#ethan landry fanfic

[slxsherr]

So Melodramatic But It Turns Me On

pairing: ethan landry x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: you make sure ethan won't die a virgin.

wc: 1294

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), loss of virginity, briefly mentioned cum eating, oral sex (f!receiving)

“Does that mean I’ll die a virgin?” Ethan asks, stunning the group with his overshare. 

The group moves on quickly after that, Mindy continues her lecture but you can’t stop thinking about what Ethan said. You don’t understand how Ethan can still be a virgin, he’s cute, a bit awkward but in a funny way, and smart, girls should be throwing themselves at him. Ethan thinks the same, but that’s something he’d only ever admit to the thousands of other men with the same opinion on the forums he visits online. 

You know if you talk about it to your friends they’ll tell you it’s a bad idea. Even before the Ghostface attacks, Mindy didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go after Ethan, but now that he’s at the top of her suspect list, you doubt she’s changed her mind. After Anika and Quinn’s murder, you expect they’ll suspect you too since you weren’t with them, and for a moment they do, but quickly change their minds when they remember you genuinely believed all cats were girls and all dogs were boys. 

It’s not fair that they ruled you out for being dumb, despite not having an alibi, but still suspect Ethan even though he was at econ. It’s your sympathetic nature that invites him to your apartment for the night, even though Mindy told you not to be alone with him. But your roommate will come home from work before midnight, so you don’t worry about it too much. 

“Are you really a virgin, E?” You ask, watching him look over your worksheet, having insisted on helping you with your math assignments. 

“Yeah,” he answers nervously, ears turning red and face flushing from embarrassment. 

“But you’re so cute!” You say, moving closer to him on your bed, your papers falling off from the movement.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks, staring at you wide-eyed.

“Totally,” you answer, reaching out to play with a curl just behind his ear, arm resting on his shoulder. “You know, I can be your first, if you want.”

“Really?” Ethan asks, already getting hard from your offer. 

“Mhm,” you answer with a hum, throwing the assignments in his lap to the side.

You straddle his thighs, sitting in his lap and leaning forward to kiss him. His lips are chapped, but you don’t mind. He whines when you nip at his bottom lip, moaning when he feels your tongue slip into his mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, hands gently holding his face as the kiss deepens.

His hands squeeze your hips, attempting to slow your movements as you grind in his lap. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his own hips moving up to meet yours in search of more friction. When you pull away, he whines, but is quickly silenced when you pull off your tight crop top. He stares at your bare chest in awe, letting you pull off his shirt as his mind catches up to what’s happening. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks before you can take off his jeans, his thumbs nervously rubbing over the fat of your hips.

“Sure,” you answer, your wide eyes showing you weren’t expecting the request. 

Ethan’s hands travel from your hips up your sides, his warm touch leaving goosebumps in his path. Gently, he cups your breasts, fondling the soft mounds and eliciting quiet sounds from you. His thumbs ghost over your nipples, and they pebble from his barely there touch. The whole time, your hips haven’t stopped moving, now moving faster in his lap. Spurred on by your sounds and growing neediness, one of his hands dipping past the waistband of your short shorts and underwear. 

“Is this okay?” Ethan asks, fingers moving through your slick folds.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly, hips stuttering when he brushes over your clit.

It’s maddening, the way he touches you, amateur but just skilled enough to rile you up. His hand and your panties are soaked, your hole achingly empty, you decide he can skip the rest of the foreplay. It’s supposed to be about him, anyway, you tell yourself, pulling away from him to take your shorts off, and he quickly copies your actions. His dick is pretty, trimmed curls neatly trailing from his lower stomach to the base, thick, long, and you hope you get the chance to taste him, maybe in the morning. 

“Fuck,” he groans, feeling your tight walls envelop him as you lower yourself on his cock. 

“E, look at me, baby,” you say, a hand in his hair and the other holding his face, encouraging him to open his eyes. 

He whimpers when you start moving, shallowly bouncing in his lap, glossy eyes watching you take him. Your stomach twists in pleasure, his tip kissing that spongey spot deep inside you every time your ass meets his thighs, clenching around him when you hear him whine after your grip on his curls tightens. Ethan feels like he’s going to melt into the bed, watching a creamy ring form at the base of his dick as you ride him. You look so hot, tits bouncing as you move, and you feel so good, he’s embarrassed when he tells you he’s going to cum. 

“Shh, it’s okay, go ahead and cum,” you reassure him, not stopping your movements as he begins to babble incoherently to announce his release.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as he finishes inside you. The air is warm, only the sounds of your heavy breathing can be heard as he recovers from his orgasm. As his mind clears up, Ethan begins to panic, realizing you didn’t get to cum. 

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t–” he begins to say, but you interrupt him. 

“It’s okay, this was about you,” you tell him, but he won’t have it. 

“Just please, let me?” He asks, moving you to lay you on your back, moving down the bed in between your thighs.

“Okay,” you say, letting him spread your legs to slot himself between them. 

He licks a broad stripe through your folds, and if he wasn’t eating you so messily you’d maybe be a little grossed out by him essentially eating his cum out of you. Despite his lack of experience, he’s enthusiastic, and your hand quickly flies to grip his mop of brown curls as you begin to buck your hips against his face. You’d feel bad for how tightly you hold his hair, but the noises he lets out against your pussy tells you he actually enjoys it.

“Ethan!” You squeal his name, feeling his tongue explore your hole, and your thighs nearly closing around his head.

Your legs are shaking on either side of his head, and he thinks you’re getting close. He holds your hips down, keeping you from grinding against his face, allowing him to roughly circle your clit with his thumb. Your hips jerk against his hold, seeking pleasure as the knot in your stomach begins to unwind. So lost in your building orgasm, you don’t realize you’re practically suffocating Ethan between your thighs, not that he minds. He would gladly accept death if it meant he’d die with your thighs wrapped around his head, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure. 

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You ask once you come down from your high, moving away from him to out from between your legs.

“I’m fine! Would it be okay if we did that again?” He asks, and with a quick look at his lap you realize he’d gotten hard again while eating you out. 

“Of course,” you answer, a smile stretching across your lips as you push him onto his back.

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[coryosbaby]

Loss of Innocence . Ethan Landry x fem! Reader

18+, MDNI !!

Small hands against familiar brown curls. A hand snaking across your waist. The smell of boy’s cologne and soap. It’s all permeating your senses as you press against your best friend and kiss him. He’s warm and so much bigger than you, lanky and gorgeous. Ethan.

You can’t even remember how you both had gotten here. It was a regular night— a Saturday, movies and popcorn, a comfortable silence and the occasional joke in between.

And then the next, your hands are travelling over Ethan’s fit back, your crotch grinding desperately against his as he presses his lips to yours. His tongue grazes your lips, teasing but not quite wanting to go inside the warm canal of your mouth. His shirt had been thrown somewhere across the room, and for that you’re thankful. The gym has done your friend some good.

“Ethan,” you breathe, as his hands hover over the clip of your bra. “Wait.”

He obeys your commands, looking up at you with furrowed brows.

“Is something wrong?”

Shaking your head, you pull away with a small smile.

“Just wanna move this to my room, that’s all.”

He nods, lower lip coming in between his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

It’s simple like that, at first. Gentle. But the moment that the both of your clothes are off, the tension in the room grows thick. Ethan’s on top of you now, bare cock rubbing up and down your folds with impressive patience. Your hands are smoothing over his muscled shoulders, hips grinding against his girthy length.

“‘M so wet,” you mutter, whiny and breathless. “So wet for you, E.”

“I know,” he replies. “I know, baby.”

His large hand grabs your much smaller one, making you wrap your fingers around his shaft.

“Put it inside,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek with unbridled sweetness. “Put my dick inside you like a good girl.”

You mewl, feeling the slippery skin of his cock— the first one that you’ve ever touched, heavy and sticky— and you rub it up against your slit. He hums, looking down with furrowed brows as you press his thick cockhead into your entrance. Your mouth drops open at his size, a burn accommodating from the stretch. But you don’t mind it. It makes you hungry— cock hungry, a completely brain dead slut.

He’s halfway in now, and your tiny hole is bigger now. Adjusting to him, inviting him deep inside, snugly burying him in your most special place. He looks down at you with a primal stare. His mouth drops open still, showing the signs of his utmost pleasure.

Your wide doe eyes lock with his, and slick drips down your thighs.

Gaze flitting down. Full, pressing to the hilt.

“You’re so tight,” ethan breathes, cock kicking as he gives you time to adjust. “Takin’ me so well. Like a good slut.”

It’s not a word you ever thought you’d like to hear out of your angel’s lips. But a heavy, high pitched moan reverberates throughout the room.

“‘M your slut,” you whine to him, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Fuck me, Eth. Please fuck me.”

He lets out a groan, leaning back on his haunches so he can grab ahold of your hips and pull your spread thighs over his.

“Yeah?” He gives a teasing thrust, then another. Slow, gentle. Then a harsher one that makes you keen and lift your back off the mattress. “Like that, baby? Want me to pop your little cherry like that?”

You nod eagerly, though you know he’s probably already done it. The little remnants of blood on his cock can vouch for that.

He grits his teeth, pulls out. Takes hold of your waist, fingers splaying over your hipbones, and thrusts you down onto his cock. Tears well in your eyes, and with an arrogant smirk he does it again. Fucking you onto his cock — not fucking himself into you, like you would’ve originally thought. Instead, he’s using you like a fleshlight.

“Oh!” You cry out, fingers digging into your sheets. He hits a spongey spot inside you, making you clench desperately around him.

“Awww,” Ethan coos, biceps flexing. “Is that it, pretty girl? Your little princess spot?”

“Yes,” you whine out, hands moving down to his thighs. Squeezing the muscled skin there, your eyes roll back as he repeatedly slams against it. “Yes yes yes..”

Sweat drips down his brow, tongue running over his lips. His abs tense as he pounds your dripping pussy.

“Wanted you like this for so fuckin’ long,” he says. “Always teasing me, lettin’ me see those little panties that you wear under your skirt. God, you needed this, didn’t you? Needed my big cock in your needy little pussy?”

As his fingers drop to your clit, you try to nod but you deem it impossible. He rubs circles into your swollen bud, exactly how you like it.

“You’re gonna cum,” he demands. “You’re gonna cum all over my fucking cock.”

Tears finally drip down your cheeks, a sob racking through you as you do exactly as he says. White hot heat creeps up your body, toes curling as he helps you ride out your high. Fucking you still, he leans down and captures one of your nipples in between his teeth. Drool seeps out of your mouth, cunt puffy and still swollen from arousal. His tongue runs over the peak of your areola, leaving it spit slick and pebbled.

“Such perfect fuckin’ tits,” he mutters, merely to himself.

Mouth open, drool still pooling, you let Ethan grab you by the throat and drip his own saliva onto your tongue. He does it slow, watching the way it hits the warm muscle. Slapping your cheek, he demands, “swallow.”

Your throat bobs as you taste him, gulping him down and opening your mouth back up so he can see.

Watching with glazed eyes, his hips stutter and he groans.

“Fuck, princess. I’m gonna cum.”

“Mmm,” you whimper out, brows furrowed in pleasure. “Cum inside me. Please, please, I need you to fill me up.”

With one last thrust, his cock shoots a nice, warm load into your gaping pussy.

He watches, transfixed, as it drips out of your hole and around his cock. Clenching, you milk him for everything he has until his grunts are bordering on choked sobs. When he pulls out, watching his load pool in a small puddle underneath you, his cock twitches. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he turns you over onto your stomach and lifts your ass up against him. Your brows furrow, and you look back behind you.

“Eth?”

“Shut up,” he growls, tip probing at you once again. “‘M not done with you yet.”

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi

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[august126]

✭・.First Times ✭・.

Virgin ethan landry x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

White hot jealousy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you refused to take it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make me feel good.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, yes.

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

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

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

Jesus christ.

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

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

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

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

you never been more sure about anything. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two falling into a comfortable silence beside one another.

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[satuguro]

ೃ PUT ON A SHOW !

porn star! ethan landry x roommate! reader

#SYNOPSIS— ethan really needs to stop thinking about you during his private sessions.

#CONTAINS— anal play, toys, voyeurism, sub! ethan, mommy kink, degradation/praise, dacryphilia, reader is mean, this is filthy i mean it, brief mention of porn star! chad

#AUTHORSNOTE— sorry not sorry x2, might make a part 2 with pornstar chad bc i want to lol

there were a few pros to having a roommate who was as hard working as you.

one, you were barely home. a worrying fact that honestly ethan really shouldn't be so bothered about. most roommates would probably prefer it that their roomie wasn't home, but the thing is, ethan liked you. maybe a little too much; your presence was comforting, you were interesting to talk to, and you were such a good listener that ethan could ramble for hours and not feel bad at all.

two, you had little time to relax, so when you did, you did it with him. laying on the couch and watching a new t.v show with him, making dinner when you came home before ethan did and laughing over the dinner table, playing animal crossing on your switch while he did the homework he procrastinated. ethan liked it when you could just relax, and he liked it even more that you preferred to do it with him, your dear puppy-eyed roommate who was always a little too eager to do things for you.

you were always so stressed, working a job you hated and practically giving your all to school and your profession that you barely had time for yourself. you always came home so exhausted, sometimes even pissed off, that ethan wanted to make it easy for you. he wanted to help you relax. (and sometimes, on the days you came home particularly angry, he imagined you taking that anger out on him instead.)

three, because you weren't home and because you were always so busy, ethan had a chance to keep his side job a little more.. under wraps.

originally, it had started out of curiosity. simple twitter porn videos of him jerking off in front of a camera, whining and moaning as he thrusted his cock into his hand for the internet to see. and only when ethan realized that people liked him and that he was only a little (a lot) turned on by random strangers calling him pretty boy and little slut did he start an onlyfans.

truthfully, even though ethan liked being called all those degrading words, he imagined every single one of them as you behind the screen. typing behind all the accounts, calling him degrading words and praising him for being your little slut and your pretty boy.

but you had already written him off as the innocent roommate. the boy next door type who looked at you with shining hazel eyes and was sometimes just a little too smart with his mouth. and ethan, too afraid of saying his occupation to you, too afraid of possibly making you uncomfortable in any way, kept it a secret.

after the nights where ethan recorded before you came home, fucking himself with a fleshlight and bouncing on a dildo, he could barely even look at you during breakfast. face burning red and hand far too stiff as ethan ate his cereal diligently, listening to you talk about your day plans, completely oblivious to the fact that ethan had used his toys, imagining it was your pussy he was pounding into and your strap on he was taking so well.

which was why he only mildly jumped when you knocked on his door right as he was posting one of his videos.

"ow," ethan hissed, knee colliding with the underside of his desk before he hurried changed the page to another. "come in!"

you peeked in, smile as charming as ever as you looked at your flustered roommate. "hey, they called me in for a little today so i'll probably be home pretty late," you said, opening the door a little wider. you leaned against the door frame, tilting your head a little as you crossed your arms over your chest. "whatcha working on?" you asked curiously, peering at ethan's tomato-red cheeks with an amused grin.

"oh!" ethan laughed nervously, unable to stop himself from subtly looking at the outfit you wore, "i'm working on.." he turned to his computer, eyes widening slightly as he stared at the youtube video he was watching earlier of how to play chess. "chess..?"

"huh." you clicked your tongue, peering into the screen. "okay. i gotta go— logan's gonna kill me if i show up late."

you failed to notice the way ethan's jaw clenched at the mention of your co-worker, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "don't stay up for me, 'kay?" you said with one final smile, one he quickly returned.

"okay! drive safe, please," ethan said earnestly, making you nod as you shut the door.

"y'know i always do!"

ethan waited until he heard you leave before he returned back to his page. he had planned later on in the week to make a video with chad, but today he had to make a video.

"fuckin' asshole," you grumbled to yourself as you fumbled with your keys. the fact that they called you in just to say that they didn't need you that night only pissed you off a little bit. they didn't think to just text you instead of telling you to your face?

you turned your keys into the lock before slowly opening the door. it was relatively late now; you had left late and returned late. but you didn't want to disturb ethan.

door creaking softly as you shut it and locked it behind you, you didn't want to make your presence known to him as you kicked your shoes off gently. knowing ethan, he was probably fast asleep, playing video games, or talking to chad.

your sock-clad feet shuffled gently across the hard wood floor, a slow sigh leaving your lips until you heard a muffled sound from ethan's room.

you stopped in your tracks, head turning towards his door. was he still awake? a fond smile graced your face as you slowly walked closer, until stopping again when you heard another sound. a moan.

did he have someone over? you couldn't deny the slight hurt and jealousy that panged at your chest at that, your jaw clenching as you tried to push down your emotions.

good for him.

and you almost walked away then to leave ethan to his own devices, if you didn't hear that he whimpered out.

"fuck, this dildo's so big."

what the fuck did he just say?

you blinked, jaw almost dropping at the words coming out of your dear roomie's (not so) innocent mouth, the idea that ethan fucking landry, who sometimes forgot to clean up after himself because he got distracted by some other activity, was moaning like a pornstar.

swallowing thickly, you took a step closer.

and he forgot to shut his door. typical.

but your curiosity and desire was burning far too high for you to just walk away. for you to just turn away from your annoyingly handsome roommate who was letting out such salicious moans that you felt desire pooling at your stomach as you stepped closer and closer.

and when you pushed open ethan's door ever so slowly, you were so happy you gave into your temptations.

ethan looked delicious, ass hitting his headboard repeatedly as he fucked himself dumb on a dildo he had suction cupped to the wood. his eyes were shut tightly, imagining that it was you forcing his hips back to hit yours, making him sink further and further down onto your strap, making him whine as you stretched his ass just for you.

"mm, mm, mm, mm," ethan whimpered repeatedly with every push back of his hips, taking the dildo deeper into his ass with every push. hands gripping his comforter, ethan let out a filthy moan as he sank down fully on the cock, moan moving into a whine as he shifted a little on the dildo. "feels so.."

and when ethan finally opened his eyes, he saw you. shamelessly staring as you watched him fuck himself silly, jaw clenched and pupils dilated as you realized your roommate wasn't as innocent as you thought he was.

"don't stop," you said before ethan could say anything, voice coming out strained as you watched him look at you with wide, mildly horrified eyes.

"w—what?" ethan stared at you like a deer in headlights, hands gripping his comforter as he tried to process your words.

"did i stutter?" you said with a small tilt of your head, finding your voice as you stepped closer. "i said," you sat down right in front of him, eyes snapping to his phone, recording diligently, "don't. stop."

a wicked grin meets your lips as you stare down at him with hungry eyes, finally connecting the dots. “so this is what you do when i’m not home, huh?” grabbing his head of curls, you relish in the whine he lets out as you force him to look at you. “whoring yourself out for the entire internet to see. so don’t stop just because i’m watching.”

ethan bit down on his bottom lip, face red as he looked at you with doe eyes. “y/n,” he whined, eyes glassy and pupils dilated as he started at you. “you’re so mean,” he whimpered, cock twitching as you tilted your head in faux confusion, clicking your tongue.

“don’t you want me to be mean?” your tone changes a bit, melting into sincerity and genuine worry as you look down at ethan, making sure that it’s truly what he wants, that he’s wanted this as much as you have.

and when he nods, face flushing red, your eyes turn cold again.

“good boy.” and with that, you lean down to kiss him, making a delicious moan rip out of his throat as finally, your lips are on his. it’s a mess of tongue and desperation, your lips moving needily over hisas you bend him at an unnatural position. ethan was so compliant, becoming an easy puddle in your hands as he whined into your mouth as his hard cock rubbed against his comforter.

you pull away from him, hungry eyes staring at his pretty red parted lips and his flushed cheeks. “y/n— mommy—“ ethan babbles, already a mess as he stares at you with dilated pupils, eyes glassy with desperate tears.

"crying already?" you couldn't help but tease, caressing his face with one of your hands. ethan leaned into your soft touch, his heart pounding loud in his chest. but that moment of softness lasted briefly; with a sadistic smile on your face, you used your free hand to shove ethan by his shoulder, forcing him fully onto the plastic cock.

his mouth dropped open in a beautiful 'o' as he felt the 10 inch dildo fill him up again, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep himself up. poor baby was so needy, the fact that you fell so easily into the dominant role making him so hard that it hurt.

“if i knew you were such a slut, ethan,” you said, pulling him off of the dildo completely, leaving him empty and gaping, “i would’ve fucked you ages ago.”

ethan whimpered at that, unable to form any coherent sentence as you practically manhandled him to turn around, making it so that he was on his hands and knees with his ass towards you. pulling the dildo off of your headboard with a small pop, you hummed, forcing ethan’s ass back further.

he was so sinful, so compliant to your movements as you practically manhandled him into the position you wanted him in. “mommy, mommy please,” ethan babbled, anticipation making his body tingle as he wiggled his ass, trying to tempt you, “i’m so empty—“ he was cut off with a yelp as you slapped his ass hard, the pain making him whine for more.

all those days of him going off to the gym surely paid off. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of ethan’s ass as you slapped his other asscheek, making him whimper. “that’s for not telling me,” you growled, before slapping his other cheek, reveling in the whorish moan he let out. “that’s for slutting yourself out to anyone but me.” another slap, and another delicious moan.

spreading ethan open with one hand, revealing his gaping pink hole for you, you slapped his hole, hearing ethan sob at the stimulation. “and that’s because you fucking belong to me, got it?”

“yes— yes, mommy,” ethan cried out, tears already streaming down his pretty face as he struggled to keep himself together. he was so horny, so needy, so deep in his head space and you were only helping him. “y/n, i need you, please, i’m sorry, momma, i need you,” he whined out, his words slurring together as he sniffled.

you clicked your tongue, feigning boredom as you rubbed ethan’s rim teasingly, making him push his ass back further towards you. your other hand came to push his lower down, forcing him to arch his muscular back in such a lewd way. but ethan was basically putty in your hands, willing and compliant, and he arched his back so prettily for you.

“what do you need me to do, e?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you sank two fingers into him. ethan took it so easily, his breathing coming out in a low moan as he felt himself filled up.

and maybe it was because he was a bit of a size queen, but ethan wanted more.

“need you t’fuck me, mommy,” ethan said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. his pretty face was tear streaked, and his doe eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. “i’ve been so good, please,” he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. ethan’s mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt, how your fingers felt inside of him.

he had wanted you for so long. and now he had you.

you pulled your fingers out of his pretty pink hole, spitting over it, making ethan whimper. but before he could even keep thinking about you, you grabbed his thick dildo and slapped its fat head teasingly against his hole, making wet plap plap sounds. “so loose, baby,” you murmured in wonder, sliding the expanse of the cock against his hole. and just like the slut he was, ethan reached two hands behind him and spread his ass apart, cheeks burning red and cock hard from the exposure.

a wicked grin crawled onto your face as ethan whined pathetically, his babbles of “please” and “mommy i’m sorry” fueling your sadistic desire to make him beg.

too bad you were impatient.

you slid the dildo completely inside of him, making ethan’s eyes roll back as he was filled up completely again. “oh fuck—“ ethan cried out as you began moving the dildo in and out of him at a brutal pace, making him moan out in pleasure, his hands still spreading his ass apart for you.

“you’re such a dirty slut,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s arched back and making him keen. “i bet you’re always so desperate for pleasure, huh? always want to have a pussy to fuck or a dick to suck,” you teased, making ethan grip the comforter hard as he cried out.

“i’m— i’m a dirty slut,” ethan sobbed, his cock grinding against the sheets as you fucked him at such a brutal pace. he felt drool slipping from his mouth, his mouth making such salacious noises that he had no control over. you had practically broken him at this point, his mind solely focused on you and how full he felt as the thick dildo pumped in and out of his ass.

“yeah you are. you just love being a whore for everyone, huh?” you laughed cruelly, watching as ethan pushed his hips back to meet your movements.

“ah, ah, ah, ah!” ethan moaned repeatedly, tongue lolling out and back arching even more as he felt you hit his prostate over and over. he could’ve cum right then and there, but ethan took pride in being a good boy for you. “mommy— mommy, can i cum?” he asked frantically, feeling the dildo pump in and out of him faster. precum stained his sheets as ethan’s thick cock bobbed with every push into him.

“i don’t know if needy sluts deserve to cum,” you tsked, a smirk growing on your face when you heard ethan practically sob at your denial.

he buried his face into his pillows as you dragged the dildo out until only its fat tip was inside, until you shoved it all into him at once. the moan ethan let out echoed in the room, his tears staining his pillows as he begged for you. “please, please, please,” ethan whimpered out like a mantra, looking back at you with teary hazel eyes. “mommy, please—!”

“cum for mommy, ethan,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s back once again.

“oh fuck— oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” ethan whined out, his voice becoming breathy and high pitched as he came over his sheets, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head at the power of his orgasm. you pumped the thick dildo in and out of him through his orgasm, murmuring praise as ethan’s body finally went limp.

you peppered kisses all along ethan’s back, ready to pull the dildo out of ethan before he stopped you, his hand grabbing your free hand. “keep it in,” he murmured, pupils blown wide as he looked at you with a red tear stained face.

“i wanna keep it inside while you ride my face.”

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[prettybabybaby]

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content: stepcest, stepbrother!ethan landry, fem!reader

¡ scream masterlist !

a guttural moan bubbles from ethan’s throat as his head tilts back. his rough hands grip your hair, creating makeshift pigtails as he slams your face into his pelvis, leaking cock repeatedly finding a home in your throat. your eyes dribble tears as your mouth dribbles bubbly drool, the sticky stands coating his cock and dripping onto the floor as he tugs you closer, pubic hair tickling your nose as you try to breathe through it.

you shift on your knees, the wood flooring surely causing bruising and imprints. your nails find his thighs, pushing into the muscle as his hips thrust to meet your face, the pacing brutal now with two moving pieces. you gag, trying to relax your constricting throat like your stepbrother had taught you.

ethan releases your hair and you're quick to pull back, attempting to slow your rough and ragged breathing. your throat burns and you reach to touch it, your hot flesh meets your hand as you wrap your hands around it. you look up at your stepbrother, searching for approval and signs that he was being satisfied by you.

he leans over, light pants fanning your face as he begins to smile, "y'okay?" you shakily nod, closing your mouth to breathe through your nose. his thumb finds your lips, hovering over the expanse before swiping at the corner, collecting the spit that laid there. his finger glide over your mouth again, smearing the cooling substance over your burning lips.

ethan's face approaches yours, nose nudging your runny one before he places a slow kiss to you sticky lips. "ready?"

you revel in the closeness, holding off on giving him an answer in hopes of having his face this close to yours for another second. he gives you a peck, "hm?"

you nod, licking the perimeter of your mouth as he pulls away, searching for any remnants of the taste of his lips. your stepbrother guides his aching cock towards your tongue, sighing contently as you took him in your mouth, suckling gently at his head.

you can sense his impatience, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. his hands caress your cheek as he stares down at you, holding eye contact as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair.

“such a good sis,” he pants, nestling himself deep in your throat as he finds his pace again. “i’ll ask her out soon, i promise, okay? until then, you’ll still help me, won’t you?”

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[wekiamo]

still love you

first request!! hope you guys enjoy it (ik the title is so cliche im sorryy 😭)

part 2 here

warnings: spoilers for Scream VI, swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of getting stabbed and murdered, and i think thats all!

no, this can’t be happening. ethan landry? your fucking boyfriend? no, this had to be some sort of joke.

at least, that’s what you thought. but you knew well it wasn’t true, and you were just trying to convince yourself none of this was real. well, it didn’t work. you were still there, standing in front of all these killers you’ve been running away from.

you were still trying to process everything that was happening, when quinn steps forward your direction with her knife in her hand, and your brain just stops working correctly. you could be killed right there and right now. you certainly didn’t want to die, you still had so much to live - you wanted to travel the world, learn new languages, meet new people and even have an own family. and you wanted to experience it all with ethan. the guy you just found out to be a psycho killer, who was just trying to kill you this entire time. all of your moments together were fake? you felt the need to cry even harder than you were already. ethan, the guy who you loved the most in this world and you thought loved you back, did not want you or your love

he wanted your blood. he wanted to see you dead.

“oh poor [name], you’re not even what we want. there’s no need to be so scared of us this soon.” quinn said as she turned to sam and tara “it’s you two bitches we want”

“why? why are you all doing this? did we ever do something to you-” tara was cut off by quinn’s voice “yes you little whores you KILLED OUR BROTHER” she said, yelling at the two sisters.

“we don’t know who you guys are talking about, seriously!” tara said with a desperate voice and look in her eyes, while sam looked like she was processing their words slowly.

“is… richie… your brother?” sam asked, between pauses.

“yes, and it was you, sam. you were the one to kill him you fucking slut” quinn said kind of quiet, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“now, we all know both of you girls love [name] like she’s your sister too. wouldn’t it be such a despairing thing to watch her be stabbed and killed right in front of you?” bailey asked, making ethan smirk “i don’t think we should do it right in front of them, dad. they shouldn’t even get to see it, only listen to her screaming miserably while she’s dying” the tall boy said, gaining everyone’s looks at him.

“nice one, ethan. wanna do the honours?” bailey asked the boy, who was smirking once again.”

“you better not fucking TOUCH her, you asshole” sam yelled. “you don’t get to yell at us, bitch” quinn, that was next to her and tara, threatened sam with the knife in front of her throat

“come over here” bailey ordered, and you not obeying him. “no, no i’m not going to.” you said crying, trying not to fall on your knees from the mental weakness you were experiencing.

“NOW.” ethan yelled in a rough tone. you stepped forward slowly scared for your life as you could perfectly listen to tara’s whines. “stupid slow whore” quinn said behind you as she pushed you hardly, making you stand in front of bailey and ethan.

were these your last moments?

you finally managed to say something: “ethan, i- how could you do this to me?”

“yeah, and how could you be so dumb?“ ethan laughed as bailey and quinn did too, you looking at each of them, with fear and disbelief in your face.

“well now i guess it’s time to say goodbye to your little friends” the boy said, grabbing you roughly by your wrist and pushing you in front of him, taking both of your hands and putting them together on your back as he grabbed your shoulders, guiding you somewhere.

“tara, sam, please, i don’t wanna die.”

you were now somewhere darker. you couldn’t really see what was happening inside the place, but you knew something: these were probably your last moments.

he took his hands off your shoulders and stopped guiding you, as you stopped walking too. he was now standing right in front of you.

“i loved you deeply, ethan. do you know how much i trusted you? or how many times i argued with my friends for defending you and your unexistent fucking innocence? of how many times i cried just by feeling guilty of being suspicious of you? i loved you and trusted you with my heart, ethan.”

“listen [name], i need you to scream” the boy said gently, making your brows furrow in confusion.

“what?”

“scream like you’re getting stabbed or something.”

“wait, you’re not going to kill me..?”

“don’t ask too many questions. just do it, quick before they come and check what we’re doing.”

you smiled and hugged him tight. you knew this could be some sort of trap but you still felt relieved that there was a chance of you getting out of here, and see all of your friends alive and happy again.

“okay i’m ready. 1, 2, 3-”

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

In My Room // Ethan Landry

request: none

prompts: none

summary: you’ve been dead for a few weeks. yet somehow, you showed up at ethan’s window in the middle of the night. things almost seem too good to be true. that is until you tell ethan that he has to keep killing if he wants to see you again.

warnings: very gory, graphic depictions murder, a lot of blood, a lot of main character deaths, very off plot, mentions of suicide, suicide but not very graphic, getting stabbed in the eye, descriptions of your rotting body, allusions to smut but nothing graphic, possible psychotic break

word count: 10.2k

a/n: gn reader, does not follow plot of scream 6 at all, i thought this song fit ethan perfectly and well this happened lol, not my gif

Are you gonna let me in?

Hello?

Hello?

Ethan shot straight up from his bed, his heart pounding. For the past hour there has been an incessant tapping coming from his window. He had tried to brush it off as simply a tree branch, or maybe a bird. But then he heard a voice. No. He heard your voice. It was exactly the same as he had remembered. But that was impossible. It had to be. You were dead. Right?

He looked over to his window and almost fell backwards in a mixture of pure shock and terror. Sure enough, there you were. Sitting outside of his bedroom window, tapping on the glass. Except you looked different. Just like you had the last time he saw you. Your skin was pale, and there was a bullet hole in the side of your head, blood seeping down the side of your face.

You saw Ethan looking at you and you smiled. A sick and twisted sight. You no longer had the same calming presence about you. There was something else there. Something sinister. Your smile was wicked and your eyes were dark. Blood dripped out of your mouth, staining your teeth and leaving red streaks down your chin.

Ethan still sat on his bed, looking at you. He couldn’t comprehend the sight in front of him. You were dead. You died a few weeks ago. Ethan had seen it, you died right in front of him. By his own hand. And yet, here you were, still tapping at his window and smiling eerily. But even though you were moving, and even speaking to him, you still looked dead. And the sight of it terrified him.

“Please let me in, Ethan. You don’t want me to freeze to death, do you?” You laughed softly at your words, knowing full well you were already dead.

Ethan hesitantly nodded and stood up, walking over to his window. He pulled it open and you crawled inside. His fear began to grow the longer he was around you. You smelled of blood and rotting flesh. You looked like a zombie. That was the closest thing he could compare you to. But even a zombie wouldn’t induce this much fear in him. So you must’ve been something else entirely.

“Thanks for letting me in, baby. We have so much to talk about.” You smiled sweetly, but your eyes still held the darkness you possessed.

2:45 and the bell went off

Thank God, many people think I'm odd

But I talk with no one and I walk alone

And I avoid sunlight with a chalky tone

Ethan pulled his hood over his head tighter and walked out of the classroom. He went to all his classes like normal, but he couldn’t even bring himself to focus on anything. His mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only. You.

More specifically, everything that had happened with you last night. You had crawled in through his window, and sat yourself upon his bed, some of your blood dripping onto the sheets, staining them red. Ethan walked over, but still stayed at a distance. He had seen enough horror movies to know that the ghost of someone you killed usually wasn’t very friendly.

“Why so tense, baby?” you had asked, tilting your head questioningly.

Ethan fumbled over his words, stuttering as he tried to reply. “I- uhm, well. I- uhh,” he couldn’t even figure out what he was trying to say, let alone how to make the words leave his mouth.

You simply smiled again and waved him over. He hesitantly came closer, sitting down beside you. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss your presence, but there was something off about you. However, you didn’t seem particularly angry with him, or even upset for that matter. You just continued smiling at him, and you reached forward to place your hand on top of his. He had flinched at your touch, but he soon relaxed under it. You always had a way of comforting him, even when you looked like you were dead.

“How? How are you here?” Ethan asked, looking confused and intrigued at the same time.

You laughed softly. “Don’t you remember, baby? You killed me. Shot me. Right here.” You brought your other hand up and touched the gunshot wound on the side of your head. Your fingers were covered in your blood when you pulled them away.

Ethan felt his eyes well up with tears as he looked at you. He had never really experienced guilt before, but now the weight of it was almost crushing. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t want to kill you, believe me. I- I didn’t have a choice.”

You smiled once more, and brought your hand up to rest against his cheek, your blood staining his skin. He leaned into your touch. “I know, baby. I know you would never want to hurt me.”

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at you. Gone was the fear he had felt moments before. All he could feel was his love for you. A love that extended beyond the bounds of life and death.

“But if you want to keep seeing me, I need you to do something for me.”

Ethan looked at you and nodded eagerly. “Anything. I’ll do anything for you. Just tell me what it is, and I’ll do it.”

You smiled wickedly. “Perfect.”

I get home and don't say hi, it ain't no one there

I don't care I walk in and go right up the stairs

To my room, get in bed and just wait for dark

Because that's when the real show start (Tap, tap)

Ethan sat on his bed, still wearing his Ghostface costume and holding his knife, both of which were covered in blood. He stared at his window expectantly, waiting for you to appear again. It had only been a day since he saw you last, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

He turned away to pull his mask off, setting it down on his bed beside him. As soon as his eyes were off of his window, he heard a gentle tapping coming from the other side of the glass. There you sat, perched outside of his window, looking exactly as you did the night before. Ethan shot up from his bed and practically scrambled to get over to the window and open it.

“Hi baby.” You smiled sweetly, your eyes still looking demonic. You crawled through his window again and sat down on his bed, waiting for him to come sit beside you.

As he walked back over, you noticed the bloody mask on the bed, as well as the bloody knife in his hand. You smiled gleefully, moving closer to him when he sat down.

“So? Did you do it? Exactly like I told you?” you asked, looking at Ethan, eagerly awaiting his answer.

He shrugged, before he nodded at you. “Almost exactly. I managed to slaughter Quinn and her boy toy. Anika almost got away, but I managed to kill her as well. Pushed her off a ladder as she was crawling into another apartment. I managed to stab Mindy too.” Ethan smiled wickedly, the rush of his recent kills still flowing through his veins.

You smiled again, leaning over to kiss Ethan gently. He sighed into the kiss, melting into your touch. You pulled away and looked into his eyes, a proud look on your face.

“Good job baby. You did so well. Now, before we talk about your next victims, I think you earned a little reward, hmm?”

Ethan smiled excitedly. You crawled onto his lap, smiling down at him. Then you reached down and began to take your shirt off.

"Tap tap" on the glass go the piece of ass

So young and pretty, it's too bad she passed

But she comes to my room and we talk at night

She's demonic and bloody, but she holds me tight

“What the hell were you thinking?! You know you weren’t supposed to kill Quinn! You’re such a fucking idiot Ethan! And to think I even thought you would ever compare to Richie. You’re just a useless piece of shit! I wish you had died instead of him!” Wayne yelled at his son, anger in his eyes and hatred in his voice.

Ethan practically cowered under his fathers gaze, feeling as though he was shrinking under the harsh glare. He tried to say something, anything to defend himself. But he just couldn’t. There was nothing he could say to help calm his father down. The plan was to make it look like Quinn had died. But you had told Ethan to really kill her. So he did. Because he swore to do whatever you wanted him to. And the next thing you wanted him to do was kill his father.

Wayne scoffed at Ethan’s silence. “Oh I get it. This is about y/n, isn’t it? You’re still mad that I made you kill her, is that it? Get over yourself. She found out about our plan. She was going to ruin everything! We had no choice!”

Ethan’s fingers wrapped around the knife in his hoodie pocket, feeling himself grow angry. Ethan felt your hand on his shoulder. He turned to look, but you weren’t there. And yet, he still heard your voice.

“You know what you have to do. Just kill him, and then you can see me again. Don’t you want to see me again? We had so much fun last time. Didn’t we?”

Ethan nodded and steadied himself. He walked closer to his father, his gaze hardening. He clutched the knife handle tightly, not yet revealing the weapon.

“No she wasn’t! She swore to me that she wasn’t going to tell anyone! I loved her! I fucking loved her! And you took her away from me!”

Ethan was only a few steps away from his father now, and Wayne could practically feel the anger radiating off of his son. He tried to back up, but he was already leaning against the wall. Ethan pulled his knife out, holding it against his father’s throat.

“Whoa, careful now Ethan! What do you think you’re doing? Just put the knife down. We can talk about this. Okay?”

Ethan’s hand shook. Then he heard your voice again.

“Do it. All you have to do to see me again is kill him. Do it.”

Ethan’s gaze hardened and he felt himself grow more steady. Wayne opened his mouth to speak again, but Ethan already dragged the knife against his throat before the words could come out. He felt the blood splatter his face, the crimson liquid staining his pale skin. He watched with a smile as his father grasped his neck and fell to the ground, drawing in his final breaths.

“Good job baby,” you whispered in his ear.

He turned to see you, and you still weren’t there. But you would be.

In my bedroom, with her I'm never alone

And I kiss her cold lips until the morning come

Then she gone, I can still hear her voice loom

But she only exist in the dark of my room

Ethan walked into his bedroom and jumped in fright when he saw someone sitting on his bed. He felt himself calm when he realized it was just you. It was odd though. You had never been waiting for him on his bed before, you had always been outside his window, tapping on the glass and waiting to be let in. He pushed away his confusion, too overtaken by his excitement from seeing you.

You smiled, a sickeningly sweet one at that, and gazed upon Ethan, taking in his blood covered form. He felt chills run down his spine as you stared at him. His face was still covered in his father’s blood, and there was a blood stain coming from his pocket which held the knife. You reached out, beckoning Ethan closer. He did as you wanted, and sat beside you on his bed.

“You did such a good job baby. Killed your father, just like I asked. I’m so proud of you, my love.” The sweet look on your face did not match the darkness of your words. But somehow, the way you put them all together just made sense. And it drew Ethan in even more.

“Why do you keep asking me to kill people? Not that I mind, I’m just curious. You weren’t like this… before,” Ethan said, growing nervous as your smile faltered slightly.

“Nevermind that baby. All you need to know is that if you want to keep seeing me, you’ll do whatever I say. And that includes killing whoever I tell you to. Alright?”

Ethan nodded. You smiled once more, and brought your hands up to hold his face. You leaned in closer to him, kissing him hungrily. Ethan shivered under your touch. You were so cold, it almost felt as if he was kissing a frozen corpse. But it was you, and dead or not, he still wanted you. And clearly you still wanted him. So he decided that it didn’t matter. You were the only thing that mattered to him. And he wasn’t going to let anything or anyone take you away ever again.

Love (I can't ignore you)

In my room (Do anything for you, baby) (Tap, tap)

Love (I do adore you)

In my room, you and I (Tap, tap go the piece of ass)

Ethan laid down on his bed, out of breath and filled with ecstasy. No matter how many times he had been with you, you never failed to take his breath away. You sat beside him, looking down at him and running your cold fingers through his hair. You had pulled his shirt on, and Ethan was lying underneath the covers. He felt his eyes slowly begin to close, your touch and your presence relaxing him.

“You can’t fall asleep just yet baby. I need to give you your next target. Or you’ll never see me again.” You frowned at your words.

Ethan’s eyes opened and he sat up, eagerly awaiting your instructions. He really didn’t have anything to lose anymore, since you had already instructed him to kill his sister and father, the last two members of his family. You were all he had now. His friends didn’t trust him. Which was technically well deserved since Ethan truly was the one behind all of the recent murders. Or more accurately, you were the one behind the murders, and Ethan was nothing except your puppet.

Still, he didn’t mind doing your bidding. Killing whoever you told him to. He found it thrilling. Not only did he get a rush out of killing, but he knew that every time he did it, you would show up that night, ready to reward him for his efforts. It was getting riskier and riskier for him, but he found himself not caring about the consequences anymore. As long as he got to be with you, he could care less about what would happen to him.

You smiled at his excitement, and ran your fingers through his hair one last time, before pulling your hands away. His shoulders fell slightly, but he tried to not let his disappointment show. He didn’t want to risk doing anything to upset you, because he didn’t want you to stop showing up. So he sat there, waiting for you to speak.

“Gale is next. While Kirby is running surveillance and everyone else is distracted, get into Gale’s apartment and gut her. And her little boyfriend too. Don’t go easy on them. Make it long, and painful. I want you to make a mess. I want you to destroy them. Do that, and I’ll come back tomorrow night.”

Ethan nodded eagerly, letting your instructions imprint in his mind. He had to do it exactly as you said. The last time he got a few details wrong, you didn’t go easy on him that night. He still had some of the bruises on his skin from it. This time, he wasn’t going to disappoint you.

Love (I can't ignore you)

In my room (Do anything for you, baby) (Tap, tap)

Love (I do adore you)

In my room, you and I (Tap, tap go the piece of ass)

Ethan had done what you said, and he was currently hiding in Gale’s apartment. Her boyfriend walked by and Ethan grabbed him, placing his hand over his mouth tightly and pressing his knife deep into his stomach. The man groaned in pain, and Ethan only clamped his hand over his mouth harder. He twisted the knife and dragged it up, tearing his torso open. His organs began to spill out, along with excessive amounts of blood.

Ethan smiled. He had done exactly what you wanted. He picked up Gale’s boyfriend’s corpse and threw it into the wooden shelving structure in her living room, the corpse falling through to the other side, causing Gale to scream in terror. Ethan wiped his knife clean and jumped through the hole he had created.

Gale tried to run, but Ethan was faster, easily catching up and pushing her onto the ground. She tried to fight back, but he managed to keep her down. It was as if Gale realized she wasn’t going to get out of this. The fight in her eyes disappeared, and even though she still tried to fight, her efforts were significantly diminished.

Ethan plunged the knife into her side, not wanting to waste any time scaring her and risk her getting away. He had seen enough Stab movies to know that he had to move fast if he wanted her dead. He pulled the knife down, splitting her side open. Gale let out a guttural scream, choking on her own blood a few seconds later. Ethan pulled the knife out and moved back, stabbing her in the torso over and over again. She was a bloody mess, her flesh surrounding her in shredded chunks, and a pool of her blood forming beneath her.

He stood up and smiled at the work he had done. You were going to be so proud of him. Then he heard the door open. Ethan whipped his head around to see Sam and Tara standing there, looking terrified and heartbroken. He ran towards them, desperately wanting to get out of the apartment. He pushed through them and dashed towards the stairs, making it out of the building before either of them had time to react.

I try to smile a lot, but I'm always frontin'

But I do love a ghost and at least that's somethin'

She don't talk much, when she do it gets cold

Usually we just lay there and we hold each other

Just like the night before, you had been sitting on Ethan’s bed, waiting for him to return from his activities. He wasn’t wearing the costume this time, but he held it in his bag, the mask and the knife almost completely covered in blood. But you didn’t even need to see the proof to know he had done what you asked. You just knew. And you simply smiled.

Ethan smiled in return, dropping his backpack onto the floor. He walked towards you in silence, knowing what was going to happen now. The two of you had formed a fucked up routine. He killed someone for you, you would show up in his room and fuck him, and then you would give him instructions for the next day’s victims. Excitement built up in him as he walked closer. You were underneath his covers, and he hadn’t noticed it when he first walked in, but you weren’t wearing anything. His blanket being the only thing covering you.

You sat up, letting the blanket fall down and exposing your bare chest to Ethan. He felt his breath hitch as he looked at you, and he quickly sat down beside you. He pulled his own shirt off, and looked at you expectantly, waiting to see what you wanted to do.

“I saw what you did for me today baby. And it was fucking perfect. You were just as brutal as I had hoped you would be. It was glorious.”

Ethan felt his heart race as you praised his work. He wasn’t used to people being proud of him, and the fact that it was you made it even better. He smiled widely, and he reached a hand forward, resting it on yours.

“It was all for you, my love.”

You smiled at his words, and wrapped your fingers around his hand, pulling him closer. This was going to be fun.

We're lovers, we don't need others

One of my mother's cats jumped up on the covers

And it scared my baby, guess she don't like pets

So I twisted its fuckin' head off at the neck

You were laying on Ethan’s chest, just enjoying each other's company, when a loud bang sounded from outside. You jumped up, clearly startled by the noise, and before Ethan could even react, you had vanished from sight.

“No! Shit! Uhm, fuck. Where did you go? I- I need you to come back. You need to tell me what I’m supposed to do! How will I be able to see you again?” Ethan pleaded, but there was no response.

The noise sounded again, and Ethan got up and walked over to his window. He saw a guy down there, setting off firecrackers, as the other two guys with him watched in delight. Ethan’s jaw clenched as he stared down at them. They were the reason you had left so abruptly. And they weren’t going to get away with it.

Ethan walked over to his backpack and pulled on his Ghostface robe, sliding the mask over his head, and holding the knife in his hand. Chad wasn’t home that night, and it was close enough to Halloween that no one would pay any mind to the bloody costume. Ethan walked out of his dorm and began heading for the ground floor.

He hadn’t been able to get instructions from you for the next kills, so he didn’t know how to get you back. But if killing is what brought you back to him, maybe he would be able to bring you back this way.

Ethan approached the three guys, all wearing letterman jackets. They were all very clearly wasted, most likely drunk off their asses and high on who knows what. But it meant they wouldn’t be able to fight back very well, which was great for Ethan. He probably would never be able to take down three frat boys all on his own. But three wasted frat boys? Now that he could do.

“Yo! Sick costume my man!” one of the guys called out as Ethan walked closer.

Ethan walked over to the closest frat boy, the one who had complimented his outfit, and stabbed him over and over again in the chest and stomach, before slitting his throat. He fell to the ground, blood seeping out of him.

The next frat boy, the one who had been lighting the firecrackers, looked up at Ethan terrified. He tried to back away, but his back hit a wall. He trembled in fear as Ethan grew closer. Ethan smirked to himself as he took in the guy’s fear, and had to hold back a laugh when he realized the boy had pissed himself.

However, the third frat boy had a very different reaction. Ethan turned in confusion as the third guy burst out laughing, tears falling from his eyes.

“Yo, Scotty is that you? Sick prank my man! It looks so fucking real! You almost got me dude.”

Ethan rolled his eyes and turned back to the second guy, stabbing him over and over again wherever he could, before finally plunging his knife into the guy’s head, right through his eye. He removed the knife, and a majority of the guy’s eye came out with it. The third guy’s eyes widened as he began to realize that this wasn’t a prank, and that Ethan wasn’t whoever the hell Scotty was.

“Oh shit!” he screamed, turning to run before tripping on his own feet and face planting onto the ground.

Ethan loomed over him, and raised his knife menacingly. The guy held up his hands, but Ethan ignored them. He raised his knife, and readied himself for his next attack.

Look baby, it's bloody, it's gone, it's doomed

Please come back to the room

I'll do anything for thee, don't ignore me

This is more than a sick love story

Ethan paced back and forth in his bedroom, waiting for you to show up. You hadn’t been waiting for him on his bed like you had been the past two nights. He was beginning to think you might not even show up at all. But then he heard a gentle tap tap tapping on his window, and turned to see you sitting there, just as you had been a few nights ago.

Ethan practically ran over to the window and threw it open, moving back so you could crawl inside. Your face was expressionless as you entered his room, and you looked around, almost as if you were searching for something. Ethan closed his window and then stood beside you, gently intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I got rid of them. The guys who were making noise last night. I slaughtered all three of them and left them in the alley. It was the only way I could think of bringing you back to me.”

You smiled at Ethan’s words, and then grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. You kissed him, this time it felt more desperate than it had the previous nights. Ethan thought he might’ve lost you for good, and he couldn’t believe that his idea had worked. He had gotten you back. Maybe it didn’t matter who he killed, as long as he killed someone, you always showed up.

But he didn’t dare mention that to you. He was still going to kill whoever you told him to, and he didn’t want you to think he would ever even think about disobeying you. So he went along with what you were doing, letting you have your way with him. Before he knew it, you had taken his shirt off and pushed him back onto his bed. You were moving closer to him, staring at him hungrily. Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine as you got closer, smiling as you looked down at him.

“You did so good for me baby. So proud,” you smiled, and it was a bit condescending, but Ethan didn’t mind.

He smiled and nodded, feeling his heartbeat speed up from your words and from how close you were. This was going to be a night he would never forget.

Without you I'd bring a shotgun to school

And I will if you want me to, for any reason

I hate that you leave when the lights come on

And if I had it my way the fuckin' sun'd be gone

Ethan rested his head on your chest, looking up at you. There was nothing but love and devotion in his eyes. You had him completely wrapped around your finger. He would do anything to feel you again. To even just see you again. And both of you knew it.

“Who do you want me to kill next, my love? I’ll do anything you say, no matter what. Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

You laughed fondly and smiled down at him. “You’re so eager. Aren’t you? It’s not just about seeing me, is it? You love killing, don’t you?”

Ethan’s face went red and he looked away from you. It was almost as if he was embarrassed. But you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. There was nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, his passion for killing helped you out even more. It didn’t take nearly as much convincing as you thought it would to get him to do your bidding.

You placed a finger under his chin and forced him to look up at you. His face was still red, and you simply smiled at him, the sight comforting him slightly.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, baby. I’m right, aren’t I?” you smile turned into a smirk. His face blushed darker as he realized you were teasing him.

He slowly nodded. “Y-yeah. You’re right. I love killing. I’d do it with or without you. N-not to say I want to do it without you! I never want to do anything without you. Ever!”

You smiled fondly. “I know baby, I know. You’re just as fucked up in the head as I am. And I love it. So fucking much.”

He smiled up at you, relaxing into your embrace. You brought your hand up to his head and started absentmindedly playing with his hair. He sighed softly at the feeling, relaxing even more.

“So, how is it going with everyone? Are they getting close to figuring out it’s you?”

Ethan shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. Mindy’s convinced it’s me, but she’s the only one. Everyone else is clueless.”

“She is, huh? Sounds like she’s going to become a problem. Don’t you think?”

Ethan nodded, waiting for you to continue.

“I want her gone next. Find a way to get the two of you separated from the rest of the group. Kill her. Make it look like you tried to protect her. Gain everyone’s trust. Can you do that?”

Ethan nodded, smiling widely at you. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Love (I can't ignore you)

In my room (Do anything for you, baby) (Tap, tap)

Love (I do adore you)

In my room, you and I (Tap, tap go the piece of ass)

The group was currently headed to the Ghostface shrine, where they were hoping to lure in the killer in order to execute him. Too bad he wouldn’t be showing up.

Sam, Tara, Danny, and Chad had gotten onto the subway, the doors closing seconds before Mindy could get on. She had been left behind. With Ethan. Mindy glanced over at him uneasily, but Ethan simply smiled. He was trying to get her to trust him, but Mindy couldn’t shake the feeling that Ethan wasn’t being truthful. Of course, she was right. But no one else had to know that.

Mindy and Ethan got onto the next train, and Mindy walked away from Ethan, not wanting to be sat close to him. Despite that, Ethan walked over and stood beside her anyways. Mindy looked at him confused, and tried shifting away, but Ethan just moved closer again.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mindy asked, glaring at Ethan suspiciously.

“I’m trying to keep both of us safe. Safety in numbers, right? If we stay on our own, it’s more likely for one of us to be attacked. But by all means, if you’re willing to take that chance I’ll go stand somewhere else.”

Mindy sighed and shook her head, relenting. “No, it’s fine. I- I guess you do have a point. And if it is you, there’s no way you would try anything right now. So no harm done, I guess.”

Ethan smiled and nodded. “Exactly. I’ll protect you and you’ll protect me!”

The two of them stood in silence, resting against the door at the end of the train. The lights kept flickering, and Mindy glanced around uneasily. She had been trying to text Chad for the past few minutes, but there wasn’t any service. She grumbled and put her phone away, slightly shifting away from Ethan.

Then the train went dark. Ethan smiled to himself wickedly. Now was his chance. He turned, pushing Mindy against the door and holding his hand against her mouth. To anyone looking, it appeared to be two teenagers making out. The perfect cover. Mindy’s eyes went wide as she stared up at Ethan in fear. He pulled his knife out and sliced her torso open, from bottom to top. Her organs began to fall out, blood pouring out of the newly present opening. Ethan quickly wiped his knife off and concealed it again. Moving away to stand near the seats. Mindy fell to the floor.

When the lights finally came back on, Ethan looked over to see Mindy lying on the floor, and immediately pretended to freak out. He had to put on a good show, this needed to look realistic.

“Oh shit, Mindy!”

He rushed over to her side, crouching beside her, trying to help keep her blood in. An obviously futile task.

“Shit, that’s a lot of blood. Help! Somebody help!”

Ethan managed to get Mindy off of the subway and placed her on the ground, resting her against a column. She was clearly dead by now, but he didn’t stop trying to get help. Two security guards from the station rushed over to assist, and Ethan backed up, maintaining a panicked look on his face. Despite how upset he looked, he was overjoyed on the inside. Another victim down. And it was all for you. He would get to see you again soon, and he couldn’t wait.

Love (I can't ignore you)

In my room (Do anything for you, baby) (Tap, tap)

Love (I do adore you)

In my room, you and I (Tap, tap go the piece of ass)

Ethan walked into his room and shut the door behind him. Just like you had before, you sat on his bed waiting for him. Ethan could barely contain his excitement at just the mere sight of you. You were beautiful. Even if you were dead, and you very clearly looked like it, Ethan still thought you were beautiful. It didn’t matter that you were covered in your own blood or that you were slowly rotting from the inside out. He would always think you were beautiful. No matter what.

“I did it. Just like you told me to,” he said, smiling widely as he walked over to you.

You smiled sweetly, your eyes still dark and soulless. “Good job baby. I’m so proud of you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. Ethan relaxed into your embrace, leaning up against you. You kissed the top of his head and then pulled away, smiling again. But this time, it was more sinister.

“Only a few more left, baby. And then we can be together. Forever,” your sweet voice starkly contrasted the cruelness of your words.

Ethan nodded eagerly, turning to face you completely.

“Tell me what to do next. Tell me, and I’ll do it. I’d do anything to be with you forever.”

“I know you would, my love. That’s why I love you. More than anything else.”

Ethan smiled again. “I love you too.”

“So tell me about it. I want to hear everything,” you smiled wickedly, leaning forward slightly.

Ethan nodded. He went to answer, but you had moved so close to him that he just couldn’t help himself. Ethan leaned in and kissed you, feeling his head begin to spin from your touch.

Sometimes I kiss her, I start shakin'

She slips me the tongue, and it tastes like bacon

Uh oh, something's wrong, baby's upset

She told me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid

You giggled as you pulled away from the kiss. Ethan’s eyes were wide and his face was flushed. His heart was racing and his mind was moving so fast he couldn’t form any words. He looked over at you, smiling like a lovesick idiot.

“Come on darling. Tell me all about it.” You smiled again, growing excited from just thinking about the latest murder your boyfriend committed in your name.

“I did everything you asked. I got Mindy separated from the rest of the group. We were on a different train together. And when the lights on the train went out, I gutted her. Everything went perfectly.”

Before you could respond, Ethan’s door burst open. Chad stood there, glaring at Ethan. He felt a shiver run down his spine, Chad had never looked so angry before. So terrifying. Ethan turned to look over at you, but you were gone. Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he turned back to Chad. It was his fault you were gone. How dare Chad take you away from him?

“Are you fucking kidding me?! It was you?! This whole time I trusted you. I defended you. And you were the killer this whole fucking time?!” Chad stormed over to Ethan, enraged.

He grabbed Ethan by the collar of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Ethan didn’t feel scared of Chad anymore. He was just angry. Chad had made you leave. And he wasn’t going to get away with it.

“How could you? You were my best friend! How could you do that? Why? Why did you kill Mindy?!” Chad yelled, keeping Ethan pushed up against the wall.

“I didn’t have a choice! It was y/n! They made me do it!” Ethan said, trying to keep Chad distracted. He subtly reached his arm out towards his nightstand, trying to grab his knife.

“Bullshit man! Y/n is dead! You probably killed her too! Tell me the truth! Why did you do this?” Chad only grew angrier, pulling Ethan away from the wall and shoving him against it again.

“I told you why! Y/n made me do it!” Ethan grasped the knife and pulled it over.

She can't come back now 'cause they know our secret

Unless I can make them keep it

If I do she may come to life

Now I'm in their yard with a shotgun and knife

Ethan drove his knife into Chad’s side, blood instantly staining the fabric of his shirt. He immediately let go of Ethan as he screamed in pain. Ethan pushed Chad back, causing him to fall over onto Ethan’s bed. He walked over and stabbed Chad, again and again. Everywhere he could. Chad was long dead by now, nothing more than a bloody mess, but Ethan couldn’t stop. He was just so angry. He had been wanting to see you all day, and now because of Chad, you were gone.

Ethan finally got off of Chad, leaving him unrecognizably mutilated. His room was completely covered in blood, making it look like something right out of a Stab movie. Ethan wiped his knife off on his bed sheets and shoved it in a pocket inside his jacket. He walked out of his room and left his dorm without a second thought. He was still covered in blood, but it was Halloween, so it didn’t matter. He could walk around like this and nobody would question anything.

Before he could even realize where he was going, he found himself heading towards Sam and Tara’s apartment complex. He was still in a blind rage, and he didn’t want to have to wait any longer to be with y/n forever. They were going to have him kill Sam and Tara anyways, so why wait any longer? He wanted to be with you now.

Ethan walked up the stairs, his eyes dark and his head numb. He wasn’t even entirely aware of his actions right now. He was angry, and the only thing he could think about was you. All he had to do was kill two more people, and then you could stay with him forever. So what if he had to kill all his friends and the only family he had left? It was all worth it for you. Anything would be worth it for you.

Cut the screen, went in and found the kid

Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head

And the daddy was next runnin' down the hall

I shredded his throat and he was quick to fall

Ethan knocked on the apartment door and waited. A few moments later he heard the locks clicking open. The door swung open, and Tara stood behind it. She gasped when she looked up at Ethan, who was still very much covered in blood. She moved aside to let Ethan in, and when she turned to lock the door, Ethan smiled to himself.

“Ethan, what happened?! Are you hurt?” Tara walked over to him and tried to check for any major injuries.

“No, I’m alright. But it- it’s just…,” Ethan trailed off, pretending to be holding back tears.

“What is it? What happened?” Tara’s eyes grew worried, and her breathing began to quicken.

“It’s Chad. He- He’s gone. The killer. They were in our dorm when we got back. They killed Chad. I- I managed to get away. I just feel horrible for leaving him behind,” Ethan choked on his words. He began forcing tears to fall.

Tara pulled him into a hug, feeling herself begin to cry as well.

“I- I can’t believe this. I’m so sorry.”

She sobbed against Ethan, burying her face against his shoulder. Ethan let her, and slipped his hand into his jacket, pulling out his knife. While Tara was distracted, he plunged it into her back, causing Tara to let out a bloodcurdling scream. He brought his other hand up to the back of her head, keeping her face pressed against him to muffle her screams.

He pulled the knife up, cutting through her flesh and leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He yanked it out and then stabbed her, over and over again. A pool of blood began to form beneath the two of them. Soon she stopped struggling, and her body went limp in his arms. Ethan let go of her and pushed her forward, Tara’s body falling to the floor.

“Tara? Are you alright?” Sam called from her bedroom.

Apparently the sound of a body hitting the floor was louder than Ethan thought. But at least he knew where Sam was. He wiped the blood off of his knife and slid it back into his jacket, walking towards where he heard Sam’s voice.

Tossed the Mossberg and gripped the knife

Started stabbin' the shit outta his wife

Went home a bloody mess with a job well done (Tap, tap)

Wash up and wait for my baby to come (Tap, tap)

He pushed the door open and cursed to himself when he saw Danny in Sam’s room with her. Taking the two of them down was going to be difficult. But he knew he would be able to do it. He would be able to do anything, as long as it was for you. So, Ethan stepped into the room.

He tried to make himself look sad, hoping he could make the two of them believe he was innocent. If he burst in here trying to kill them immediately, there was no way he was going to make it out of here. He glanced over to Danny, who sat up and looked at Ethan with concern once he saw how much blood was all over him.

Ethan would need to get rid of Danny first. He was going to be the biggest problem. Sam was probably going to be easier. Especially since she was unarmed and not expecting to be attacked.

“Oh my god. What happened to you?” Danny asked, a mixture of shock and confusion in his voice.

Sam, on the other hand, wasn’t as caring. She narrowed her eyes and she looked at Ethan. “How did you get in here?”

“Tara let me in. I- I came over to tell her about Chad. And then, the killer showed up. I- I tried to stop him,” Ethan’s voice broke as he began to fake cry again.

“What about Chad?” Sam asked, not believing Ethan’s story.

“He’s dead. The killer- he was waiting for us when we got back to our dorm. I couldn’t stop him. Chad told me to run. I- I-,” he cut himself off, crying even harder.

Sam stood up, walking over to Ethan.

“Where’s Tara?”

Ethan sniffled. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Sam nodded, then turned to look at her boyfriend. “Danny, stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Love (I can't ignore you)

In my room (Do anything for you, baby) (Tap, tap)

Love (I do adore you)

In my room, you and I (Tap, tap go the piece of ass)

Sam gasped when she saw Tara’s body lying on the floor. She fell to her knees and started sobbing, shaking her sister in an attempt to get her to wake up. But she wasn’t responding.

“She’s not going to wake up,” Ethan said.

Sam turned around to look at Ethan. “What?”

Ethan sighed, then he pulled his knife out. “I said, she’s not going to wake up.”

Sam’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She stood up, her eyes turning dark.

“Mindy was right. It was you. Is that why you killed her? Because she was getting too close to figuring it out?”

Ethan shrugged. “More or less.”

“Why are you doing this? We haven’t done anything to you. There isn’t any reason behind this.”

Ethan smiled. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Richie was my brother. You remember Richie, right? The guy you brutally murdered last year.”

Sam’s eyes widened in shock. She had always thought Ethan looked familiar, but she had never realized why. Not until right now. She stepped closer to Ethan, and Ethan stepped back.

“So that’s why you’re doing this, huh? I’m the one who killed him! You didn’t need to hurt anyone else if you were after me!”

“Actually, that’s not why I’m doing this. That’s why this all started. It was me, Quinn, and our dad. He wanted to get revenge, and he easily talked Quinn into it. I didn’t want to. I didn’t think killing was for me. My mom was against it too. Or, at least she was until my dad made me kill her.”

“Quinn’s your sister? What, you guys did this as a family?”

“You ruined our family, so we wanted to destroy yours. But let’s just say that plans changed.”

“Why would you kill them then, huh? Why kill Quinn? Why kill your dad? I thought you guys were working together.”

“Oh we were. That was until my dad forced me to kill y/n. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret putting the bullet in his head instead. But he’s gone now. All I have left to do is to kill you and your little boyfriend. Then y/n will finally come back to me forever. They won’t have to leave again.”

“What are you talking about? Y/n is dead! You’re not making any sense!”

“I don’t care if it makes sense to you or not, I know the truth.”

Love (I can't ignore you)

In my room (Do anything for you, baby) (Tap, tap)

Love (I do adore you)

In my room, you and I (Tap, tap go the piece of ass)

Ethan didn’t waste anymore time. He lunged for Sam, trying to kill her. She dodged, causing Ethan to slice the side of her arm. Sam screamed in pain, her hand reaching up to press against the steadily bleeding wound. Ethan ran over to her, and was about to stab her again, when he heard Danny appear behind them. Ethan groaned and turned around.

“Yo! What the hell?” Danny said, in shock from the sight before him.

Ethan grumbled. “I don't have time for this shit.”

He stepped towards Danny and lifted his knife, slashing him across the throat. Danny fell to the ground, gripping his throat in an attempt to stop the blood from pouring out. It didn’t do much at all, and he soon laid there on the ground, lifeless, in a puddle of his own blood.

Sam gasped as she watched Danny fall to the ground. Ethan turned around and ran back over to her, stepping on her leg to prevent her from getting away. He leaned down and grabbed Sam’s arm, pulling her up. She fought against his grip, but she wasn’t getting anywhere.

Ethan smiled, a mixture between joy and pure evil, as he plunged his knife into Sam. She screamed out in pain as she continued to try and escape. Ethan stabbed her again and again, adding to the continuously growing puddle of blood on the floor. Sam elbowed Ethan in the side, causing him to loosen his grip on her.

Sam freed her arm and immediately collapsed to the ground. She was losing a lot of blood, and was fighting to remain conscious. She tried to crawl over to the door, but moving was incredibly difficult, especially since she kept slipping in the blood on the floor. Ethan easily walked over to her, and pinned her down on the ground. He stabbed her again, this time in the neck. He twisted the knife, and Sam’s screams slowly died down as he tore through her throat.

Her body soon fell limp and he pulled the knife back out. He placed it back inside his jacket, not bothering to wipe it off this time. Now he had nothing left to do except go back to his dorm and wait.

I waited two or three days, four days

Waitin' for the "tap tap" like always

I waited and hated this (Tap, tap)

I created a bloody mess (Tap, tap)

Ethan sat on his bed, staring out the window. When he had gotten home last night, he cleaned himself off and then went to work on cleaning up his room. He moved Chad’s body into his bedroom, and locked the door before he closed it. Returning to his own room, he cleaned up the blood as best as he could, and he threw away the sheets that had been on his bed, not wanting to bother trying to remove those stains.

Now it was a day later, and everything had been cleaned up. He was sitting on his bed and waiting for you to show up, just like you had for the past few nights. Except this time, you were nowhere to be found. All night Ethan had sat and stared at his window, waiting for you to show up. But you never did.

Soon, the sun had come up. He stayed up all night waiting for you, and you never showed. He was upset, and he was confused. What had he done wrong? He had done everything you wanted and then some. He killed his best friend for you. He killed his family. He even killed the rest of the people you wanted all at once, so neither of you would have to wait anymore.

What had he done wrong? You always showed up. Everytime he killed someone, you showed up. But last night you hadn’t. Ethan felt himself spiraling, desperately trying to think of a reason as to why you didn’t show up. But he couldn’t find a single one.

I waited two or three months, four months

Waitin' for the "tap tap," just for once

I waited and hated this (Tap, tap)

I created a bloody mess (Tap, tap)

Every night like clockwork, Ethan sat there and waited for you. He didn’t go to class anymore. He barely ate, barely slept. Seeing you again was the only thing that mattered. Days went by. Then weeks. Then months. And you were still nowhere to be found. It was beginning to drive Ethan crazy.

But he realized he couldn’t just go on like this. If he wanted to see you again, he would have to do something about it. He had been going over what he had done the last night he saw you, and then he realized something. He had missed someone. One of the victims that you had wanted dead was still alive. Kirby was still out there.

After the murders, Kirby had transferred to the FBI in NYC. She was still in the city. It wouldn’t be that difficult for Ethan to find her. Or for Ethan to get rid of her. Maybe if he killed her, you would come back to him. And maybe this time, you would never leave.

Kirby had given Ethan her number after everything that had happened. He was the only survivor. He had managed to pin all of the murders on Danny, and all of the cops seemed to believe him. Kirby didn’t want Ethan to be alone after all of this, so she gave him a way to contact her if he ever needed anything. He never planned on using it, not wanting to involve himself with the authorities anymore than he had to.

But now, he didn’t really have much of a choice. So he pulled his phone out and found her contact, pressing the call button.

“Kirby? It’s Ethan.”

I waited two or three days, four days ("Where is she?")

Waitin' for the "tap tap" like always

I waited and hated this (Tap, tap) ("Why isn't she comin' back?")

I created a bloody mess (Tap, tap) ("I fuckin' killed those people!")

Ethan knocked on the door of Kirby’s apartment, anxiously playing with his hands. He just wanted to get this over with. He couldn’t wait any longer to see you, and the thought that all he had to do was kill one more person to see you again made him more excited than he could ever remember being. All of this waiting would soon be over. And he could finally be yours. Forever.

Kirby opened the door and let Ethan inside. As soon as the door was locked and Kirby was facing the other way, Ethan pulled out his knife and tackled Kirby to the ground. He stabbed her in her scar, twisting the knife. She screamed in pain as blood poured out of her, trying to push Ethan off of her. But it was no use, Ethan was over a foot taller than her.

He pulled the knife out and then stabbed her again, over and over, creating a bloody mess. He was so angry, mostly at himself, for messing this up. For being kept from you for so long. So many feelings were stuck bottled up inside of him, and he was finally able to let them all out.

He pulled the knife out for the final time, and smiled as he stood up. Kirby was definitely dead by now, the majority of her blood now laying in a puddle beneath her. Ethan shoved his knife back inside his jacket pocket and turned around, walking out of the apartment and leaving the door open behind him.

When he got home, you would finally be there. Waiting for him.

I waited two or three months, four months

Waitin' for the "tap tap," just for once ("Where the fuck is she?!")

I waited and hated this (Tap, tap)

I created a bloody mess (Tap, tap) ("Why isn't she coming back?!")

Ethan practically ran into his room, excitement building up inside him. But you weren’t there. His room was still empty. He sighed, feeling deflated. He slammed his door shut behind him and walked over to his bed, sitting down on it.

Maybe he would just have to wait. The last time you were scared away, you showed up later than normal. So all he would have to do was wait. He knew you were going to be coming back, he was sure of it. He had done everything you had asked, and everything that you were going to tell him to do. There’s no way you weren’t going to show up now.

He stared at his window like always, waiting for you to show up. Minutes went by. Then it was hours. And before he knew it, the sun was up again. You still hadn’t shown up. Why hadn’t you shown up? What else did he have to do?

Ethan screamed in frustration as he laid back on his bed. Maybe you were never coming back. Had you ever even really been there in the first place? All this time, everything Ethan had been doing for you, had you just been a hallucination all this time?

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts away. There was no way you were just a hallucination. He had seen you. He had talked to you. He had felt you. You had to have been there. You had to have been real. Because if you weren’t, then Ethan did all of this for nothing. He killed his family for you. But if you weren’t real, then he lost his only family for nothing.

I waited two or three days, four days (Love)

Waitin' for the "tap tap" like always ("I can't believe I did it") (In my room)

I waited and hated this (Love)

I created a bloody mess ("I killed them!")(In my room, you and I)

Ethan had been spiraling hard since the day he killed Kirby. It had been a few days, and you still hadn’t shown up. He couldn’t tell what was real anymore. He didn’t know if you had really been there, or if you were just a hallucination. And the thought of that was driving him crazy.

He almost never left his room anymore. He couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to miss you if you showed up. He was losing weight, and he was struggling to stay awake. But he couldn’t let himself miss you. Even if it destroyed him, Ethan would wait until you finally showed up again.

He didn’t want to admit it, but Ethan was losing it. He felt his mind begin to crack and reality slowly slipped away. He couldn’t tell what was real or fake anymore. He was hearing your voice all the time, but he still couldn’t see you. He was going insane, waiting for you to show up. The longer he waited, the less hope he had. He couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with the fact that you were probably never coming back. If you had ever even been there at all.

Ethan paced back and forth in his room, muttering to himself. He didn’t know what he was saying, he barely even knew what he was thinking. All he could bring himself to do was to stay in his room and wait. Sometimes he found himself forgetting what he was even waiting for. But he kept doing it, knowing deep down just how important it was. He just couldn’t bring himself to give up hope. He was going to see you again. He was sure of it.

I waited two or three months, four months (Love)

Waitin' for the "tap tap," just for once ("Where is she?!") (In my room)

I waited and hated this (Love)

I created a bloody mess (In my room, you and I)

Ethan’s hands shook as he sat on his bed, holding a gun inside his mouth. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired of waiting for you to show up, because he was beginning to doubt that you ever would. He had gotten so lost inside his head, waiting for you, that he let everything else in his life fall apart. He didn’t have any friends or family anymore, he had killed them all for you. He had missed so many classes that it would be pointless to try and catch up now.

His life had begun to revolve around you. You took up his every thought, filling his entire being. The longer he went without you, the more of himself he felt slip away. And now, there was nothing left. He was nothing anymore. He was just an empty shell. And it was all because of you.

His hands shook even more as he tried to get himself to pull the trigger. He pulled the gun out, sobbing as he began to shake even harder. He didn’t know if he would be able to do this. He looked down at the gun in his hand, the image becoming blurry from the tears in his eyes.

“Come on darling. I know you can do it.”

Ethan’s head shot up, as he desperately looked around for you. He couldn’t see you, but he had just heard you, he was sure of it. He heard your voice. Somehow, someway, he had heard you speaking to him.

“Just this one last thing. And then we can be together forever. Don’t you want that?”

Ethan slowly nodded his head. “Y-yes.”

“Good. So just put the gun in your mouth. And you can figure out the rest from there.”

Ethan did as you asked, his hands steadying. He brought the gun back up and placed it in his mouth again. He wasn’t afraid anymore. You wanted this. You wanted him to do this. And that was all the motivation he needed to finish this. The way he had intended.

“Come on baby. You can do it. I know you can.”

Ethan brought his finger to the trigger, readying himself to pull it. He slowed his breathing to calm himself down, and prepared himself for what he was about to do. Just a few more moments, and this would all be over. Ethan would finally be with you again. Forever.

“I’ll see you soon, my love.”

Ethan pulled the trigger.

Hey, man, let me get some of that

Yeah, uh, listen, I'm not a crackhead

When are y'all plannin' on buying me a cigarette

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I'm very glad that jack is happy and in a relationship but Haley Adams isn't a good person. She's done things like body shaming, anti-blk, as well as being a Trump supporter (which really bothers me as a daughter of Latino immigrants) and if y'all need evidence, it's all over her Twitter. And I'm not hating on her because she's with Jack, that's a completely different thing and I feel really bad for Jack because I'm not very sure he even knows about things Haley has done and said. I just want Jack to be happy, he deserves the world

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

party foul

pairing: ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 4K

warnings: cursing, sexual implications and poorly written intimacy (im so touch starved) mentions of guys being gross. should be all

summary: a frat party leds to more

A/N: something just possessed me cause i wrote this in one day, so if it sucks that explains everything.

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since march 14

masterlist

The music was bumping, the floors and the walls of the frat house shaking from the booming bass of the speakers playing party music. Everyone was talking or dancing in the crowded space, a red solo cup of whatever drink in hand or a Jell-O shot container being thrown to the ground. Couples were making out in dark corners, hands shamelessly running up their partner's costume and groping them or kissing their necks enough for hickeys to show later tomorrow.

You leaned against a door frame, red solo couple of jungle juice in hand. It was gross but was getting you wasted so that's all you cared about. Your head just bopping to the voices of Ke$ha or Megan Thee Stallion, your free arm wrapped over your stomach to cover the exposed skin as you just watched people in their drunken haze.

Your roommates decided to, and you quote, “get you out of your comfort zone and wear something slutty. Maybe you’ll get laid tonight.” So here you were at a frat party you didn’t really want to be at, with your ‘friends’ who disappeared a minute after arriving, dressed in a skimpy fairy outfit that was just lingerie with wings and nice makeup and braids added to your hair. You felt hot in the comfort of your college apartment, but the second you stepped outside it was like you were thrown to the wolves as prey.

So since your roommates ditched you, probably laughing about you or that’s just your paranoia thinking, you decided to scout the house and see if you can find your actual group of friends. They did say they were coming later tonight and to find them if you were free and you’ve been free for the past two and a half hours. With a push off the door frame, you bumped and scooted past jumpy dancers and touchy couples, trying and praying you’ll find someone to save you from your misery.

You made a pass of the room to the right of the front door and with no one you knew, you went to the room across and the sight of two people made you sigh out of relief. You couldn’t see one of the boys clearly but you were able to make out Chad since he was shirtless and wearing a cowboy hat. You walked over to the two and stood in front of them just as they took what looked to be a Jell-O shot, well only Chad swallowed, and Ethan spits it out right away with a grimace on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the action.

“Well, hello, sexy,” Chad yelled over the music. You knew he was being friendly, but the compliment made you feel warm.

You replied with a push to his bicep, “I’m not the only one showing skin tonight… cowboy.” A quick flick to the brim of his straw hat. Chad swatted your hand away before doing that signature cowboy stance, one hand on his belt and the other tipping his hat. You rolled your eyes at the action before turning on Ethan who stood with his back to the wall and his eyes wide with his mouth hanging open.

You’ve liked Ethan for a few months, so his gaping expression kinda sparked a bit of confidence in your chest if he was looking at you like that. You took a step closer to him and with your right hand snapped his jaw shut, “don’t wanna catch flies, handsome.” You stared deep into his eyes before a glance at his lips as he licked them with his tongue. “What’s your costume anyway? Very put together with just cardboard and tape though.” You waved your hand around at his ensemble.

“Oh!,” he looked down then back up, “it’s from a movie called Murder Party. Plus, I don’t have money to spend on an actual costume.” He bit his bottom lip and eyes darted from you to around the room, nervous.

“No, no. It’s cool though. I just haven’t seen the movie before,” you reassured him, “I didn’t even plan to do anything tonight, but my roommate, Anna, told me yesterday that I should do it then took me shopping with her. And that’s how I ended up in lingerie and spandex shorts for the night. Oh! And these wings, where the straps are digging into my armpits.” You moved the left strap at the end of your statement. Ethan just smiled and pulled his helmet off and fluffed his flat curls.

“So… enjoying the party?” Ethan leaned in close to your ear. His breath ghosting your skin caused a shudder and eyes to flutter shut. “Ye-yeah. Oh, yeah, really… I enjoy being eyed like a piece of meat.” Sarcastic but a hint of annoyance shone through.

You pulled and scratched your fingers as you looked around the room your trio was in, a group of girls in different costumes held cups and grooved to whatever new song shuffled on the playlist. Unconsciously, you stepped closer to Ethan, seeking safety from your crush.

“So, Chad,” you leaned towards him, his head turning your way, “have you struck out for the night? Or still looking at your options?” You jerked your chin over his shoulder where Tara wandered just out of sight, her wobbling state getting worse.

Chad sighed through his nose and rolled his neck, “it’s not like that.” You purse your lips and nodded, “yeah, yeah. Totally not like that. It’s just… it’s just getting kinda obvious.” Chad raised his brows and looked to Ethan then back to you, your smile slipping from your face. “Oh, totally obvious. Just like how you are wishing for e-” you smacked a hand over his blabber mouth and nervously giggled.

‘The Way I Are’ started blasting through the speakers and you took that as your opportunity to slip away from Chad and have Ethan’s attention. You moved away from Chad with a warning in your eyes and moved back closer to Ethan, your chest pressing against his cardboard. “You wanna dance? I love this song!” Hands-on his shoulders and lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

You saw the nod he gave as his answer, so you pulled away from his body and slid a hand into his, your fingers interlocked as you pulled him away from the wall and Chad, and led him to the crowded dance floor. He left his helmet behind so you got to see his face clearly and watched as his head of curls bounced as he moved around, stiffly, but was moving to the beat at least. With more people joining the floor and worried that you’ll lose Ethan, that was all, you took his hands and set them on your waist. It felt like those three-and-a-half cups of whatever was really making you feel a sudden boost of confidence, you felt sexy in your costume and you were dancing with the boy you’ve been wanting to kiss for the past four months, and also you made the move to have him closer and touch you. It was like everyone else was shut out as you looked into Ethan’s eyes, it was just the both of you holding each other, your heart beating loud in your ears. His hands tightened on your flesh, the smooth fabric of your top forming wrinkles, as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms moving to his shoulders as you push up your tiptoes to close the slight height difference.

One of your hands slowly moved from his shoulder and very hesitantly trying to see if he was showing discomfort, you let your fingers glide along his jawline. His lips parted and you took that as a good sign, so with your last bit of liquid courage, you leaned in with your eyes slipping shut just waiting to feel Ethan’s meld with yours.

But the moment was ruined by pushing and shoving. You groaned in your throat and opened your eyes to see a guilty-looking Chad holding his varsity jacket and Ethan’s helmet. He pushed the cardboard into the boy’s shoulder and looked at you, “Tara’s drunk.”

You quirked a brow at him, “and? It’s a party. What’s the pro-” “Some guy is trying to take her upstairs.” Chad interrupted your sentence. You instantly took off looking for your friend, making the boys follow behind like bodyguards with their height. You saw Mindy and Anika at the bottom of the stairs and you walked beside them to see Tara with a random frat body dressed in a button-down and boxers. His hand was wrapped along her bicep and you could see the thoughts swirling behind his darkened eyes.

“Tara, why don’t we get you home, huh? You could use some sleep.” You went up a step with a hand out hoping she would take it and join you. But she just looked at you and then at the guy, it broke your heart that she would rather be with someone she didn’t know than her friends.

“You wanna come up for a drink too, hot stuff?” The guy spoke up with his eyes glued on your body, mostly your chest and you felt yourself shrink in, but stood your ground, “fuck off. How about you take your hand off my friend and leave us be, yeah?” You heard the waiver but the music covered your nerves.

He rolled his eyes at you, “don’t gotta be such a bitch. Just thought you would want to enjoy a good time with me and your friend.” And he took a sip from his cup.

Now you are fed up. You ripped his hand away from Tara and smacked him across the face. You heard faint gasps but ignored them as you walked behind Tara and back to your friends, but you got pulled back with a harsh force causing you to slip and fall on the steps.

The next few things happened too fast. Chad yanked the guy by his shirt off the stairs and pushed the douchebag in the chest and the two started shoving, Ethan walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him as Mindy and Anika shouted at Chad. And then to top it off, Sam showed up out of nowhere and tased the guy in the balls.

-

Your little group left the frat after the disaster. Mindy and Anika were near the back with their hands linked, Anika now wearing Ethan’s helmet as he wore her orange bucket hat, cute. You, Chad, and Ethan walked in front of them and Sam was chasing after Tara who wasn’t the happiest with her sister.

“So, you're stalking me now, is that it?” She spun on her heal and faced Sam. Her arms lay limply at her sides as she wore an annoyed expression. Sam stopped just a foot away and was trying to get Tara to understand.

You turned away from the scene knowing you weren’t involved with the sisterly bickering. You turned to Ethan who was already looking at you, he seemed to have a worried air about him. You looked to the happy couple in the back and saw Chad chatting with them, their eyes flicking your way before they saw you looking already. You breathed a laugh with a roll of your eyes, of course, Chad was gossiping about earlier.

“Hey,” Ethan’s gentle voice said, “are- are you okay? You didn't get hurt on the stairs? No- no bruising or anything?” He stood close.

You pushed a braid behind your ear, “uh, just- I just think my ass is sore. But no- no the idiot didn’t hurt me, just made me uncomfortable. But hey! I’m just glad to be out of there, and with friends, would have sucked walking home alone.” You rubbed your arms along your biceps to try and build some warmth into your body to keep the cool night air at bay.

“I can- I can help if you want… keep you warm.” The stuttering of his words caused stuttering in your heart. “Please, that would be a help.” He opened his arms and you stepped into them, arms and hands over your shoulder and touching your back as you wrapped your own over the chest plate and squeezed him tight, with your face hidden away.

The moment was once again ruined too soon as you started to hear yelling. You pulled away and saw Chad and Anika holding Sam back from a group of passing girls who were recording and shouting, “Murderer! We know what you did!”

You loosened your hold on Ethan and looked their way, “Fuck you!” You started to head their way but Ethan kept you close to his chest. His hands on your arms.

Something strong was in that jungle juice. You needed a walk or something to sober up. You feared the possible headache to come tomorrow morning.

The both of you walked to Sam who looked down at her soaked white sweater, along with a few sticky black strands near her face, “assholes,” she muttered as she wrung out her shirt. Tara rolled her eyes and started to walk away, Chad following then Mindy and Anika just behind. Ethan patted his pockets down before digging out tissues.

“I have some tissues… I only have like three tissues,” he handed the squares over to Sam who just looked at the boy and then at you. You bid Sam a good night and pulled the boy along with you in the direction of the college apartments.

“Ah, shit!”  You exclaimed as you patted yourself down, not finding what you were searching for.

“What?”

“I don’t have the key to my place and I think my phone is dead at this point. They're probably still at the party…” you trailed off into thought, trying to determine your next move.

“You could… you could stay with me. Only if you want… I would just feel better if- if I knew you were okay and safe.” He pulled at his ear. You watched the boy and how could you say no when this was the first time things were going your way?

“I would love to stay with you, only if you’re okay with it.” You stepped closer. His eyes flicked over your face and a smile peeked through, “I’m- I’m perfectly okay with it.” You nodded with a smile and the both of you headed off into the cool night air, small conversation to past the time.

-

When Ethan opened the door to his and Chad’s dorm you expected the stereotypical college boy rooms from movies. Clothes scattered on the floor, and trash overflowing, maybe even a bong in a hidden corner from the RAs. There were two nicely made beds with each side having its organized desk with textbooks and notebooks, a backpack at the foot of one bed, and one hanging off the back of the uncomfortable chairs. You couldn’t exactly tell which side was which but you went on instinct and chose the one with the backpack on the floor.

You bent down to untie your sneakers and slip them under the twin bed then followed with your cheap wings causing a sigh of relief. Now the rest of your outfit was a problem, you couldn't remove your makeup and properly clean your face and you lost your hair tie somewhere in the last few hours. Technically you could sleep in your outfit, but this isn’t the time for sexiness.

“Ethan, could I borrow a shirt or hoodie?” Your elbows leaned into the hard mattress behind you as you twisted to face a motionless Ethan that just stared at you. “Ethan? You okay?”

He blinked rapidly, “yeah, yeah! Sorry just… just- I’ve never had a girl in my room, not to mention a pretty girl.” He looked shocked that he just said those words aloud, “uh sorry, what did you say… earlier?”

You bit your lip to stop the smile and pulled your earlob, “A shirt or hoodie… I don’t really wanna sleep in-” you pointed a finger at your sheer top. “Right! Yeah, just- just one second.” He turned his back to you.

You let the flush in your cheeks grow and couldn’t withhold the gigantic smile, completely infatuated with the nervous boy before you. You gazed as he rummaged through his clothes and muttered words to himself that you couldn’t hear but just watched as his lips moved. When he stood back to his full height something in you stirred and you wanted to follow that feeling.

Ethan placed the folded shirt beside you on the bed and stood in front of you, his head tilted down and yours pointed up. Your eyes just watched each other, taking in every detail about each other tonight, watching Ethan’s body language to see if there was an opening for you. Ethan took a step forward, just a step away from letting his body fold into yours.

You saw how he slowly brought his right hand up, it seemed he was debating if he wanted to make this move or not, but when he cupped your cheek your lips parted. His thumb swiped the skin just under your eye before letting his hand slip down, his pinky hitting the junction of your jaw and earlobe. His eyes dipped to your lips and then he brushed the pad of his thumb just over your bottom lip, barely giving the skin a tug before resting the digit on your chin.

“Ethan?” You whispered his name so quietly it was like you didn’t say it, but you saw his eyes move. “Please,” a whimper as you closed your eyes and gripped his biceps. You couldn’t wait much longer and he didn’t make a move. So you’ll take the jump for the both of you, but you didn’t have to. He took the final leap.

It was soft, gentle. Just a pressing of lips, nothing more at first, and you were fine with it, it was still perfect to you. His hand on your cheek and your hold on his muscles kept you from floating to cloud nine. Ethan pulled away and you chased his lips, needing to deepen it, pour all your love and wanting into his skin. You pulled him back to you, tilting your head to get a better angle and more movement from your lips. He held your waist, hands under the thin fabric, and his burning touch warmed your cooled skin as he rubbed his thumb on your flesh.

Then his hands slipped down and under your thighs, and you jumped automatically and he sat you atop the light blue bedding. You widened your legs and grabbed his shirt with one hand to pull him closer in your gravity. With the new height you started to kiss around his mouth then jaw and down his neck, beginning to leave sensual kisses that were followed by sucking and maybe a faint bite pulling a groan from Ethan. You soothed over any markings with your tongue and a peck. You did it a few more times before he pulled your face back to his and he dived back in.

When Ethan started to kiss along your jaw and near your ear, you moaned at the sensation, hands tangling in his curls and nails scraping his scalp and he hummed at the feeling, it tickled your skin.

“E- Ethan, do- do you wanna- wanna go all the way or- or wait?” Ethan implied this was his first time doing anything, you wanted to do it on his terms and how he was feeling about this. “I’m completely fine w- with just making out an- and sleeping.” You weren’t even sure why you brought up sex. Maybe the leftover drunken-haze was making you a bit horny.

One more kiss to your jawline and his face reappeared. He was flushed and his lips were glossy, it was a delicious sight to behold. You giggled as you swiped a smear of saliva away from his mouth. You just waited to hear his thoughts, legs mindlessly swinging over the high bed. Fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt from earlier in the night, knuckles ghosting over his exposed skin.

“I… I- ah. I- I wanna do it. Sex- I wanna have sex with you.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, his wording almost like a middle schooler. You smiled around your tongue as it poked out. “Ethan,” you pulled his chin between your thumb and index finger, “if you are not one hundred percent sure about having sex tonight, we don’t need to. I’ve waited for you for months, I could wait a little longer for some intimate action.” You wiggled your brows to let Ethan loosen up. His brightened smile that showed his dimple made you fall faster. “Besides, I don’t think I would last very long before passing out.”

You gave a simple smooch to his nose then grabbed his shirt, “turn around. Only when we have sex can you see all this whenever.” “Really?” He didn’t bother hiding the tiny bit of disappointment in his word, but you just snorted at his puppy dog eyes, “no. I was just giving you the chance to be a proper gentleman before a lady, but whatever. You’ll see everything eventually.” You pulled the top off and Ethan’s eyes widened before he covered with his hands and turned around.

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You tried shuffling around in bed to get back to a comfortable spot, but arms held tight along your torso kept you pulled into a solid chest. You started to panic until you looked over your shoulder and saw a head of brunette curls with the suspect's face buried into your neck. A lazy smile came across your features as you closed your eyes again and rested a palm over Ethan’s forearms, fingers moving back and forth slowly. The feeling of his chest moving as he breathed could have lulled you back to sleep if you didn’t feel the puff of air hitting your neck and hear the bedding move as he shifted around.

You managed to turn in his hold so you were facing him with your back leaning against the wall. Very gentlemanly of him sleeping near the edge, a simple green flag in your eyes. You pushed a few rouge curls away from his forehead, fingers leaving a small trail of phantom kisses in their morning wake before dropping to his chest. You watched as his lashes fluttered atop his cheekbones, how he had a few sparse freckles dotting his face here and there, noting that his lips are slightly parted when in deep sleep.

He looked so beautiful.

He moved his face to the crook of your neck, his nose giving a small rub. You sunk a hand into his hair and began messaging, he instantly groaned at the action. “Good morning,” a kiss to his temple. A kiss to your jaw, “good morning,” and his morning voice was oh so deep and gravelly.

“I should… I should probably head back to my place. Need a shower.” You patted his arms. He just groaned and moved his legs into yours.

“Could shower here.” “I need a shower shower, with all my stuff. Not a water shower most boys do… you do shower shower, right? Please say yes because you do and not just for me.”

Ethan laughed at your question, “yes, yes. I shower shower, I have good hygiene.”

“Okay. With that out of the way, I really should head back.” You tried sitting up but Ethan’s arms were holding you down and you just laughed at his antics. “Ethan come on. Don’t you want me to smell good? After last night I probably reck of sweat and alcohol.”

“No, you smell nice. Really nice.” And he did a big theatrical inhale as you laughed at the sound. “Okay weirdo, you’ve got me for another hour.” And you got yourself situated again.

After fifteen minutes of quiet, your eyes started to droop and you let yourself be pulled back to sleep, but before you could be submerged, the door banged open, and Chad waltzed in before stumbling to a stop. You jerked your head up, Ethan almost fell over the edge at the interruption, and you scrambled for a firm hold on him. The both of you just stared at Chad and then at Mindy who was staring down at her phone.

“I haven’t been able to reach-” “It’s because she’s right here. In bed. With Ethan.”

Both twins had bug eyes and open mouths pointed at the two of you. Ethan leaned over you a bit to shield you even though you were wearing his shirt and your shorts from last night, and the blanket was still covering you. You held his bicep as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“What brings the Wonder Twins around?” You waited to hear something sarcastic or just the both of them being jokingly mean towards you and Ethan, but both had somber faces. You sat up higher, heart racing as they took longer and shared a look.

“Ghost face,” was all Mindy said.

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[st4r-bby]

smth fluffyyy with ethann?? :3

Cuddles and kisses .

movie : scream 6 character : ethan landry (my HUSBAND) pairing : clingy!ethan x fem!reader summary : cuddles and kisses (duhh) contains : fluff that'll rot your teeth, extreme clinginess, whiny ethan, neck kissing (not sexual this time), etccc ! a/n : IM FEEDING Y'ALL GOOD TDY BABIES

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You opened the brown door that lead you to the living room, closing and locking it behind you. "Ethann!" You called out, sliding off your jacket and draping it over the couch. "I'm home." You heard quick foosteps coming down the stairs, the footsteps revealing to be your boyfriend's. He saw you as he entered the living room and his smile immediately got as bright as day.

"Baby!" He said happily, walking up to you and hugging you strongly so you couldn't escape. "You took so long!" You rolled your eyes at his whiny antics and hugged the boy back. "It was only two hours." You muttered, kissing his temple. "Uh, yeah. Too long." He whined, burying his face into your neck and squeezing your body with his arms. "Stop whining before I roll my eyes out of my head." You groaned, a light smile spreading across your pretty lips.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to your shared bedroom. He practically tackled you against the bed and wrapped his long, slender limbs around your body. "What's cookin', good looking?" He said into your warm skin. You let out a warm chuckle, digging your face into his muscular chest. "Never say that ever again." You hummed, a deep exhale leaving your mouth. After a while, he flipped the two of you over. He scooted downwards and kissed your neck gently, a relaxed smile grazing you. Your hands went to his hair, massaging his scalp and twirling his brown curls around your fingers. "You know how pretty you are?" You asked softly, your eyes gazing down at him. His cheeks dusted a shade of pink, a light giggle escaping him. "I love you." He said as a response. You huffed, closing your eyes and smiling. "I love you too, good lookin'." You joked, making him roll his eyes and whine about it. God, you love him.

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[coryosbaby]

Eyes on Fire

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Vampire! Ethan Landry x reader, werewolf! Chad Meeks Martin x reader

Summary: You’re like their own personal brand of heroin, in each way they want you.

Warning: dark themes , extreme blood play, wound fucking?? Oops, nsfw . Threesome, anal, double penetration

Chad and Ethan can be aggressive, sometimes.

It’s always been apparent in your relationship, and it’s most definitely apparent now as Ethan’s fangs scrape against your neck and Chad’s rut consumes your senses. Being in a threeway relationship with a werewolf and vampire can be a bit much, but it certainly isn’t boring; they’re both using you by holding you between each of their bodies with their abnormal strength, after all.

It should be an uncomfortable position, but it isn’t. The pleasure consumes you as Ethan fucks your pussy and Chad fucks your ass on the other side. Your body is hovering above the carpet of your three’s shared bedroom, clenching down as the prominent sound of skin hitting skin echoes. You whine when Ethan bites down harshly on your jugular.

“Like that?” Ethan growls. “Getting used like a little blood whore?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice comes out in a rough squeak, and when the brunette begins to suckle from the bloody wound you cry out. Everytime he feeds from you, it’s like an orgasm in and of itself.

“Good.” Chad finishes. “Little ass is so tight- oh my god..”

His nose goes into your hair, takes in your scent and your wetness below. His eyes glow a deep golden, his resolve breaking from his rut. When he gets like this, he’ll take it out on Ethan, you, or both at the same time. The usually sweet and gentle boy becomes inhuman, and in the best way possible.

He wraps his arm around your neck, practically puts you into a headlock as he splits your ass open. And Ethan, on your other side, matches his pace with ferocity; the myth that vampires and werewolves can’t work together is completely heinous.

“Take Chad’s dick, you dirty bitch. Yeah, that’s it..”

Ethan’s voice is rough, sharp bloody canines running over his lips as he forces you to open your mouth wide. He spits inside harshly, the feeling of your metallic blood and his saliva mixing on your tongue. Your eyes roll back, breath catching, and when Ethan looks into your eyes you know that his captivating is overtaking you.

When he does this, it’s hard for you to concentrate. His eyes will lock you in, and you’ll be able to do anything he asks. He does it with your consent, of course. Only during times like these.

“Good baby,” Ethan coos. His thumb rubs over Chad’s knuckles as the other boy grins into your neck. Your pussy is clenching harshly around Ethan as his low voice whispers harsh and teasing in your ear. “Why don’t you cum?”

It’s immediate, his command flicking a switch in your brain and your cunt, and with a shallow scream you’re squirming around both of their cocks as your first orgasm of the night washes over you. Your clit isn’t even stimulated, but it seems to release sticky wet juices all over your swollen lips and drip down Ethan’s cock. He smiles, that crooked, sadistic smile, and when Chad suggests that they bring you to the bed, how could either possibly say no? So with an easy amount of strength, the both boys are moving you over to the bed and throwing you down onto the soft mattress below. You cry out, the feeling of the emptiness in your holes making you frown as their cocks slide out of you.

“We know, sweetheart.” Ethan coos. He crawls over your beautiful nude body, fangs ghosting along your spine. You shiver.

“Please..” your voice is a mere whisper. The urge to be drained for Ethan’s pleasure is so incredibly prominent that it makes your legs shake. The boy laughs, moving over to your side so Chad can take his place instead and shove himself into you again. You sob, his cock stretching your puckered hole even more than before.

“Dirty bitch is sucking me in,” Chad groans. “Tight little ass is just begging to get creamed.”

“Jesus, I know. Look at that…”

Ethan’s sitting up on his knees now, and he brings your right cheek into his palm to spread you apart more. Your stretched asshole is exposed to him, used and abused as it gets pounded by Chad’s gigantic length. Your eyes roll back.

And then once again, Ethan’s fangs are scraping over your skin; your right cheek, right next to where you’re being impaled. His teeth sink into the soft muscle, and the sound you let out is so incredibly loud that you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

Blood begins to gush out of the wound, two bite marks apparent on your skin. Chad looks down, and the sight of the blood there makes his eyes roll back.

“Give me that shit,” he mutters gruffly. “Let me lube her up with it.”

It’s not an odd request for either you nor Ethan; with feeding and being a vampire, blood play has to be involved. And so Ethan pulls away from your vessel with a pop and begins to run two bloodied fingers over Chad’s moving cock. It’s not a lot at first, but the more the hot red liquid spills out of you the more lubricant you get. And when Ethan pulls his mouth back down and begins groaning into the bite marks again, he pulls away with a mouth full of spit and delicious metallic blood.

Drunk off of you getting impaled, he spits down onto your clenched hole and watches as Chad’s cock mops it up for him. Blood runs down his neck and chest, abs clenched tight and cock red. He grabs it in his fist and presses it against your mark. It makes a sting begin there, but it isn’t unpleasant, and as he rubs his tip against your gaping wound a low heat begins. He begins to hump against the bloody mess, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he watches you drip blood all over his girthy dick.

“Eth… what’r you doing?” You slur, confused. Chad’s eyes are only fixated on the sight in front of him, pummeling you still.

Ethan scoffs, slapping his tip against you. “What do you think?”

His carelessness makes you mewl. The bite mark hurts now, but it hurts in the best way. If anyone could see you right now, they’d confuse you for a werewolf omega in heat. As Chad watches you, he wonders why god didn’t make you into such a thing.

Speaking of.

Chad is close. Like, extremely close. And if he doesn’t cum now, he won’t be able to control himself. He knows he’s going to go for multiple rounds, anyway, so where’s the harm in creampie-ing you now? He grunts, watching his cock spill inside you without a wait or warning. You gasp. His cock squirts against your walls and drips down into your taint, and he grins as he continues to fuck you vigorously once again.

“Daddy’s cum feel nice, honey?” He teases.

“Please!” It’s all you can say, all you can scream, as he throbs inside you.

Ethan’s bloodied cock is coated now, practically entirely red; if anyone should know anything, it’s that vampire bites make sure to bleed. Unless he wants it to stop, of course. He knows you can only take so much with your fragile human frame, and he knows that if it ever goes too far, Chad will be there to stop him, and vice versa. It’s how they work, and they work nicely.

Removing himself, Ethan begins to crawl over to your mouth. His favorite part of you, besides your tight pussy and ass; he loves the feeling of your warm wet tongue and the back of your throat when he hits it just right, the sound of your uvula pressing against him and spasming around his aching prick. You open your mouth wide when he puts the tip against your chin.

“Open,” Ethan demands. “You need to clean up the mess you made.”

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A/N: I said I was gunna post this MONTHS AGO n never did, LMFAOO

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[saturnsepiphany]

ೃ⁀➷ Sweet Hunger

sub! ethan landry x dom! female reader

SUMMARY: you and ethan get high at a Halloween party and find yourselves stumbling to a room just to feel a little more.

CONTAINS: mommy kink, edging (a little bit), face riding, brief handjob, dacryphilia, actual p in v, mean reader (not really but kinda), very confident reader, use of weeds, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

AUTHORS NOTE: this is from the second chapter of my currently unpublished fic. in which I have a faceclaim, so please feel free to disregard the descriptive factors of the “reader” character.

18+ READER. MINORS DNI.

The lights at the party had tried to set them up for failure. Stumbling through the hallways with his hand in hers, trailing along behind Y/N, she desperately looked for an empty room. It wasn't surprising that so many of the doors were locked, it was a party with drugs and alcohol.

It hadn't taken her long before she had taken a few hits off of one of her friends, getting Ethan to join along since she knew he hadn't been drinking much.

Y/N and Ethan had often gotten high at the apartment, both while Devon was there and while she had left to hangout with Tara. They would often find themselves sprawled out on the floor listening to songs that made them feel like their hearts and skin were dancing.

But tonight had different plans.

The feeling was going throughout them fluidly, they swayed along to the music. Maybe a little too close for the comfort of those who were sober around them.  Ethan still couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the dress and shoes were so enticing to the eye. But it didn't help that she wore that beautiful smirk she always did when she saw how he looked at her.

The way it felt to have her brush up against him, it made him wish he had taken Chad's advice and worn less clothing such as he himself did. If only to feel her skin lightly touch his as her hands wondered around his arms and chest.

He had no idea that she was wish the same thing, rushing her hands over him with a more harsh touch. Upset that she could only feel the cotton that covered most of his skin. She might have stayed there and eventually stopped dancing to get a drink if he hadn't decided to graze his fingertips over her cheek and along her collarbone.

She yanked him away from the crowd. Everyone moving quickly as she found the stairs and they found themselves in the present. Testing every doorknobs in the house, getting more anxious and frustrated the more they found that were locked tight.

Y/N was grumbling under her breath, trying to talk herself down from taking him in the hallway out of pure desperation. And right when she thought she might have to, a door clicked open.

She swung it open and pulled him in front of her, pushing him into the room and slamming the door behind her with the lock turned. She reached for the cardboard helmet on his head, going to rip it off aggressively before she remembered how long it took him to make.

She gently tugged it off his head and let his soft brown curls fall into his face. His deep chocolate eyes were staring down at her with such sweet hunger. He'd never want anything more than he wanted her.

He took it upon himself to remove his chest plate, not wanting to waste anymore time. She slowly let her hands fall down his torso, finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He was quickly left in nothing but his boxers, almost fully exposed to the only eyes he'd ever let see him like this.

Ethan was sat at the edge of the bed, the lamp behind him just bright and reflective enough to give her a clear look at his doe eyes staring holes into her. They danced along as he scanned her body up and down, he wanted to badly to reach out and pull her dress off. However, he knew that if he waited, he would be more likely to receive the treatment he actually wanted.

He opted for using his words instead of his hands, "Y/N, c-can you please let me take off your dress?" His hands gripped onto the sheets underneath him, waiting for her response.

Her lips curled up at both ends, her red lip still perfectly in tact. But he watched her silk brown hair sway as she shook her head, "Not yet, baby."

She pushed him back on the bed, reaching down to finally release his cock from his boxers. It was just as it had been every time they had found themselves in positions similar to this one. Long with veins running down every which way, relatively slender which she didn't mind as her hands were rather small, and it was a pretty shade of pink with the tip and very angry red.

It was no surprise when it sprang up out of his bottoms leaking enough pre-cum that she didn't even need to spit in her hand to easily pump up and down the length of it. No time was wasted before small moans fell from his plush lips, whimpering after every single one.

Y/N sat besides him, her free hand placed on high thigh that she could start to feel tense up.

It had only been about thirty seconds and he was already getting ready to cum. This was rewarded in no way as she pulled her hand quickly off of his cock. His eyes flew open and he looked at her with his brows furrowed, "What the fuck, Y/N?!”

She quickly swung herself onto his lap, straddling him before reaching up to place a smack across his face. As his head swung to the side, she grabbed his face harshly with one hand, "Is that how we ever talk to mommy?"

And there he was, shrinking underneath her, her presence becoming so much larger than his. He began to shake, "No, of course not. I'm so sorry momma." Tears stinging his eyes, heat began to pool between her legs at the sight below her.

She got off of him, making him cry even more. His red eyes looking up to her as she finally gestured him to move further up the bed. He used his remaining strength and let his head hit the pillow, his body knew exactly what was going to come next.

She finally slipped off her heels, reaching to the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to swing her leg of head, one on each side of his face. His cheeks grew red at the sight of her bare pussy in front of his face, growing harder from the fact that she hadn't been wearing anything underneath her dress this whole time.

He quickly lunged forward, his hands wrapped around her thighs. As much as she didn't enjoy the feeling, she wasn't in the mood for his attitude and was still at full force on the reigns. She lifted herself higher, not letting his tongue taste her just yet. Y/N didn't waste time to swat his hands away. "What have I told you, Ethan? No touching until I say you can, okay?"

There was such a tenderness to her voice, it made him melt into the bed beneath him. His shook his head, curls bobbing as he looked eagerly at his next treat.

She finally began to lower herself onto him, rolling her hips along his face as she began to feel noises rip from her throat. She wasn't sure at first if it was coming from him or herself, it wasn't often that it was the latter. But something about the high mixed with her lust made her fall apart.

She placed herself a little higher on his face, his nose now rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her. He was lapping up everything he could, he began to thrust into the air behind him.

Y/N could feel herself coming undone, and even though she hated to admit it, she knew Ethan knew she was close. She felt him grin underneath her, and there she was pulling herself away from him.

His eyes grew wide once more and he reached to stop her, "Mommy, I'm sorry. I promise I'll behave, please just let me show you."

He had not know her intentions, she plopped off the bed before crawling back on a couple feet down so that she could once again straddle his bottom half. Her wet pussy rubbing its slick all over his throbbing cock.

She rolled her hips again, slowly and making sure to take it inch by inch as he began to shake even more vigorously than he did before. She couldn't help but giggle at the way his eyes were shut so tightly she could see them darting around underneath his eyelids.

Finally, she decided she had enough teasing and pulled his member into position so that she could sink down onto him. Bouncing up and down as she began to smile brightly and let her head fall back.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he filled her up perfectly, like two puzzle pieces specially made for one another. She let herself fall toward, hands on his toned chest. "Oh, baby boy, you can touch me now if you want. I can see how bad you are shaking."

For the first time in the whole night, he let out a load moan. His hands found their way to her hips, rising and falling as she did the same on his cock. He couldn't stop them now, his throat clenched around air as he choked out moan after moan.

She only started to bounce harder and faster, making him lose his mind even more. He didn't notice that tears were streaming down his face, he was letting out fresh sobs in between his moaning and whimpering. She looked down and relished in the fact that she was the reason for tears to be staining his pretty little face.

"Oh, you are so good for mommy, my pretty boy." She leaned down and kissed his tears before licking them off her lips. She knew he was finally reaching his high once again as his hips began to buck up into her.

As he did so, he had hit the very spot that always sent her over the edge. It wasn't long before both of them were riding out their highs together, her clenching around him and milking out each and every strand of cum that she can get out of him.

They both come back down, herself still positioned on top of him as if not to let any of his cum leak from her quite yet. He was finally starting to calm down, "Thank you, mommy. You always make me feel so good, I love you."

She leaned down and brush her lips against his, he opened his brown eyes and stared into hers which looked like they were made of eyes, but felt like they were full of warmth. She smirked, "I love you too, baby."

They could have stayed like that forever. But just as fast as they came, there was a pounding at the door.

Devon was on the other side, "Y/N! We have to get going, shits going down downstairs!" She yelled, knowing that both Ethan and Y/N would immediately compose themselves.

Y/N rummaging through a drawer in the room and finding a random pair of underwear to steal so that she could lose as little of his cum as possible as she was forced to leave from ecstasy earlier than she had planned.

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[psycholuvrgirl]

sweets! part I

ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]

summary: the blackmore students go to a costume party and ghostface comes back.

warnings: nsfw implications, mentions of murder

a/n: chapter one finally <3 i hope you all enjoy!

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“Hey, Ethan!”

The boy looks around the room, eyes landing on the smaller girl. Her short dress clings to her body and she has a little garter around her left thigh. It has a small heart on it and the band squeezes the fatty limb so it could fit. She’s covered in red -- her dress, the garter, her lips, and cheeks.

“Ethan!” she calls again. He blinks a little, snapping out of his little trance and smiling at her. She giggles, pushing through a few people to make her way next to him. Her bangles clap together as she bouncily walks over, and he wonders how those giant hoops are even comfortable weighing down her ears. “Do you like?” she asks, finally in front of him. She does a little twirl for him, Ethan’s eyes snapping down to the bottom of the dress for the split second her back is turned to him.

“Very nice,” he says, nodding in approval. She giggles and looks at his costume, furrowing her brows a little at it. She looks up at him, confusion written plainly across her expression. 

“I think I’m pretty obviously Betty Boop, but what the hell are you?” she asks, “A knight?”

“No-- Kind of. It’s the Brown Knight,” he explains. The girl scrunches her face, both unimpressed and still confused. “Chris Hawley? Murder Party?” 

She shakes her head and giggles, “I have no clue what you’re talking about, dork.”

He smiles a little at the nickname. Usually he would feel a little hurt by the jab, but she says it so endearingly that heat rises to his cheeks immediately. Her name is called by some girl in the distance and she’s quickly whisked away, but she makes sure to turn around and wave at him as she disappears into the crowd. 

“Not happening,” Chad says, walking up behind Ethan. The curly-headed boy turns to his roommate who’s shaking his head. “You stay away from her with your little puppy-dog eyes, alright?”

“What?” Ethan asks with a small, nervous chuckle. Chad shakes his head, pointing at Ethan.

“I know your tricks, alright?” Chad says, a little harsher. Ethan’s eyes widen momentarily, shaking his head.

“No, no, no,” Ethan says, “There’s no tricks, I swear. I’m just--”

Chad’s stern face fades into a smile, the boy leaning over with laughter. He looks up at Ethan, but he only laughs harder when he sees the other boy’s face.

“You should see yourself right now, man,” Chad laughs. Ethan anxiously joins in on Chad’s laughter. “Don’t worry, Landry, I’m not gonna hurt you or anything. Jesus, you looked terrified.”

“I kinda was,” Ethan mumbles, just loud enough so only he could hear it. Chad claps Ethan’s arm, shaking him a little bit.

“I’m just playing with you,” Chad says, calming down. “But seriously, stay away from her, Landry.”

“I will, I will,” Ethan says, hands up in surrender. He drops his arms back to his sides and tilts his head, “Why? Are you two…”

“No,” Chad says, shaking his head with an amused smile, “I just have to look out for her because nobody else will.”

“I’m back!” Winnie says through a sing-song voice . She peeks around Chad and he wraps an arm around her.

“Hey kid,” Chad says, looking down at her. He glances back up at Ethan, shooting him a look.

“And I brought you boys gifts,” she says, holding two shot glasses out to them. Ethan looks at Chad for permission and the bigger boy nods at him.

Ethan takes the small cup, “Where’s yours?”

“I don’t drink alcohol anymore,” she says, shaking her head. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle with a wink, “But I do drink cranberry juice.”

Chad furrows his brows, narrowing his eyes at the girl, “Excuse me?”

She looks up at him innocently, “Huh?”

Chad shakes his head, “Nevermind.” Winnie looks at Ethan for an answer, but the boy quickly looks away from her. Chad lifts his cups, “Hey, cheers to the dynamic duo of Hortense Tower, third floor, room 315. And Winnie.”

“And Winnie!” the girl cheers, her bottle tapping their shot glasses. She takes a sip of her juice and watches the boys. Chad downs the shot with a slight grimace, and Ethan immediately spits it back into the glass. She giggles at him, offering him her juice to wash it down. “Oh, man. Time to start making moves. Yeah, get you out there. Introduce you to some girls!” Chad says, nodding to a girl in a Harry Potter costume, “What about her?”

Instead of looking at the dancing girl, he looks at Winnie. Her eyes are locked onto the girl Chad is looking at. Her face is stoic, void of any emotion. Then like a switch she smiles, looking up at Ethan. He quickly looks over to the girl he should have been looking at the entire time.

“She’s gorgeous,” he says. He watches Winnie in his peripheral, her blinking is rapid for a moment and she forces the smile to stay on her face. Was she jealous?

“Great. Ask her out,” Chad says.

“No, I can’t,” Ethan chuckles nervously, glancing at Winnie momentarily. She’s now on her phone, clicking on the Instagram logo without a care for what was happening between the boys.

“Ask her out! Ask her out!” Chad chants. He looks at Winnie, “Tell him, Win.”

“What?” she says, angling her phone at her chest and looking up at them.

“You gotta have confidence,” Chad says, emphasizing the last word. He backs up to look at Ethan, “Plus, look at you, man! You’re a snack! Practically an entire meal all on your own.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re Ethan Landry,” Chad says, leaning an arm on Ethan. He turns to the girl, calling out to her. Ethan whispers Chad’s name, trying to stop him, but there’s no point. “My friend here, he’s a snack, right?”

She shrugs, her face not showing any sign of interest. She turns back to her friends who shake her head and laugh with her. Chad laughs at the girl’s reaction a little.

“What did that mean?” Ethan asks.

“No, it’s good. It’s good,” Chad says.

“What?”

“It’s not bad. There’s room for improvement!” Chad says.

“Well I think you’re a snack,” Winnie says, bumping Ethan with her arm. He looks down at her with a smile, but his next words are lost when he sees her lips wrapped around another sucker. It’s red, matching her costume, and her lipstick is staining the base of the stick. She licks the candy, bringing it back into her mouth.

“Thank you,” he breathes out, responding to the wide-eyed girl.

“Hey, big guy, you’re needed,” Anika says, popping around the corner to look at Chad. Chad pats Ethan’s chest, following Anika away from where they were.

“Come on,” Winnie says, taking Ethan’s hand into her own. She follows Chad, keeping a small distance between them. They settle in a doorway, watching Chad confront a guy on the staircase with Tara. Winnie puts herself close to Ethan, her back against his front. She looks up at him, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. Before she can say anything Chad drags the guy down from the staircase. Winnie gasps and Ethan wraps his arm around her, pulling her backwards as he steps out of the way.

The two boys push each other back and forth, shouting at one another. Their shouting ceases when Sam makes her way into the room, putting herself between them.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m just gonna tase you in the balls real quick,” she says, putting the taser exactly where she said she would. The crowd all gasps or grimaces, shocked by the scene in front of them. “Don’t ever lay hands on my sister.”

“Sam. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re stalking me now?” Tara says, approaching Sam. She shakes her head and walks off, pushing through the crowd. Sam follows behind her sister, and the rest of the group scrambles behind them.

“Wait,” Winnie says, grabbing Ethan’s arm. He slows down, falling behind the group with her. She pulls the hat that, in the haze of chasing after the arguing sisters, Anika gave to her off of her head. She tiptoes, messily placing on top of Ethan’s curls. “I really like you.”

“I like you too,” he says. She giggles at his words, looking down at her feet. She looks back up at him with her big, brown eyes. 

“I’ve just been having a lot of fun with you since I transferred here and--”

“Hey!” The two look over at the voice, a girl throwing a drink at Sam. “Murderer!”

The two groups get into a small argument, but naturally fades with the growing distance. Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Tara walk off. Sam stays where she is, fixing her top. Winnie wraps her arms around Ethan’s, sticking close to him after the outburst.

“Hey, I have tissues if you want tissues,” Ethan says as he approaches Sam. He pulls them out of his pocket, counting the pieces of soft paper. “I have, like, three tissues.”

Winnie giggles, but Sam seems less than amused. 

“You are aggressive,” Ethan laughs. Winnie rips the final piece of duct tape off of his sweater and giggles.

“I’m just trying to be helpful,” she says. Somebody pounds at the door heavily and the two look over, as if they can see through it to the culprit.

“You two better not be fucking in there,” Quinn shouts. The two let out hushed laughter, being quiet to worry the girl. “If you two are having sex on my bed I will throw up.”

“One second!” Winnie shouts. She rushes over to her discarded purse, grabbing her lipstick out and motioning for Ethan to lean down.

“What are you--” he whispers, but then the pigment is being rubbed on his lips. She grabs a tissue from Quinn’s nightstand, rubbing the red around his lips to smudge it and doing the same to herself.

“Are you guys actually having sex on my bed?” Quinn exclaims, her voice a little higher now. The doorknob rattles as Winnie looks over her work on Ethan’s lips. She perks up as an idea comes to mind.

“May I, uh,” she pauses, trying to find a nicer way to ask, “Can I kiss your neck?”

Ethan’s eyes widen, taken aback by the question. He quickly forces a calm demeanor that isn’t fooling anyone, nodding and leaning his head to the side. The girl presses messy and quick kisses to his neck, leaving a mix of smudges and clear kiss marks. 

She discards the messy lipstick tissue into her bag and grabs his hand, leading him out the door. Quinn’s eyes widen as she looks between the two. Her mouth falls open a little and she stutters, mouth opening and closing.

“Chad, your friends had sex in my bed!” Quinn exclaims, marching over to the living room. Winnie and Ethan follow behind closely, earning widened eyes from Mindy and Anika. Winnie shakes her head and rolls her eyes to signal it was fake, and the other girls nod, but continue to play along. The three continue through the house, making their way to Tara’s room. “You two better tell your frien-- Oh,” Quinn says, surprised when she sees the proximity of Tara and Chad. Winnie and Ethan widen their eyes, then smile at each other. “Did I cock-block you?”

“What did you just say?” Tara asks.

“I cock-blocked you,” Quinn says.

“No,” Chad says, still not looking at the doorway.

“I cock-blocked you, didn’t I?” Quinn asks.

“Immediate no.”

“Please stop saying the word cock,” Chad says, finally looking up. He quickly looks away from Quinn, his gaze falling on Winnie and Ethan. Their fingers are still intertwined, both of them covered in red lipstick. Winnie shakes her head, but Chad ignores it. He says a quick goodbye to Tara, walking out and towards the pair. Winnie squeals, pulling Ethan to run across the home. They make it to the living room and Winnie puts Ethan behind her.

“Chad it’s a joke,” she says, “No killing my friend, please.”

“I’ll kill him if I want--”

“Murder has struck two students from Blackmore University…”

The announcement grasps the attention of everyone in the room. All five teens perk up, looking at the TV. Mindy and Anika scramble for the remote, while the other three stand there for a second, too in shock to react.

“Go get Sam,” Winnie says. She looks up at Chad, “Sam! Now! Go!”

“Right, yeah,” Chad says, walking towards the door.

“Tara!” Winnie calls, making her way over and swinging the door open.

“What?” Tara asks, looking up from her phone with faux-annoyance. She observes the fear on her friend’s face, and the playful negativity wipes away, worry taking its place. “What?”

“News,” Winnie says. Tara immediately shoots up, both making their way to the living room. They watch the announcement in horror, Sam joining the group at some point.

“Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner.”

“Holy shit, that’s that chode from our Film Studies class! The one obsessed with Argento,” Mindy says. Winnie sighs, squeezing Ethan’s hand tighter for a second.

“...various Ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the Stab movie franchise.”

The group falls quiet for a moment, all looking at one another when the familiar name is mentioned.

“No,” Winnie cries quietly, trying to push herself further against Ethan. 

“Pack a bag. We leave in ten,” Sam says. A small argument ensues between the sisters as Chad kicks out ‘cute guy.’

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks quietly. She turns around in his lap, her legs now on the side of him. She twists her body the rest of the way to face him. That’s when he sees the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, dragging some of the black mascara down with it. Her lip quivers for a second and Ethan feels lost for a second, unsure of what to do.

“I can’t do this again,” she whispers, shaking her head. Ethan nods, pulling her into a hug -- the only thing he really can do. Mindy shoots him a suspicious glare, but doesn’t interfere with the moment. She cries into him for a minute, pulling away to wipe at her tears as she steadies her breathing.

“You three, back me up here,” Sam says, looking at the other ex-Woodsboro residents.

“It is a little bit…” Chad starts.

“Close to home,” Mindy finishes.

“Yeah, Tara,” Winnie shakes her head.

“That doesn’t count, Winnie thought the maintenance man was gonna kill her the other day,” Tara says.

“Chad and Mindy still agree that this is not a coincidence, Tara,” Sam says. Tara turns to Quinn, asking for help from her dad. She gets on her phone immediately, announcing that she’s calling him. Simultaneously, Sam’s phone begins ringing from the table. Everyone jumps a little, and Winnie hides herself in Ethan’s neck.

“Who is it?” Tara asks. Sam doesn’t answer her question, instead hitting the decline button. 

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asks.

“You gotta keep up, my dude,” Anika says, “If Pooh bear can read the situation, you should be able to too.”

Winnie pulls away from him, ���Can you walk me home? I don’t want to go alone.”

“Yeah,” Ethan nods, “Let’s go.”

The two gather their belongings and say their goodbyes. Chad and Mindy watch them carefully as they leave, peering out the window until they’re no longer in sight. Once they’ve created some distance between them and the building, Winnie reaches for Ethan’s hand.

“I’m really scared, Ethan,” she admits.

“I know.”

“I can’t go through this again. I barely survived the first time. I can’t… I can’t.” Her final words are said through a sob, the emotion shaking her entire body. She stops where she’s standing, hiding her face behind one arm. Ethan does the only thing he can, again, and pulls her into him.

“Hey, listen to me,” he says, squeezing her body close to his. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“You don’t get it Ethan,” she says, crying harder, “It doesn’t matter that you say that! If Ghostface wants to kill me they will. They won’t stop till-- Till they’re dead or till they win.”

“Look at me,” Ethan says. He puts some space between their bodies, but keeps his hold on her arms. She looks at him through her tear-filled eyes. He holds her gaze for a moment, the quiet blanketing the moment. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

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[prettybabybaby]

Dark!Ethan x reader where she’s dressed as a princess for the Halloween party without knowing Ethan would dress as a cardboard knight. Maybe he comes to her rescue when a guy at the party won’t leave her alone and she jokingly calls him her knight in shining armor and kisses his cheek as a thank you but Ethan thinks he deserves more than just a friendly kiss.

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: noncon, dark!virgin!ethan, fem!reader

¡ scream masterlist !

ethan shudders as he sinks into you, the muscles in his arms flexing as he covers your mouth with one hand and holds your wrists over your head with the other. your eyebrows cinch and your eyes water, your tongue poking at his palm in a weak attempt to get him to release you.

the cardboard and cheap tule of your dress make an ugly noise as they brush against each other as a result of ethan’s stuttering hips. you look up at him, anika’s red bucket hat replaced the duck taped helmet on his head, taming his curls. his lip is tucked between his teeth, a long groan growing higher as your traitorous cunt clenches around his pulsing length.

the memories flashed behind ethan’s eyes, feeling so far away despite only taking place no more than ten minutes prior. the featherlight touch of your lips on his cheek fleeting as if you couldn’t wait to get away from him. as if you were repulsed by the short lived contact. this time he wouldn’t let you walk away.

years of being your dutiful little protector needed to come to end and your debt needed to be paid. he was good to you, so good, and you took advantage of him. he could see that now.

he had dreamt of your slick walls choking his sensitive cock, trapping him inside your warmth, milking him dry until you were stuffed full of his seed. a white stream of his purity trickling out of your abused hole when he finally pulled out of you.

you are his first, just like you were supposed to be.

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[wekiamo]

still love you pt. 2

heyy finally part 2! 😭 sorry for the wait. anyways i’m glad y’all like the fic! reblogs are appreciated and requests are totally welcome!

warnings: swearing, murdering, stabbing, blood, fluff! if something’s missing tell me in the comments

you screamed.

“[NAME], NO!” tara screamed even louder than you did. she started to cry even more. you couldn’t die, you and sam were one of the most important things in her life. you were always there for her and she was always there for you, you both had some kind of sister connection. you always had so much fun, you loved deep conversations - actually, you loved anything that made you spend more time with each other. you could never lose her and she could never lose you. was she losing you right now? that’s one thing she would NEVER want in her life, ever.

while tara was still screaming for your name, denying that you were dead, sam had covered her mouth and started sobbing. sam couldn’t even think of ever losing you, that she’d panic. she can’t imagine a life without your jokes, without cooking a new recipe with you every day with the same playlist going on, without crying on your shoulder and you crying on hers, without holding hands with you everytime she gets nervous.

“her screams were way better than i thought, i bet you had your fun, huh? great job, son” bailey praised as ethan came back from the dark room, alone.

ethan nodded and smirked in response.

“we were having a little fun. wanna join?” quinn asked, walking to stand beside sam and tara so he could see them - sam with blood in her arms and tara with blood in her cheeks.

“no thanks, i think we’ve had fun enough, haven’t we?” the tall boy looked at his father, then his sister, making bailey nod - quinn was not satisfied at all, she wanted to tease and hurt them more before actually killing them, but she tilted her head in agreement.

“so, tara” bailey started, walking towards the girl whose expression was totally readable - a mixed feeling of anger and sadness. “how do you want to die? would you rather get stabbed in the mouth, the neck, the eye-“

“fuck you” she said almost whispering between sobs.

“oh you liked the last option, tara? wanna be stabbed in the eye?” he chuckled. “fine”.

tara could not stop crying. it was just all too much for her.

“what about you, sam? how do you want to die?” quinn looked at the girl, tilting her head

she didn’t respond, she only stared. she looked at each one of them, starting with tara, then bailey, then quinn, and stopped at ethan.

“motherfucker you don’t even have the RIGHT to ignore my questions” quinn yelled at sam then slapped her hard.

oh how sam wanted to jump on her and make her scream so loudly that anyone in this city could hear, but she couldn’t. not right now. sam was getting more and more out of control - if she could get away with this situation, she’d kill them, ALL OF THEM, brutally.

“how do you think it was to get a phone call and acknowledge that my son was fucking murdered? huh?” bailey grabbed sam by her neck roughly, making the girl unable to breathe “he died in YOUR hands. now you’re going to fucking pay for this and for all we’ve suffered” he got his hands off of her

“he was crazy, him and his pathetic girlfriend went on a killing spree because of a FUCKING MOVIE. he was so useless he didn’t even get to kill more than one person ” sam laughed “he deserved to die. but you guys are all insane too, just like him”

“ENOUGH” quinn raised her arm with her knife, about to stab sam’s neck when you stepped in

“get the fuck away from her. NOW” you said, pointing a gun to her, holding it with both of your hands. you were far from them.

“what the fuck?” ethan turned to you, looking genuinely confused.

“[name], you’re alive!” tara said with a tone of relief in a slight grin, unable to completely smile due to what’s happening now

“you’re just like your brother, aren’t you,you little shit?” sam asked not waiting for a response, looking at ethan “thank god you’re alive, [name]. you’re just in time” she continued

“what the fuck is happening here, isn’t she supposed to be dea- HEY” tara took the knife out of quinn’s hands and grabbed her by the shoulder, stabbing her in the chest. “what happened quinn? why so quiet, bitch?” tara teased. “i’m gonna fuck you up” quinn said, falling down to the floor quickly.

“weapons down, bailey” now you were pointing the gun to him

sam was gone. you didn’t mind where she was going, because you knew well she was coming back for her revenge.

you were now getting closer and closer to bailey, gun still pointed at him. “lost another poor little baby, didn’t you?” bailey’s face was covered in fear, and he didn’t know what to do now. “how sad is that?” you teased him, pouting your lips

“you’re going to pay for everything. first richie and then quinn? double the price now” he said, looking obviously furious by seeing another child of him get killed, but this time right in front of him. that made him even more angry

“oh, am i? how?”

“behind you, kid”

you did not even turn to see what was going on behind you, but you could hear someone’s steps getting closer and closer.

bailey started smiling like a crazy psychopath. well, he was one. “it’s over for you now” he said, and you turned your head to see someone in a ghostface costume standing beside you.

“no, i think its over for you.”

“what-”

in no time, he was getting stabbed everywhere. arms, legs, chest…

repeatedly. and he didn’t stop screaming in pain. he was screaming like a fucking baby. not he knows what it feels like to be stabbed in his own skin. that goes on for almost a whole minute.

until it stops. and the person in the ghostface costume unmasks - sam.

“my dad is a serial killer. but you know, i’m better than this”

“thank you, thank you” bailey, still alive somehow, thanked sam with blood visible all over his body. it even made you pity him for a second, seeing him all bloody.

tara was now standing beside you too. she gave sam a look you didn’t really understand at first, then tilted her head.

“i think you liked that last option more than tara did” sam said before stabbing him in the eye. now you understood. she got her revenge, once again. she had a relieved look in her face, and you did too.

“cool” tara said with a slight grin, once again.

suddenly, quinn got up and started running in your direction. you quickly turned to ethan and threw your gun at his hands, and

ethan shot quinn in the head.

“aw man, i wanted to do it this time again” tara said in frustration, remembering how she shot amber

“ethan, you’re with us?”

“yes, and i’m so sorry for everything - i was forced to do everything and i tried to convince them not to do any of this, but it wasn’t my choice.” the boy said, frowning “please trust me”

sam and tara looked at each other, then they looked at you”

“i guess it’s true girls, we can trust him”

ethan smiled softly, getting closer to the three of you.

“why did you kill anika? and chad? you could’ve told quinn and bailey you didn’t get to kill anika and chad, and let them go” tara said still mad and untrustful of him

“i didn’t kill anika. that was my dad, and again, im very sorry. about chad, i dont think he’s dead. i was very careful with the knife”

“are you sure?”

“yes. we can go look for him”

“you’re not the ethan we know. where’s the super awkward ‘am i gonna die a virgin’ weirdo?” sam asked and they all laughed.

you looked at him, he looked down at you.

he grabbed you by the chin and leaned in to kiss you. it was passionate and genuine. you felt comfortable in his touch and started playing with his perfect curly hair - someting you knew he loved - and still seems to love.

“i love you, [name]. i’m sorry you had to go through all of this”

“i love you too ethan” you said, kissing him back.

“ew. anyways, let’s go and look for chad!” tara said, and sam followed.

you and ethan were still kissing. for a moment, you forgot how much of a good kisser he was.

“you’re still good at this” you said, pulling away from the kiss

“i know, honey” he joked, and you both laughed. “now let’s go with them”

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

More Than This // Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry*

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: ethan landry is completely and totally hopelessly in love with you. the only problem? you're in a happy relationship with his roommate and best friend, chad.

warnings: language, a shit ton of angst, crying, smut, a wee bit of voyerism, masturbating (m), cumming in pants, yelling, ethan having impure thoughts about reader

word count: 3.1k

a/n: reader is referred to as girlfriend, but there's nothing specifically mentioned about gender other than that. no description of reader, other than being mentioned as shorter than chad. chad and reader are dating. there isn't any relationship going on between reader and ethan. no ghostface au. also this is my first time writing smut in a while so i hope it's alright!

part 2 part 3

I'm broken, do you hear me?

I'm blinded, 'cause you are everything I see

I'm dancing alone, I'm praying

That your heart will just turn around

Ethan frowned as he looked over at you and Chad. The two of you were dancing together with your matching cowboy and cow onesie costumes, and you couldn’t have looked happier. Your arms were wrapped around Chad’s neck and his hands were placed on your waist. Ethan watched as Chad whispered something to you that made you giggle, and he felt his heart ache. He wanted to be the one you danced with, the one to hold you close, the one who would make you laugh.

But you were dating his roommate. And Chad was Ethan’s best friend, he’d never want to hurt him, but all Ethan could think about was you. He could never escape you. Even if he wasn’t thinking about you, you were still there. You and Chad went almost everywhere together, and you were always over at their dorm. Just constantly seeing you and Chad being happy together made Ethan’s pain that much worse.

And as I walk up to your door

My head turns to face the floor

'Cause I can't look you in the eyes and say

Ethan stared at the text he had written to you, his finger hovering over the send button. He kept writing the same message over and over, pouring out his feelings to you, but he could never bring himself to send them. He was too scared. He knew there was no way that you could possibly return his feelings, and telling you how he felt would only set him up for more heartbreak. You were with Chad, and you were happy. Who was Ethan to get in the way of that?

And besides, he couldn’t do that to Chad. Sometimes Ethan felt that Chad was the only friend he had, he didn’t want to risk losing him over his stupid infatuation with you. Ethan sighed, deleting the text and shutting his phone. He huffed, leaning back against the pillows on his bed, deciding to wallow in self pity instead of fucking everything up by confessing. 

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

Ethan heard the door to his dorm open and shut, giggling and whispers following the noise. Great. You and Chad were back from your date. It was nights like these that Ethan couldn’t be more grateful that his dorm had separate bedrooms. At least he wasn’t forced to see you and Chad being all lovey dovey, that would just feel like the two of them rubbing salt in his never healing wound. 

The door to Chad’s bedroom was flung open, and Ethan heard you laugh again. He smiled slightly to himself, the beautiful noise cheering him up a bit. But that newfound happiness was short lived, because he knew what came next. Walking over to his desk, Ethan searched for his noise canceling headphones, but they were nowhere to be found. He cursed to himself when he remembered he had lent them to Anika so she could focus better while trying to study. Just great. Now he had nothing to block out the sounds of you and Chad. This was going to be a long night.

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this

Can love you more than this

Ethan laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, willing himself to fall asleep. Unfortunately, he was still wide awake. He didn’t even know how long it’s been, but you and Chad were still going at it like rabbits. Chad’s headboard continually slammed against the wall, the banging ruining any chance Ethan had of sleeping. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part about Ethan’s current situation was you.

The walls in their dorm were incredibly thin, allowing for sounds to be heard from the other side easily. Ethan could hear you moaning out Chad’s name over and over again, along with your other whines and whimpers. It was all Ethan could focus on. You sounded so… hot. Usually he had his noise canceling headphones on, blocking out all the sounds you and Chad make. But now that he could hear you, he regretted ever using those stupid headphones in the first place. 

Before he could even realize what was happening, Ethan was hard. He whimpered softly as he felt his throbbing erection continue to grow each time you moaned. He felt guilty about feeling like this, especially since you were currently fucking his best friend, but his overwhelming need made his guilt almost disappear. 

He pulled the blankets off of him, and brought his hand down to his hard on, grinding his palm against it. He whimpered in relief at the feeling, speeding up his movements, practically humping his hand. Was he really doing this? Getting off to his best friend’s girlfriend’s moans? He felt dirty. Perverted. But somehow, that made this all the more exciting.

Ethan continued, grinding his palm down against his clothed cock, while his hips bucked up in tandem. He closed his eyes, imagining that you were the one touching him, and that he was the one getting you to make those incredible noises. Ethan bit his lip, struggling to hold in his moans. He was getting closer and closer. Then, he heard you through the wall.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, m’ cumming! Fuck…” you trailed off into a high pitched whine.

Ethan opened his eyes when he felt a growing wet spot on his hand. He looked down and saw that he just came in his pants from hearing you finish. Great. Just great. He was supposed to be getting over you. And this was definitely not helping. 

If I'm louder, would you see me?

Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?

'Cause we are the same, you save me

But when you leave, it's gone again

“Hey Ethan!” you said cheerily, sitting down next to him in the cafeteria.

“Hey…” he mumbled, his face flushing red as he looked away from you, the memories of what he had done last night still present in his mind.

You scrunched your face up in confusion when you saw how red Ethan looked. You immediately placed the back of your hand on his forehead, concern present on your face.

“Are you feeling alright? You look really red,” you asked, gently touching his forehead and cheeks to see if he had a fever.

Ethan felt himself blush even harder, the feeling of your hand on his face making his skin tingle and his head spin. He quickly shook his head and pulled away slightly, not wanting to develop another situation because of you. 

“No, I’m- I’m fine. Maybe just a little sunburnt is all.”

You pouted. “You really should wear sunscreen, Ethan. It’s not healthy if you don’t.”

Ethan nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ethan was about to say something else, when Chad approached and sat down next to you, instantly taking your attention away from him. You smiled widely at Chad, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek.

“Hi baby! I missed you,” you said, a lovestruck look in your eyes.

Chad smiled back, looking equally infatuated with you. “I missed you too babe.”

Ethan grumbled to himself, the display of affection the two of you shared only making him long for you even more.

And then I see you on the street

In his arms, I get weak

My body fails, I'm on my knees, praying

It was movie night and Sam and Tara’s place, a weekly tradition that Mindy forcefully makes everyone participate in. Ethan sat by himself in a chair next to the couch, while you and Chad were curled up together in the loveseat across from him. Everyone else had piled onto the couch, or the floor in front of it. Mindy grabbed the remote and excitedly started some horror movie that she’s been adamant about making everyone watch. But Ethan could barely bring himself to pay attention.

He kept his gaze on you and Chad, squished close together as Chad buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and trying to comfort him from the scary images on the screen. Despite how scared your boyfriend was, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked, your six foot tall boyfriend clinging to his much smaller girlfriend for protection.

Ethan tried to watch the movie, he really did, but all he could think about was how badly he wished it was him that you were holding instead of Chad. No matter what he did, Ethan couldn’t get over you. He had almost given up on trying at this point. He was hopelessly in love with you. And he would just have to deal with that. 

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

The movie finally ended, and Ethan managed to force himself to pay attention to the second half of the movie. He was definitely confused about the plot, and had absolutely no idea what happened, but at least he stopped staring at you and Chad like some creep.

“Aw, guys look!” Anika said, pointing to the loveseat you and Chad were on.

The two of you had fallen asleep, Chad curled up in your arms. The sight of you and Chad sleeping together so peacefully, so happily, it just made the heartache and longing he felt for you that much worse. Because he knew he would never get to be with you like that. He would never get to be the one to fall asleep in your arms, the one you protected from scary movies, the one you held close. No matter how badly he wished and prayed to be yours, he knew that it would never happen.

Sam stood up from the couch and grabbed a blanket, placing it over you and Chad. She smiled down at the two of you warmly, the sight just so incredibly adorable.

“They’re so cute together,” she said, smiling to herself as she walked back to the couch.

“I know!” Tara added, swooning over how perfect you and Chad looked together. “It’s like they were meant to be.”

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this

Ethan couldn’t take it anymore, seeing you and Chad sleeping in each others’ arms, hearing all his friends fawn over how cute you and Chad were. It was all too much. He felt his heart shatter and his eyes welled up with tears. He blinked forcefully, trying to stop them from falling.

Ethan stood up, starting to head towards the door. “I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm for the night. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Anika frowned. “You’re not staying? I thought we were all sleeping over here tonight?”

“Yeah, you always stay. What’s going on?” Mindy added. 

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like it tonight.”

Quinn furrowed her brows in confusion. “It doesn’t seem like nothing. Is something bothering you?”

Ethan huffed in frustration. “Nothing’s bothering me. Just drop it.”

Before anyone could respond, he was already out the door.

I've never had the words to say

But now I'm asking you to stay

For a little while inside my arms 

“Hey, man. Where were you last night? Mindy said you left early and that you seemed all upset about something,” Chad said, sitting down in the desk next to Ethan.

Ethan shook his head. “She’s overreacting. Nothing’s bothering me. I… I just had this paper to work on last night that I forgot about. That’s it,” Ethan replied, hoping his excuse didn’t sound as shitty as he thought it did.

Chad looked skeptical but brushed it off. “Alright. Well, hope you got it done in time then.”

“Thanks,” Ethan said, a forced smile on his face.

Chad looked like he wanted to say something else, but their professor walked in and began talking, gaining Ethan’s attention. Chad wanted to press for more, he felt like there was something Ethan wasn’t telling him. But now probably wouldn’t be the best time, especially since he seemed so tense about whatever it was. Maybe he could get you to ask Ethan about it later. Ethan always seemed so much calmer when you were around. 

And as you close your eyes tonight 

I pray that you will see the light

That's shining from the stars above

And I say

“Ethan! Hey, wait up!” you shouted, running to catch up to Ethan who was on the other side of the quad.

Ethan’s head perked up when he heard your voice, and he stopped walking, waiting for you to reach him. A few moments later, you stood by Ethan’s side, your hands on your knees and you panted from your jog over. You held up a finger to Ethan, asking him to give you a minute as you caught your breath. 

“You alright?” Ethan asked, a smile growing on his face.

You nodded, slowly beginning to breathe normally. “Yep. Just wasn’t prepared to run that much. I’m- I’m fine.” You finally managed to calm your breathing, and smiled at Ethan to prove you were really okay.

“So, why’d you just sprint across the quad? Did you miss me that much, or did you need something?” Ethan asked, laughing to himself slightly.

“Uhm, yeah actually. I needed to talk to you. It’s about last night.”

Ethan’s smile faltered. “What about it?”

“Chad wanted me to ask you about what happened. He told me that you said you forgot about a paper, but I know that’s not true. You’re too insanely organized to forget an assignment. So, what happened? Why’d you bail?”

Ethan shook his head, turning to walk away. “I’m not talking about this right now.”

You huffed and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. “Ethan, I’m worried about you. We all are. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t!” Ethan said, his voice slightly louder.

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

“Why not? I’m here for you Ethan, we all are. Just let me in. I want to help you.”

Ethan turned his head and looked at the ground, not wanting to look into your eyes. If he looked into your eyes right now, he knew his resolve would crumble, and all of the feelings that he’d been holding back would all come spilling out.

“I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t get it. You can’t help me,” Ethan said, his voice growing quieter as he felt your gaze stay trained on him.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to make him look at you again. What was once just a minor concern about whatever happened at the sleepover now grew into a full blown panic. You had never seen Ethan like this. So small, so fragile. He had seemed so put together, having everything under control. But seeing him like this, you couldn’t help but feel your heart break. He looked so sad. So scared. And you hated it. 

“Try me. Please. Let me in. Whatever you’re dealing with, you can’t do it on your own. Don’t push me away. I know we aren’t the closest, but I do consider you a friend. And I care about you. So please, just tell me what’s wrong. Don’t let yourself suffer by trying to deal with it all on your own.”

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

“Fine, you want me to tell you?” Ethan said, finally looking into your eyes.

You nodded. “I really want you to.”

Ethan huffed, rubbing his eyes with his fists in frustration. “I- I want to tell you. I really do. But if I say this, I can’t take it back. I don’t want to ruin everything. I don’t want to lose you.”

You frowned, stepping closer to him. “You won’t ruin anything. Just please, tell me. Let me in, Ethan.”

“I’m in love with you, okay?!” Ethan shouted, squeezing his eyes shut, terrified of how you would react.

“What…?” you asked, your eyes wide in shock. 

“I’ve loved you since the day I first met you. Which sucks, because you’re with Chad, and I know you don’t feel the same. But I’ve been suffering every single time I see you with him. I wish that was me. I want to be the one that you love. I want to be the one you’re with. And I know it’s wrong, I know I can never have you like that. But- I- I just-,” Ethan trails off, his rambling cut off by his own panic. 

And then Ethan does the unthinkable. He kisses you.

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

Once he realized what he had done, he pulled away. He was too panicked to realize that you had kissed back. You looked up at Ethan, your eyes wide in shock and confusion. You had no idea what you were feeling, emotions swirling and exploding inside of you. But Ethan interpreted your expression as disgust and hate. He looked at you guiltily, slowly backing away.

“I’m sorry. I- I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know why I- I’m so sorry,” Ethan said, his eyes wide as he took another step backwards.

“Ethan…” you said, your expression softening when you saw how terrified he looked.

“No- I- I shouldn’t have…” Ethan said, turning around and running off, not wanting to have to face you another second. 

“Ethan, wait! Ethan…” you called after him, but he didn’t turn around. 

“Wait…” you said softly, trailing off when he finally faded from view. 

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this

Can love you more than this

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