If he weren't already incredibly uncomfortable and flushed, his friend's intervention would have caused him to be.

"Why did you come talk to me Ethan?"

Our last discussion was two weeks ago. We had seen each other on Tuesday for my private lessons and it had gone incredibly well. He had scheduled a session for Thursday, of which I was counting every second until D-Day. I was smiling just reading our messages over and over again. Then Thursday arrived after an endless wait. I headed for the library, as usual. My smile glued to my lips, impossible to remove. I was on cloud nine. But Ethan was late, yet he had never been with me. I waited and waited and waited but after an hour and a half I left. He hadn't sent a message, nothing. Since then, not a word has been exchanged. In the hallways, not even a single look had been shared. We walked ignoring each other, like strangers.

"I'm sorry.

-For what ?"

I had some idea why he was sorry but I didn't want to get my hopes up. His eyes water, he opens his mouth but no sound comes out. Ethan extends his hand towards me which I grab by reflex. To be honest, he was starting to worry me. Was he really going to cry? Was it because of me?

“Ethan, are you okay? I forgive you if this is what bothers you so much but please don't put yourself in such a state. Do you want me to walk you home? I'll tell the teacher that you are not feeling well.” As I said that, I adopted the softest voice I could muster.

The curly man holds my hand, he intertwines our fingers together. His tears finally running down his cheeks. A few tears escape him.

“No… he almost sighs.

-'no' what ? I ask, worried.

-I'm not feeling well…"

My concern increases considerably. Forget him which stood me up. His state is much more worrying. Without really thinking about it, my hand rests on his shoulder. I start guiding him to the exit but he seems to realize it. He plants his feet on the ground, shakes his head, then grabs my hand resting on his shoulder.

Ethan was keeping me here.

He raises his angel eyes to me. He was so handsome. His pupils were glowing. The boy opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Frustrated, his tears seem to intensify. He lowers his head, his beautiful curls falling in front of his eyes that I love so much.

"Ethan, you can tell me anything."

I was hoping he would open up to me a bit more. We were close, certainly not like best friends, but I considered myself loyal enough not to snitch his problems to everybody. Plus, I wasn't lying. He could tell me anything, I will help him as best I can. Ethan runs his thumbs over the backs of my hands, a slight smile on his lips. For a second, he seemed at peace.

“My love… he whispers and I almost thought I was dreaming.

But this peace does not last

-What ?

"I..." His lips quivered.

Did he really call me 'my love'? My heart was beating wildly. He sniffles and tries to swallow back his tears, to no avail. Finally, Ethan snaps.

“I…I can't sleep anymore, I can't do it anymore! he exclaims between two cries. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face. I miss you, I want to continue to give you private lessons, even my homework if necessary. I'lldo them for you. Everything, I'll do everything for you…” he had spoken so quickly that he was out of breath. His tears had not stopped, quite the contrary. He had let go.

His sudden outbusrt make me retreat for a split second. The curly man's hands squeeze mine tightly, as if to keep me from moving further away. I don't understand, my absence has affected him so much? Why didn't he come talk to me sooner, then? And since when does he feel that way about me? His words were excessive and I thought he was going a little too fast. He was so desperate that he saw my face all the time? That he was willing to do 'everything' for me? I thought that my crush was not reciprocated, worse, than he considered me as a simple classmate. If I expected that! But where does this outburst come from?

“Breathe Ethan, breathe.”

Like a child, Ethan nods. He tried to calm his breathing while I tried to slow my heartbeat. I knew Ethan hadn't had a lot of conquests in his life, but I never would have imagined him to be so dependent.

"I'm sorry, really sorry...

-Why are you apologizing?

-I left you alone, I swear I haven't forgotten you. I've been thinking about you all the while i was doing it...

So he was really apologizing for that. But why is he making a fuss about it? I had already imagined this scenario and honestly, I expected an apology, a justification and that was it. Why was he so affected? That guilty? His words got mixed up and in the end, I lost track.

- It's okay Ethan, it's not that important. Is that what stresses you out so much?

- What can I do to make you forgive me?

-Ethan, I already told you, I forgive you, it doesn't matter.

-No, he shakes his head, tell me.

Feeling that if I didn't take matters into my own hands the situation was never going to end, I decided to ask for a simple favor.

-Where were you that day? I ask, alluding to the day he stood me up.

-That's stupid." Despite his words, I give a nod encouraging him to continue. Promise me not to be afraid.

-Why would I be afraid of you Ethan? I ask, laughing softly. He's an angel, how can you be afraid of him?

-Promise me."

His fingers gripped my wrist tightly. It almost hurt me. For a moment, the thought that indeed Ethan could scare me crossed my mind. However, I thought of it too late.

-I was supposed to be only ten minutes late, and I apologize for that, but you had to be outside your room for me to get in it.

-What ? I ask laughing, not understanding where he was coming from.

-When I got in your room, there was a perfume that was not yours. But I had already felt it somewhere, on someone. And… I-I'm sorry that pissed me off and… I-I thought you were cheating on me and I was scared and… I cried but I kept smelling the perfume of that-

-Ethan, stop here, I don't understand anything. What are you talking about? I was no longer laughing, the strange details he gave me seemed too precise.

His tears flow, without warning, he takes me in his arms and presses me to his chest. He hugged me tightly, I almost couldn't breathe. His face plunges into my neck, which he was soaking with his tears. He kept saying he was sorry over and over while I tried to understand. Was he telling the truth?

-I felt so guilty for hurting them that I didn't dare come and talk to you. I was terrified that you would run away from me when you eventually find out. It was horrible. Never again. Never part from me again, I beg you. I'll die of it.

I felt his every word knock against the skin of my neck. He was whispering, as if telling me a secret. And maybe it was. I was praying that another student would come down the hall and see us but the odds were low, very low. Ethan had cornered me at the end of my class, everyone had left. The sun was already falling asleep outside the window. Panic quickly set in within me.

-Ethan you're crushing me! I wasn't even sure he heard me since buried in his chest, my voice was muffled.

-I thought you were cheating on me b-but… I’m sorry for thinking that, sorry sorry sorry sorry...

What did he do ? Who was he talking about when he said “having hurt them”? Where is the shy Ethan who softened my heart? Unconsciously, I start to shake. My arms try to tear themselves away from the grip he had on them but he was crushing me too hard; I couldn't move. His arms clung to mine along my body.

-I should never be mad at you again, ever again. Do you forgive me ?

That's when it comes back to me; the framework. Coming home the evening of the day Ethan and I ended our relationship, my frame was splintered to the ground. The shards of glass had been flying all over my room. The photo remained intact; a picture of me and my roommate, but the frame was dead. I hadn't given more importance than that to the situation itself, my window was open and then said roommate was at home during the day. I just thought that a draft had knocked it down or that my friend was clumsy: it happens after all.

No, it was him.

-Ethan, I speak in a shaky voice, please let me go.

-No ! he yells. You promised me ! You promised me you wouldn't be afraid of me!

-E-Ethan please….

- I'm sorry, i'm sorry !

Ethan, six feet tall, collapses to his knees in front of me. He buries his face in my stomach, his arms wrapping around my waist. He speaks in my skin, muttering countless excuses and promises. Immediately seizing the opportunity, I grab him by the shoulders and push him with all my might to the ground. Surprised, he let me go. His back hits the floor, he lets out a plaintive moan mixed with his cries. Without thinking, I turn my back to flee. But Ethan is strangely fast. He gives me a powerful kick in the shin which in turn makes me fall on my stomach.

Ethan is crying. His cheeks are drowned in tears and red. I don't find him as handsome as before when he slightly pulls up his t-shirt to pull a knife out of his pants.

"Why are you doing this to me ?" he growled, his face lowered to the ground. So far, he's let it go. But there, his energy had changed. He was a murderer.

I crawl on the ground, moving away from him, my eyes filled with terror. I'm gonna die. I'm going to die here, alone, killed by the boy I loved. Ethan towered over me, taking small steps towards me.

“I'm begging you…” I cried.

I was desperate, there were no more solutions. I thought, as I disappeared, maybe Chad would figure out who my killer was, since he was the last one to see me other than Ethan.

"You told me you wouldn't be scared..." he pouted as he crouched down on top of me. Afterwards, his actions keep surprising me as he sits on my pelvis. He had fun bringing his knife to my neck and caressing me with it. The coldness of the metal makes my hair stand on and shivers appear all over my body.

"Ethan, please take that away from me... yelling at him wouldn't get me anywhere, so I was begging.

- No, don't be afraid. You know very well that I would never hurt you.”

His promises, I wanted no more. I wanted him to leave me alone, forever. My hands were free, yet I no longer controlled them. They were completely flat on the ground. I couldn't lift a single finger.

“Do you want me to prove my devotion to you? the curly boy points the knife at him.

The sharp tip of the weapon is now to his throat. Ethan looks at me and smiles. His free hand lay comfortably flat on my chest, holding me firmly to the floor. The vision unfolding in front of me was horrific. I was praying that he wouldn't be able to take his own life in front of me, on top of me! I didn't want to see it though, my eyes refused to look away. I was terrified that he would plunge his knife in me without warning.

- You love me too, right? he asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Tell me that you love me. You love me so much, my love. You love me so much you're ready to die for it.

-Ethan listen…

-Answer." he orders.

The roles had switched. He had given me a position of superiority, adoring me, throwing himself at my feet for even a pardon, but he was sick of it. And now not even my pleas will reach him.

“Imagine how romantic that would be, huh? May the students meet us tomorrow morning, both dead and entwined. It would be wonderful.” His smile was that of a sick man. What more do you need, my death? You want me to stick this pretty little knife in my heart for you? That I tear it down and give it to you as an offering? Come on, tell me you love me. I know you do.”

Finally, I manage to close my eyes. His description had managed to repel me enough to allow my brain to kick in the survival instinct. Ethan laughs mischievously. I feel him move, all his weight crushing my body. His lips settle on my neck for a second.

“You want me to kill myself, huh? I'll kill myself because of you. All because you don't love me. How can you be so selfish? he kisses my cheek. Tell me you love me, my love. I need it. His thumb passes over my eyelid gently, making me open my eyes.

I knew I was stuck. He was one step ahead of me, physically and mentally speaking. He had me stuck. My eyes were red and swollen.

-I… I love you… I whisper, choked cries leaving my mouth at the same time.

-Where is my first name, pretty ?

And to think that I was dreaming of saying those words to him a few minutes earlier.

-I… I love you Ethan… The curly man's face lights up, a gaping smile erasing his crazed expression.

- There, it wasn't so complicated now, was it?"

That was my first story in english. please do not hesitate to gives me advices whatsoever, like if you think that the plot was too quick, ethan too out of character, not enough details, everything ! I hope you liked reading it anyways.

more ethan requests you say??? dont mind if i do🙏

maybe studying w ethan for school but he keeps getting distracted by readers lip gloss and her lowcut shirt and eventually r notices and is like " :( poor bby" and a make out session(and hj???) ensues

ur the best ily MWAH

hi ily thank you for the request 🫶 making out but no nsfw!

"Okay, so..." You start working through a problem, Ethan picking up his pen to follow along. Both of your pens work down sheets of paper, but your conversation has wandered away from math and onto other things. Ethan has just made you laugh when he makes the mistake of looking to his left at you - and his focus on the work in front of him completely breaks.

You look as gorgeous as you ever do and your lips, pulled up in a smile as you look at Ethan, are coated with shiny color. His eyes linger on you even as you turn back towards your notebook and Ethan has to force his eyes back, too.

But that shirt you're wearing is making it very, very difficult.

Ethan shakes his head to clear it, willing himself to bring himself back into the conversation you're currently having with yourself. He smiles when you start to tease him for his forgetfulness; most recently, how he showed up half an hour late to a hangout because he forgot which train to take.

"Okay, it was one time!" Ethan insists with a scoff (though he bites back a smile).

"And how many times have you gotten lost this year?"

Ethan groans.

"Okay, this month?"

Ethan gives you a look while he watches you laugh. He can't even pretend to be annoyed when you look like that. "You're cruel."

"You love me."

"I do."

You smile, looking at Ethan shyly. It's not often that he's the one making you flustered, a certain pride in your chest knowing that you usually hold that power. But sometimes, Ethan's honesty gets you worked up in the worst way - mostly because Ethan isn't even aware he's doing it.

You hit his shoulder lightly. "Focus." And you're back to your notebook, but Ethan's pen doesn't move.

"Hey, you were getting me off-topic," he protests, trying to pay attention to the paper in front of him.

"It's not my fault you can't multi-task," you call.

Ethan grumbles. "I can totally multi-task."

He really can't.

It's quiet for a while, but it's comfortable. Ethan will occasionally hear you hum or mumble something under your breath as the two of you work and he lets himself look, just take a glance.

That was his biggest mistake.

Ethan watches your face scrunch in concentration, watch you bite your bottom lip.

He turns back to his notebook quickly, but it's too late. All he can think about is what your lip gloss tastes like.

A few minutes (probably a few seconds, but it feels like minutes to Ethan) pass and Ethan can't help another glance.

This time, you're resting an arm on Ethan's desk and you're pressing yourself close - to get a better view of your homework, Ethan's sure, but the angle you're in brings his attention to the low cut of your shirt.

Ethan feels blood rush through his body and he pulls his eyes away, face warm and red. He glances at your face, just to check if you've noticed his staring. You haven't, thank god, and Ethan can't help but steal one more look before turning back to his notebook.

Oh, he is so done for.

He's trying to block out distraction, trying to focus back on his work. He's blocked you out, too, in the process - Ethan doesn't realize you're talking to him until you're shaking his shoulder.

"Ethan," you groan. "Are you on 12e yet?" Your arm has wound around Ethan's, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder to take a look at his work. "Ethan! You're not even on number five yet?"

You sigh, separating from Ethan and turning back to your paper. You're on your own.

Ethan misses the contact immediately, scooting his chair over to wrap his arms around your waist. "I can still help," Ethan offers, eyes finding 12e and reading through the problem.

"No," you sigh. "I should do it on my own."

Ethan frowns, pulls you around to face him. "I can just do it for you," he grins. He'd really like for you to forget all about your homework.

You giggle. "Very sweet, but you can't take my tests for me."

Ethan sighs. "I wish I could."

There's really no way you can look away from him now.

"You're cute." You cup Ethan's face with one of your hands, the other resting on his chair, next to his leg, to support yourself as you lean forward. Ethan shifts as you lean in, swallowing thickly as you get dangerously close to your face. Your lips look even prettier up close and Ethan stares until the very last second, only shutting his eyes when he feels your shiny lips on him. The kiss is soft and quick and it leaves a little bit of sticky residue on his lips.

"Sorry," you laugh, trying to wipe off the transferred lip gloss. Ethan blinks hazily as your hand holds his chin, thumb rubbing his lip.

"'S okay," he mumbles out.

You're so close he's getting dizzy. Ethan gulps. His face brightens. You can feel his cheeks warm from under your fingers and you look at him curiously.

"What's wrong?" You ask curiously.

Ethan burns. "N-nothing." Very convincing.

You tilt your head and you look so perfect. Ethan sighs. "You're just... so pretty."

"Really?" There's a little humor in your voice. You're not wearing anything special today, just casual jeans and a shirt. You look down at your outfit to see if it's somehow changed between the time you got dressed to now but you don't see anything particularly extraordinary.

But you can tell you won't be getting any work done, not when you've somehow becomes the biggest obstacle between Ethan and homework.

"Aw," you grin, taking Ethan's face in your hands. "Would a kiss make you feel better?" You offer with a grin Ethan can't see.

Ethan smiles shyly. "Please?"

How could you refuse?

You kiss Ethan slowly, though they don't stay that way for long. Each kiss grows in intensity and his eyelashes flutter when you kiss him again, deeper than last time. You tilt his head and he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

Your lips are off his and leaving sticky kisses on Ethan's face (though, by now, more of your lip gloss is on him than it is on you). Ethan is looking at you desperately, pulling you in for another open-mouthed kiss, giving you a chance to place your tongue in his mouth.

Ethan makes another sound and the next time your lips disconnect, the both of you are breathing heavily.

You thumb at Ethan's lips again, admiring the little bit of shine left on them.

Ethan's eyes flutter shut again, lips parting slightly, but your fingers on his lips make his eyes open immediately.

"That's due tomorrow," you whisper, motioning to the abandoned work.

Ethan groans.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･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 :((

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.