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BEHIND THE NERD - ETHAN LANDRY

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Scrap from Halloween bc it felt like a crime to leave this in my drafts :(, first time using a laptop for tumblr and holy moly I loveee it! Also be on the lookout for arcane posts! Use my inbox if you have any ideas on what I should write for scream or arcane

Content Warining!!: slasher!ethan x fem!reader, reader and Ethan are already dating, stalking, obsession, kind of manipulative, hickeys, fingering, fem getting eaten out, making out

The sound of chatter rang outside of your window. Your eyes opened as you jolted up, looking out of the window to see your boyfriend Ethan with a smile on his face. What is he doing up? You shyly walked over to the window, embarrassed of him seeing you in your pajamas. “Ethan what are you doing here?” You asked concerned, but all Ethan does is laugh.

“Cmon baby let me innn, please?” He asks with a whine. You were slightly taken aback, Ethan had never been like this before but you let him in. “What’s wrong babe, you’re acting funny” you ask a little more worried this time as Ethan climbs into your room. “Nothing I just missed you” he says, his tall figure being illuminated by the moon, outlining each and every one of his muscles through his shirt.

Ethan makes his way over to you, holding your jaw in place as he kissed you roughly. You gasp, pushing him back a bit by his chest. “Seriously Ethan what’s up?” You ask more seriously this time, making him groan. “Nothing babe I just-“ he stops seeing you look down at his pants, a prominent bulge in them. You blush harshly, seeing Ethan now choking on his words.

“I- I uhm…missed you..” he mumbled, putting his hands in his pockets. You both stand there awkwardly for a moment before you lean in and kiss him again. Ethan’s slightly surprised but doesn’t waste any time, kissing as rough as he was before, putting his hands on your hips pulling you against him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling something cold on the sleeve of his shoulder. You pull away from the kiss opening your eyes to see blood on his shirt.

“Babe- what is-“ he cuts you off. “Don’t worry it’s not mine” he says before pulling you back in with more lust. He pushes you harder against him as he plops you both on the bed, placing you in his lap. You groan, feeling the tent harden in his pants. “Ugh look what you do to me” Ethan says in between kisses. Ethan pulls away to look at you.

“God you’re so perfect..” he says nervously before taking your shirt off. You’re a little surprised but not upset, you’d always wanted to see if Ethan would ever get dirty with you. Ethan groans as he slides your shirt fully off, throwing on the floor next to your bed. He then takes his shirt off before connecting your lips again. You groan as you feel him touch your bare stomach with his hands, caressing you gently.

Ethan huffs, moving his mouth down to your neck and chest, kissing and sucking wherever he could find. You moan, throwing your head back. He reacts to this by licking and long stripe from your chest to your jaw. He quickly unclasps your bra with a gasp, taking in the sight before purposefully bouncing you in his lap.

You moan, feeling his erection in his pants touch your clothed pussy. Your tits perfectly bouncing in Ethan’s face as he bounces you, making him groan. You were just too perfect to him. Ethan practically throws you down onto the bed, you let out a sound of surprise before Ethan gets off the bed, leaning on the edge as he lovingly, but tightly grabs your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

You squirmed in impatience. Ethan moaned at this neediness you were showing. “The more you squirm the longer I make you wait” he said darkly. You whined but tried to stop yourself from moving. “Very good” he cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your stomach giving you chills. Ethan slowly reached out to you, grabbing the waistband of your shorts pulling them down.

He threw the shorts down, bending down as you were now just in your underwear. It is now eerily quiet as Ethan lowers his face to you, feeling his warm breath along your clothed pussy. You whimper excitedly, aching for him to do more.

Ethan smirks, slowly pulling down your underwear, groaning at the sight of you fully bare. “Holy shit…you really are perfect..” he says as he looks at you. Before he can give you time to react to his words he shoves a finger into you, making you almost scream. You look up at him desperately as he just stares, fascinated with you.

He quickly snaps back to reality, putting another finger in you before curling in and out of you. “How interesting..” he mumbles as he quickens his speed. You moan bucking your hips as he keeps speeding up mercilessly. Ethan huffs as he sees your hips go up in the air, loosing every bit of control he has.

His fingers continue to ram into you at an alarming speed. You see Ethan’s arms flexing from all of the force he is putting into you, sending an electric feeling throughout your entire body. Ethan looks at you lovingly as you dig your nails into his back, almost like he’s enjoying how you cope with him doing this to you. “God this is better than the millions of times I thought it was like” he says, leaning into you, his lips slightly ghosting over your ear.

You moan again, finding a release in his words. Ethan whimpers as he pulls his fingers out of you, covered in your juices. He looks down at his glistening fingers for a moment before sucking on them, making eye contact with you. You grunt, watching his tongue gliding over his fingers.

He then ducks down, placing his elbows on the edge of the bed, kissing the soft skin of your legs and upper thighs. You gasp at his kisses, your knuckles gripping at the bedsheets. Ethan smirks, his hands rubbing your legs as he looks up at you. “So beautiful…” he mumbles, taking in the way you look in this very moment.

He continues to stare for a little longer before placing his face right above your entrance. You moan, feeling his warm breath sweeping through your walls. He quickly latched his mouth to your entrance, his tongue slipping up your walls making your hips buck.

He hummed, his lips kissing your soft cunt. His kisses making you weak, desperately moaning as his mouth tastes you. His tongue dances around your bud, having no mercy as he sucks on the sensitive spot. You moan loudly, your senses overcome with pleasure as he continues to use his mouth against you, his hands caressing you ever now and again.

He chuckles, watching the affect his mouth has over you, quickening his speed. You gasp at the sudden change in speed, your hands moving to clutch his hair as you adjust to the more intense levels of pleasure he was bringing you. As he continues you can feel him groaning into you, the vibrations making your breath catch in your throat.

You grip his hair harder as he sucks and licks at your cunt, sending you over the edge once more, the second organism violently pulsing through your body, causing your legs to shake with pleasure. Ethan's face comes back up, covered in cum and other bodily juices, the sight of him making your heart quicken.

He licks his hands thoroughly, making sure to taste all of you before wiping his face as he leans down to kiss you tenderly. "you taste so sweet" he mumbles against your lips making you chuckle slightly. After a few minutes of kissing he climbs on top of you, laying his head on your shoulder as he pulls the covers over both of you, concealing your naked form from the cold.

He lays with you, closing his eyes. "Ethan?" you ask, staring at him. "hm?" he responds, his eyebrows lifting in concern, leaving his eyes closed as he listens to you. "What's up with the blood on you're shirt?" you ask, the question had been lingering in the back of your head since he sunk in.

Ethan groans, his brows furrowing as he speaks, still keeping his eyes closed as he pulls you a bit closer. "some guy at work got hurt, I helped him, he's fine end of story" you lean into him, not fully believing him but dropping the topic for now and falling asleep in your boyfriends arms, he'd never hurt anyone.

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[webbluvrsugar]

hi! i absolutely adore your writing omgg

if it’s not too much trouble i was thinking maybe ethan landry x fem reader and continuing with that dynamic of the dom gf + sub bf in public but vice versa in bed? LOTS of size kink (if you’re comfortable writing it ofc) and maybe some degradation from ethan? ugh that would just be sooo 😩😩😩

tysm in advance, no rush in writing, and don’t forget to eat and drink water!!

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a/n: guyyys it’s official!! I have my first emoji anon <333 and of course bae, tyyy sm!!!

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﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ casual dominance with Ethan in and out of bed

Outside of bed, it’s like you both have your roles assigned to each other, you take complete dominance, you ask him to do simple thing you could do like — carry your books, your purse and even cleaning your shared dorm for weeks and weeks without stopping, it was something he found particularly annoying, specially when you basically did nothing compared to him.

“Babe, do you think you can wash those dishes for me?” You’d ask the taller man in front of you, standing right next to the sink.

“Can’t you do them? You’re already close and I’m kinda busy right now.” He mutters, focuses on whatever project he’s working in his computer, slightly nibbling on his thumb.

“Come on… you always do them for me.” You say in indignation, crossing your arms and huffing before you sit down on the couch.

“Yeah but I’ve been doing them for weeks, and again, I’m busy.”

It almost serves as a warning, and by now, you’d stop, you’d do your own dishes yourself, but you really can’t find it in you to stop when you just want him to do one simple chore. — Why can’t he do them anyways? He’s not that busy, is he?

“Ethan are you serious? It’s like two dishes and you spend all your time in that computer, you can spare some time to do it for me, it’s not that difficult.”

See, that’s what does it for him, because he finally stops what he’s doing to look back at you, raising a brow as if daring you to keep acting that way, and when you do say something else, it doesn’t take more than two seconds for him to toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.

He’s on top of you — all over you the way he likes it, fucking some sense into you with some quick and hard thrusts, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other gently holds your waist.

“This is just what you needed, huh?” He scoffs. “Some dick so you can finally learn to stop bothering me and do your own shit.”

You don’t respond, instead, you press your eyes shut while one hand paws at the one at your throat, moaning as you try to make him let go.

“Uh-uh, you’re gonna learn your lesson, you’re gonna learn that when I say no, it means — I’m fucking busy.” He groans.

He squeezes your neck a little tighter, bring his other hand down and slightly fiddles with your clit, loose and messy movements that somehow do get you closer.

“And after this —“ he breathes, leans down to whisper on your neck. “You’re gonna wash your fucking dishes.”

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[mxltifxnd0m]

i just need a dorky nerdy man with brown hair and big brown eyes to be my boyfriend PLEASE

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

if requests are open… i beg of you, the ethan writer…. to please write something about ethan being a certified munch… like you can’t tell me he doesn’t eat pussy for a SPORT. sure he’d love you to sit on his face but… i can just imagine him folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you

A/N : Hii ! <3 I loooove your request so much, it just SCREAMS Ethan Landry to me, this man would happily die between your legs if it means he can eat your pussy for hours and make you cum multiple times !! 🤤🖤 Please tell me if I did justice to your request and you know where to find me if you want other Ethan’s fics 😘✨

Ethan Landry lives for eating you out as he loves giving the sweetest pleasure to your pussy…or is it his ?

❦ Even though Ethan Landry is inexperienced when he first starts eating you out, your boyfriend would improve so quickly because of two simple reasons. First, because Ethan wants to do things right and would absolutely listen to your advice when he asks you what feels good or not, taking mental notes of which spot makes you moan the loudest and which pace makes you cum the fastest. Secondly, because Ethan wants - need - to eat you out so frequently that he, anyway, grew to be very good at it.

❦ Ethan would definitely leave hickeys on your inner thighs before he even touches you pussy, his head nicely snuggled between your thighs as he nips, bites, licks and kisses your skin that will show his marks, only for him to know who you really belong to.

❦ He would then press his fingers on your pussy, his thumb rubbing on your clit through the pretty lace material of your panties that he offered you a few days ago, teasing you as Ethan feels the wetness dampen the fabric underneath his fingertips and proudly smiles when he realizes that he can work you up this nicely by barely touching you.

❦ Ethan would also always, and I say always, kiss your pussy through your panties before starting to eat you out, almost like he’s greeting your little cunny like the sweet boyfriend he is.

❦ This man could die between your thighs and he would be the happiest man ever. He would literally overstimulate your pussy for hours because Ethan cannot even realize how long he’s been giving you pleasure and he doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel good and…Ethan also gets excited just by eating you out.

❦ In fact, Ethan would get so painfully hard from pleasing you only with his mouth that he would start humping the bed to get some relief, cumming in his pants a few times seeing how much he’s desperate for you, and only you, making his head spin with pleasure.

❦ I also believe that Ethan’s hair is quite sensitive and with how much you would be pulling on his curly strands when he gives you orgasm one after the other, Ethan would whine, moan and grunt so much against your pussy, creating the most delicious vibrations against your sensitive clit.

❦ If you try to remove his head from your pussy (and if it’s still consensual of course), you won’t have any chance against his strength, his head won’t budge away from you. Nothing will stop Ethan if he isn’t finished with you yet and he will pin you down with his free hand by pressing against your tummy if he has to.

❦ Ethan will also bite your thighs if you contain your sounds of pleasure, he doesn’t want that and absolutely won’t let you do it. Ethan relishes in the way you so beautifully moan his name, whine in a pitched tone when you’re close to your climax and when you softly tell Ethan that you love him between soft whimpers after he overstimulated you.

❦ If he eats you out from behind or when you sit on his face, Ethan makes sure to grab handfuls of your ass while your thighs tremble and shake under his sweet indecent ministrations.

❦ Hell, this man would even eat you out at school between classes when Ethan really can’t wait to have you alone for himself. Ethan would take you to the restroom and press you against the wall as he kneels before going down on you. His head would be snuggled between your thighs as you look down to find his filthy gaze not leaving yours until he can hear you moan his name while you cream on his tongue. It simply feels like heaven to Ethan.

❦ Your boyfriend will even eat you out just to get rid of his stress, as Ethan paws at your skirt and then sliding his hand underneath it to caress the lace of your panties, after you both came back home from a long tiring day. « Please baby… I’m stressed, just need to eat you out real quick… I’ll be good… Can I ? », Ethan pleads you as he nuzzles your pulsating neck with his cold nose, pressing encouraging kisses there.

❦ Ethan feels immensely proud about giving you such pleasure only with his mouth and to hear those sweet sounds of yours mixed with little cries of his name, it all sounds like the most perfect music to his ears. After a session where your boyfriend knows that he did a particularly good job at making you feel good just by seeing the blush on your face, Ethan would silently look at you with a smug smile like the nerd he is.

❦ Ethan would make eye contact with you when he knows you’re close to reaching your climax. His eyes being half lidded white how pussy drunk he is.

❦ If you squirt while he eats you out, Ethan will feel so proud that he won’t ever shut up about it as he gently encourages you to do it again for him.

❦ After giving you so many orgasms with his mouth, a long session that leaves your pussy sensitive and puffy because of his lips, Ethan would so gently and softly kitten licks your pretty cunt and press little kisses on your clit, like the sweet boyfriend he is.

❦ While going down on you and after taking care of you, Ethan would praise you so much as he leaves kisses all over your face and pampers you with lovely words that he reserves only for you, his perfect girlfriend, « You did so well for me, angel. »

❦ Well, Ethan worships your pussy if that wasn’t clear enough.

❦ But what Ethan favors to do the most is folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you and literally do whatever he wants to your pussy. Ethan would sometimes add two of his fingers when he wants to give you even more pleasure while sucking on your clit, twirling his tongue around it and lapping at your folds like the sweet puppy he is as he tries his best to tongue fuck you.

❦ When Ethan’s finished with you, as you’re so overstimulated that your legs go limp when he releases them, barely able to feel your legs anymore seeing how much strength your boyfriend applied on them. Some marks already start forming as Ethan apologetically presses kisses on your bruised skin, his face now covered in your juices as his mouth glistens. Ethan would give you the sloppiest kiss ever to make you taste yourself on his tongue, as he whines in your mouth at the feeling of having done a good job at making you feel good. During this kind of kiss, Ethan feels restless as he uncontrollably paws at your chest and holds your face to deepen the kiss, as he rubs his still hard-on against your pussy. His pants dampened with his cum after cumming in his pants so many times, feels sticky on your skin while he humps himself on your poor overstimulated and swollen clit. Yet, Ethan will never forget aftercare as he cleans you up like his dear little princess before cuddling you. Ethan is the loveliest puppy as he holds you tight in his arms, moving you closer to his body before he gets sleepy and rests his head on your shoulder, snoring lightly in your ear while he nuzzles against your face.

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gotta love the nerdy weird awkward but confident at times men that are so attractive for no reason

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Me reading fanfics when i should be asleep 💀

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how you get the girl — ethan landry

word count: 3,654

pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: because of ethan’s reputation as a man-whore, y/n doesn’t believe he wants a serious relationship with her. so, ethan and chad make a list so that he can get the girl.

warnings: fluff.

author’s note: i’ve been reading lots of hockey rom-coms, so i needed to write about it. i’m obsessed with ethan as a hockey player😫

ETHAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW BADLY HIS ACTIONS WOULD COME BACK IN THE FUTURE TO BITE HIM IN THE ASS. Being captain of the Blackmore hockey team and certified pretty boy, girls were practically—and quite literally sometimes—throwing themselves at him, and he would lie if he said he didn’t love the attention. It would be easier and shorter to name the girls he hadn’t hooked up with than naming the ones he had. That gained him the reputation of being a playboy, and he didn’t mind being called that, to be completely honest. Or at least, he didn’t until Y/N came into his life.

She was Tara’s best friend, and since said girl started dating Ethan’s best friend, Chad, the four of them began spending lots of time together. At first, the boy flirted with Y/N because hitting on attractive girls was like second nature to him, but then he got to know her better and the unexpected thing happened—Ethan was swept off his feet. But his reputation was his karma, and Y/N didn’t think he was being serious with her. She would laugh and brush it off because no matter how gorgeous Ethan was, playboys weren’t Y/N’s type, so she would decline every attempt of him to make her go out with him.

“Why not? Just one date” Ethan said on his fifth attempt of the day. They were on the Blackmore hockey rink, and instead of using his break to drink water and rest, Ethan went to talk to Y/N.

“Exactly. You want just one date, get me inside your bed and tomorrow you’ll move onto some other girl. I really like you” she said, and before he could smirk in victory she added. “But why ruin the friendship we have for sex? Besides, one night stands aren’t my cup of tea.”

“Then let’s make it an every day thing” Ethan said.

“Nice try, Eth. We know you don’t do repeats” she stated.

“I could!” he argued. “And besides, I’m not asking for sex—I mean, at the end of the date, if you want to, I’m not gonna reject the offer—, I’m done with hook ups, I want something more.”

Y/N laughed “Okay, try it, but not with me. I’m sorry, Eth”

The girl stood up and made her way towards the exit of the rink, leaving a disappointed Ethan behind. She would lie if she said she didn’t want to try things with him, but the truth also was that she didn’t trust him when it came to relationships and she didn’t want to get her heart broken by him.

Chad got off the ice to find his best friend sitting on the bleachers, gaze fixed on the stairs, looking like a sad kicked puppy. It’s not a sight seen often, Ethan was usually an over-energetic puppy, always happy and with a smile on his face.

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?”

“Y/N rejected me.” Ethan played with his hockey stick, not wanting to meet his best friend’s eyes.

“I’ve never seen you like this after a rejection” Chad frowned.

“Well, not to brag, but it doesn’t usually happen.” he said, making Chad chuckle. “But it’s different this time. Y/N is not someone I want for one night, or for something casual. I want everything with her.”

“Wow” Chad took a breath, shocked by the confession. “And she said no?”

“She says she doesn’t want to ruin our friendship” Ethan said.

Chad scoffed “Why would that happen?”

“She doesn’t trust me and thinks I’m not boyfriend material. I really am serious about her, Chad. I swear. I would never hurt her. I wish she could read my mind”

“Don’t you dare give up, then. Words aren’t enough, show her you really like her”

“How?”

Chad smirked. “Grab a pen and a napkin, we are going to make a list so you can get the girl.”

one: get her favourite coffee

ETHAN WOKE UP A BIT EARLIER THE FOLLOWING DAY TO GO TO Y/N’S FAVOURITE COFFEE SHOP AND GET HER ORDER. He convinced Tara to drag Y/N straight to class, not letting her get the coffee, and to text him once they were in the classroom. Once he got the text, Ethan entered the class, all eyes on him, and set the cup in front of Y/N with an adorable grin.

“Good morning. You look gorgeous as always” he kissed her cheek and simply left the room.

Y/N stared at the drink completely astonished, ignoring the glares coming from the female population and the smirk her best friend was giving her. There was something scribbled with black sharpie—it was simple, but it made her stomach combust. Have a great day, beautiful! Love, Ethan. And three hearts poorly made—which she thought was utterly adorable—next to his name.

“You got him in a leash” Tara laughed.

“Don’t be silly, we know what he wants” Y/N brushed it off.

“Come on, Ethan doesn’t do romantic stuff for anyone, not even to get laid.”

“It’s just one coffee, Tara. Let’s not be dramatic.”

But Tara knew, and Y/N too, that the little gesture was a lot when it came to Ethan Landry. Yet, a coffee cup wasn’t enough to gain the girl’s trust.

two: show her you’re interested in her interests

WHAT IS THE THING Y/N ENJOYED THE MOST? EASY: BOOKS. Ethan knew exactly which one he should start with. In fact, he had bought it the first time Y/N mentioned it. He didn’t know what it was about, but he was sure it was a rom-com that referenced other rom-com movies.

“Ethan!” Chad said in a loud voice, startling his friend. Ethan looked up to find his best friend, Tara and Y/N staring at him. The latter had her mouth wide open.

“What?” he asked absentmindedly. He had been so immersed in the book he hadn’t heard them arrive.

“We called your name countless times, man.” Chad laughed.

“Sorry” Ethan closed the book and looked at Y/N. “Um, I may have a man-crush on Wes Bennett.”

Y/N chuckled, sitting in front of him and ignoring the way her heart was beating rapidly. She wanted to take a picture of Ethan with the book and set it as her lock screen “Welcome to the club.”

“I can’t stand it anymore, I need them to kiss. I need Wes to get the girl” he groaned.

A grin took over her features “Which part are you at?”

“They are going to hang out at Michael’s house” Ethan replied, which made her smile wider. “What’s that smile for? Oh god, what is going to happen?”

“I’m not going to spoil it! Just want to say… buckle up”

“You can’t say that! I can’t continue reading until tomorrow, I have a test!” Ethan panicked.

“Look at you, invested in a rom-com” Chad bumped his shoulder.

“I just wanted to see if it lived up to Y/N’s hype” Ethan said, making her turn into a blushing mess. “It does.”

“You aren’t even finished” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Did you know there’s a sequel coming? And its playlist isn’t very optimistic”

“What?! You just ruined my day. I don’t want to read it anymore” he crossed his arms.

Wanting to mess with him, Tara grabbed the book. “So you wouldn’t mind if I-“ she stopped talking when the boy took the book from her hands.

“Yes, I would mind”

“Wait, are you annotating it?” Y/N said when she saw the colourful post-its.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. Anyways, I have to go to class, see you later at practice?”

“See you” Chad said. Before leaving, Ethan kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“What is going on with him?” Y/N asked.

“Showing you he’s serious about you. What are you waiting for, Y/N/N? I thought you liked him” Chad said.

“I do, a lot. But I’m not sure I’m really what he wants. What if he’s just interested because I’m the only girl who has rejected him? What if I finally say yes and then that interest is gone? How am I supposed to recover from that?”

“Y/N…”

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to call him mine, Chad. Trust me. But being just another girl on his list would kill me. I don’t want to lose him, okay? I don’t know if I’m willing to risk our friendship.”

three: woo her with your hockey skills.

WHEN PRACTICE WAS OVER AND CHAD AND ETHAN DIDN’T LEAVE THE RINK, Y/N WAS CONFUSED. The boys skated towards the bleachers Tara and her were sitting in and smirked at them. Chad grabbed a bag from a corner and gave it to them.

“Put the skates on, ladies”

Y/N wanted to laugh when Ethan grabbed her hands and guided her around the ice, but she thought it was so cute that she didn’t have the heart to tell him she knew how to skate perfectly well.

“Okay, I think you’re ready to do it on your own, but go slowly” Ethan said as he finished explaining her how to slide in the ice.

“Losers don’t do it slowly, Landry.” Y/N scoffed.

“You will hurt yourself, Y/N/N. Don’t be stubborn, it’s dangerous.” Ethan sighed.

Y/N smirked “Oh yeah?” she skated flawlessly towards a corner, and came back with a winning smile. She even did a little spin to show off.

“H-how?” he asked breathlessly, frozen in place with a look of shock.

“Took skating classes when I was little” she explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I was blabbering instructions like a fool”

Y/N shrugged “I couldn’t, you looked so excited”

“You’re evil” he shook his head as he let out the cutest laugh Y/N had ever heard. God, her infuriation was just getting worse with every little action he did. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to contain herself. She needed him to stop.

So her face turned serious “Ethan…”

Ethan fluttered his eyes close and then looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please don’t. I know what you’re going to say. Just hear me out. I know that my reputation is horrible, and I get why you don’t trust me. But I have never been more serious about something the way I am about you. I really wish I could erase every hook up, but I can’t and I don’t want my past to define my future. I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t been with anyone since I fell for you. I haven’t even thought about anyone else since I fell for you. I want to keep showing you how much I like you.”

Y/N was speechless. He had known Ethan long enough to know he was being serious and completely honest with his words. Maybe she had judged him too much, maybe he had truly changed. And now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen him with a girl in ages. Maybe diving into a relationship wasn’t the safest option, but it was worth the try.

four: get her flowers

DURING HER LUNCH BREAK, Y/N WAS SURPRISED BY THE HOCKEY PLAYER, who on one hand was holding red tulips and on the other one food. Like always, his presence brought attention and whispers, but none of them cared. Something had shifted between them since that afternoon at the rink, and they both could feel it.

“Thank you, Eth” she smiled gratefully. “You know, I had a feeling you would bring me lunch, so instead of bringing mine, I brought yours. I owe you flowers, though.”

“Thanks” he laughed. “Do you like them?”

“They are beautiful” she nodded, her cheeks the same colour as her flowers.

“When you get home, you should look for the meaning of red tulips” he winked.

For the rest of the day, Y/N had been in a haze. Every time Ethan crossed her mind, blush appeared on her cheeks and the corners of her mouth lifted up.

“My god, was I that annoying when Chad and I started talking?” Tara asked when they entered their dorm.

“Yes, you were, T.” Y/N chuckled, remembering her best friend’s love-sick smile every time Chad texted her. “You still are, by the way.”

“Anyways, I love seeing you like this. And I’m glad you’re willing to give Ethan a chance.”

“Me too. I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit scared that he’ll get bored of me, but I’m really determined to risk it.”

“He’s not going to get bored of you, Y/N/N. He doesn’t like you because he’s into the whole ‘Only girl who had ever rejected him’ thing. He’s into you because you don’t see him only as a hot hockey player, but you also see how sweet and caring he is. You’re not interested in using him to become popular, you see that he is much more than his popularity. And that is why he likes you.”

“Well, shit. Now I feel bad for rejecting him multiple times.” Y/N slumped to the couch.

Tara laughed “Don’t. It’s understandable why you were cautious with your feelings. He knows that he isn’t a saint. By the way, did you know that Chad and him made this list with things to do to win you over?”

“Really?” Y/N laughed. “That makes sense, he’s being really sweet this week. Well, more than usual, because he’s always super sweet.”

“I found it on their fridge, they are so silly. It’s called ‘Ethan and Chad’s infallible list on how to get the girl’. I took a picture”

Y/N took Tara’s phone and laughed at the list. There were a couple of items crossed out and with a tick, and the one that said ‘Woo her with your hockey skills’ had a little note to the side that said ‘Backfired. My girl is a skating genius, made me look like a fool’, which made her laugh. Then, on the ‘Give her flowers’ there was an explanation note that said ‘My pick: red tulips. Means declaration of love’.

“Fucking hell, he’s so… ugh! I really want to kiss him”

“Lucky for you, that’s item six” Tara said over her shoulder.

“The thought of them brainstorming and writing this down is adorable” Y/N laughed.

“It really is” Tara nodded. “You should wear Ethan’s jersey to the game tomorrow. You don’t know how many times he told us he has dreamt about it.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. Ethan had shown her how much he liked her, and she thought it was time to show him how much she liked him. “You know? That’s an excellent idea.”

[💖]

five: publicly state you’re only into her.

ETHAN KNEW THE BEST TIME TO EXECUTE ITEM FIVE WOULD BE THE NIGHT OF THE GAME. The ideal scenario would be to get that puck on the net and dedicate it to Y/N, and if he wasn’t that lucky, he would settle with blowing kisses and winks at her. Though when he went out on the ice rink and he caught sight of her, his mind went blank, his body stopped working for a couple of seconds and if it weren’t for Chad steadying him, he would’ve collapsed to the ice.

He quickly skated towards her seat, which was in the first row, right behind the glass. “Beautiful, you can’t just come here in my jersey without any warnings. You want me to have a heart attack?”

A sweet laugh bursted out of her “Sorry. Red tulips are your way of declaring your love, I thought wearing your jersey could be mine.”

Ethan’s breath hitched “Um, I’m about to jump up this glass so that I can kiss you.”

The girl shook her head and laughed “After the game, pretty boy. If you win, you might get an extra reward.”

And hell if those words didn’t encourage Ethan to play his best. The game was brutal, both teams were acing it and the match was about to end in a tie, until Ethan scored the winning goal a few seconds before time was over. The Blackmore bleachers erupted in screams of triumph, and the players united for a group hug.

Tara and Y/N instantly went looking for their boys. The last one scowled as she saw a puck bunny making sexy eyes at Ethan and she clung to his arm. The boy couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm away, only for the girl to find another way of touching him.

“You have been acting so hard to get lately. Don’t you think a winner deserves a kiss?” Y/N heard the girl say.

“You’re absolutely right. Now, back away so I can kiss the hell out of him.” Y/N said, throwing daggers at the girl, who looked at her in a mix of surprise and annoyance. “And can’t you get a hint? He’s uncomfortable.”

Ethan gaped at her. She had never looked so hot—standing there with his number on the back of the jersey that fitted her like a dress, knee-length boots that weirdly turned him on, and with a scowl on her face as she got all territorial on him.

“And who are you?” the puck bunny scanned her up and down with a frown.

“His girlfriend. Now, can you leave? I have to congratulate my man” she said harshly. As soon as she said that, Ethan was sure he was about to drop onto his knees and let her do whatever she wanted to him.

“Girlfriend?” Ethan smirked as the puck bunny left. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good” Y/N smirked back, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now, are you ready to cross out items five and six? You know, one bird two stones.”

“Hell yes”

Their lips moved hungrily, and the kiss was way too heated and inappropriate considering their surroundings. But they couldn’t stop it, their desire was diesel and they had been playing with fire for months.

“I promised you a reward if you won, right?” Y/N said against his lips.

“Isn’t this the reward? This is more than I could’ve asked for. You, finally being my girlfriend and kissing me while wearing my jersey.” his eyes were dark and lips swollen. His beauty was out of this world.

“You scored the winning goal, babe. You deserve a special reward” she licked her lips. “Let’s go to your car.”

He nodded eagerly, and as they reached the car, he dared to ask “What do you have in mind?”

She opened the back door. “One kiss isn’t enough. How much time do you have until you have to go to the bar with the guys?”

“What guys? What bar? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he acted clueless and she let out a giggle. “In fifteen, but they’ll survive if I arrive a bit late. I want to be with my girl for a while.”

“Okay, then get in the car so we can make out.” Y/N bursted out laughing as Ethan carelessly threw himself on the backseat of his car. “You need to learn about the art of subtlety, Eth.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from the girl who attacked me in the middle of the arena.” he said grabbing her waist to guide her to his lap.

“Attack you? That’s not what I did” she scoffed.

“Yes you did. You attacked me with a kiss and then you led me to my car to corrupt me” Ethan said in a fake innocent tone.

“Corrupting the former man-whore?” Y/N arched an eyebrow.

Ethan’s eyes darkened “You’re right. Maybe I am the one corrupting you. I mean, you couldn’t even wait for us to get home to attack me again?”

“You’re insufferable. You’re so lucky you’re hot.”

“I am hot?”

Y/N nodded, looking at him. His muscled arms were spread on the top of the seats, grin plastered on his face and cheeks still rosy from the cold temperature of the arena.

“The hottest. And the best thing? That you’re mine.”

“Just yours, love.” he smiled sweetly, resting his forehead on hers.

“That list of yours is pretty… infallible, right?” Y/N joked.

“I can’t believe you know about the list” Ethan hid his face on her neck.

“You sticked it on the fridge and Tara took a picture” Y/N replied.

“Fucking Chad” Ethan groaned. “So, what do you think?”

“Well, it worked, right? You got the girl.”

“Yes, I did” he smiled hugging her tightly. “Should I do one on how to keep the girl?”

Y/N laughed “I don’t think you need that. Rumour has it, she’s totally in love with you.”

“Oh yeah? Lucky me, because I’m totally in love with her too.”

[neo-novaa]

pretty boy

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking/drunk characters, slightly very suggestive ending, no spoilers :)

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: he is so babygirl

you’re on his lap, hands lost in his hair, his twitching around your waist.  your teeth clash as you’re desperately pulling at each other to get as much contact as possible. his lips still taste like cheap vodka, and you’re sure yours tastes the same; through all his noise, you can still hear the party raging on only a few floors down. 

you pull away to catch your breath, and your fingers are gently tracing the edges of ethans face. he’s nearly panting, his breathing always gets so husky when he’s making out with you.

ethan moved to bring your lips to his, but you’re gently pushing on his shoulders. 

“no, no—stop,” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands. “lemme just…look at you.”

you’re drunk. you’re really drunk. and as much as you want to kiss him, an even greater part of you just wants to look at him. 

you trace his features; the soft wrinkles on his forehead, his prominent brow bone, the slight bags beneath his eyes and the almost invisible freckles just below them. you obsess over them. 

“what are you doing?” ethan slurs, trying to escape your grasp. 

“you’re pretty…” you’re mumbling to yourself. even through ethan’s silent protests you’re worship every detail of his face. 

“you’re drunk.” he retaliates while you gently thumb his cheekbones. 

“yeah, but i’m also right.” you scoff, grabbing ethans chin and yanking him towards you, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his cheek. 

but you quickly return to mapping his skin, murmuring soft praise that even you weren’t aware of. 

but ethan was. he was very, very aware of it. 

“s’pretty,” your words slur together, coming out as soon as you’re able to think them. 

“did you know that? y’so pretty ethan…” you’re gently running your thumbs along his lips, and ethan’s eyes are locked on yours. 

“pretty boy…my pretty boy…” your fingers reach his neck and you trace the edges of ethans adams apple. you admire the way it hitches when you compliment him. 

“you’re not too bad yourself,” he replies, nervously, and after nearly a minute of silence on your part. if you were only half as drunk as you were now, you might’ve been able to catch that gap, and pieced together that ethan almost definitely had to hype himself up to say something like that. 

“oh yeah?” you straighten your back and your hands finally stop: one palm pressing into his chest, the other resting at the crook of his neck. you finally meet ethan’s gaze through glassy and half-lidded eyes.

you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingertips. 

you pull his lips to yours and ethan melts in the kiss. it’s nothing like the tooth and tongue from mere moments ago. it’s soft, languid, as if you have all the time in the world. 

but unfortunately, and rather obviously, you don’t. 

ethan had just finally worked up the courage to slide a hand under the hem of your shirt when the door swings open. 

ah. it’s chad. and he’s so clearly, visibly, ostensibly drunk. 

“yo someone just brought, like, three fucking keggers. i don’t give a shit about what you guys are doing you have got to get down here!”

at least he has the common courtesy to close the door behind him.  

you look back to ethan, his warm hands firm on your waist, those dilated puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

“you’re not going anywhere.” he murmurs firmly, pressing his lips to your skin. “especially not after calling me all those names.”

and yeah, maybe you’ll miss out on the best kegger this university will ever have, but at least you could say you were fucking your boyfriend instead. 

[raekensluver]

nightfall temptations (1)

introduction, part one

description: breaking up with your boyfriend, ethan landry, was too easy. he was too understanding, and now you're discovering why.

pairing: dark!toxic!ex!ethan landry x fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, dark content, dubcon, slight knife play, name calling (whore), teasing (?), innocence/corruption kink, p in v, p in v from behind, squirting.

song rec: animals by maroon 5- "baby I'm preying on you tonight. hunt you down, eat you alive. just like animals"

w.c: 4.3k

an: sorry this took so long to get out!! this is not proofread!!

the cold steel of ethan's knife glinted in the moonlight, the sound of his voice, now raw and unfiltered, sends chills down your spine.

"you should have seen it coming," he says, his tone smug, "after all, i've been dropping hints everywhere."

your friends had always had a weird feeling about ethan, something they couldn't quite put their finger on. they'd whispered their concerns to you in the safety of your apartment, their eyes darting nervously towards the door as if he might overhear.

"he's just really into the genre," you'd assured them, "it's not like he's actually going to hurt me." but now, with the mask and the knife, their fears feel all too real.

his eyes, the only human part of his face visible through the thin fabric covering the holes in the mask, seem to bore into you.

"you look surprised," he says, his voice still distorted, "i thought you knew i was watching you." your mind reels as you try to process the betrayal.

you take a step to leave, but before you can even blink, his hand snatches you, his grip ironclad. your arm is yanked back, the phone flying from your hand and landing with a clatter on the damp cobblestone.

"going somewhere?" he asks, his tone deceptively light. you stumble, your legs refusing to move as his hand tightens around your wrist.

his touch is cold, the kind that feels like it could freeze the blood in your veins. you struggle, trying to pull away, but his strength is overwhelming. your eyes dart around the courtyard, searching for an escape, a weapon, anything that could help. the silence is deafening, only broken by the sound of your panicked breathing and the thundering of your heart in your ears.

his grip tightens, and you feel a sharp pain as his nails dig into your skin.

"let me go," you plead, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. but he just laughs, the sound echoing off the high walls like a cacophony of nightmares.

"not until you admit it," he says, "not until you admit that you're just like me."

you're frozen, unable to move, unable to think of anything but the cold steel of the knife that glints in the moonlight.

"like you?" you repeat, trying to buy time, trying to figure out what game he's playing.

"yes," he says, his voice low and menacing, "someone who enjoys the thrill of fear."

you bite your lip, tasting the coppery tang of your own blood. deep down, you know he's right. there's always been something about horror movies that's drawn you in, that's made your heart race and your adrenaline pump. but that's just it, you think, it's a movie. it's not real. you've never wanted to be the one running for their life.

"i'm not like you," you spit out, trying to convince yourself more than him.

but as you look into the cold, dead eyes of the ghostface mask, you feel a flicker of doubt. maybe there's a part of you that's thrilled by the danger, that's drawn to the edge of fear. maybe that's why you've been playing his twisted game for so long, hoping each time would be the last.

"prove it," he whispers, his breath hot on your neck. "scared, baby?"

his grip on your wrist is unrelenting, his knife now pressing against the soft skin of your throat. you swallow hard, feeling the cold steel against your pulse.

"no," you murmur, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "i'm not scared of you." but your racing heart gives you away.

summoning every ounce of courage, you bring your free hand up to the mask, your fingers trembling as they touch the smooth, cold surface. he flinches, but you don't stop. with one swift move, you yank the mask up and off his head. ethan's face is revealed, twisted into a grin that's more terrifying than the ghostface ever was.

his eyes, now wide with surprise and excitement, sparkle with a crazed glint.

"you didn't think i'd really hurt you, did you?" he laughs, but there's a manic edge to it that sends your stomach plummeting. your hand, still clutching the mask, falls to your side. you realize you've been holding your breath and gasp for air.

without warning, he leans in and presses his lips to yours. the warmth of his breath, the softness of his touch, it's all a stark contrast to the cold, hard knife still at your throat. you try to pull away, to look anywhere but at him, but his grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze. the kiss is… nice. unexpectedly tender, like the first time you kissed, before the world went mad.

"don't deny it," he whispers,"you love the rush, the thrill of the chase." his hand releases your chin and slides down to your neck, his thumb caressing the spot where your pulse beats wildly. "we're the same, you and i."

you stare into his eyes, searching for the person you thought you knew. but all you see is the madness lurking beneath the surface.

"i'm not like you," you say, trying to convince yourself as much as him. "i don't want this."

his smile widens, his grip on your wrist loosening slightly.

"you don't know what you want," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. "you crave the fear, the excitement." his hand slides up your arm, sending goosebumps down your spine. "we can have so much fun together, just like in the movies."

despite yourself, you feel your resolve waver. the memory of your first date at the horror film festival, the way you clung to him in the darkened theater, the way your heart raced with every scream. was it just the thrill of the movie, or was there something more sinister lurking in those moments? "

we could be unstoppable," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "the perfect couple, the one everyone talks about."

his hand moves from your wrist to your waist, pulling you closer.

"think about it," he says, his voice a sweet caress. "we could rule this city with fear, become legendary." his words are intoxicating, spinning a web of dark allure around you. for a fleeting second, you consider it. the power, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline. but then you remember the reality of his actions, the fear and pain he's inflicted on others.

you push back, trying to break free from his embrace.

"no," you say firmly, "i don't want that." but he doesn't let go, his grin never wavering.

"you're just scared," he murmurs, his breath warm on your neck. "scared of what you could become." his hand slides up to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing lazy circles, sending shivers down your spine.

his lips are on your skin now, kissing a trail down your neck, the cold air making you shiver. you can feel his excitement, his hunger for fear, for power, and for you.

"stop," you say, your voice shakier than you intend. his kisses are gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to the knife that's still dangerously close to your throat.

his mouth reaches your collarbone, his breath warm against the coldness of the night. you struggle against him, but his grip is firm, his kisses growing more insistent, more possessive. you're torn between the fear and the strange thrill that's building inside of you. this isn't right, you think, but your body seems to be responding against your will.

he chuckles darkly, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispers, "you had no idea how close i was, did you? all those nights you'd walk home from work, thinking you were alone. all those times you'd sit in your apartment, watching those movies, feeling so safe." his voice is a purr, his breath hot in your ear.

"i was always watching."

his lips move to the sensitive spot behind your ear, nibbling lightly, making you shiver.

"i'd sit outside, watching the lights flicker on and off, wondering what was making you smile, what was making you jump." his words are a seductive caress, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "you never knew i was there, baby, never knew that i was just a heartbeat away."

his hand slides up to cup your face, tilting it towards him. he kisses your cheek, your jaw, his teeth scraping gently against your skin. "every step you took, every breath you took, i was there," he whispers, his voice a soft serenade of terror. "i knew your routine better than you did."

his lips find yours again, his tongue probing, insistent. you can't help but gasp into the kiss, the fear and the exhilaration melding into something toxic yet tantalizing. his hands roam your body, his touch feather-light, but leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes. you know you should push him away, but there's something about his words, about the way he speaks of your fear as if it's a shared secret, that keeps you rooted in place.

his knife, cold and unforgiving, glides up your bare inner thigh, the fabric of your dress parting easily under its sharp edge. the sensation sends a shock through you, a mix of terror and arousal that you try to bury deep. "see?" he murmurs, "you love it. you're just like me." his voice is a siren's call, luring you closer to the edge of madness. "every gasp you make, it's like music to my ears."

you're trapped, both by his arms around you and by the sickening fascination his words stir in your soul. you know you should be disgusted, but instead, you're… intrigued. the thought of being part of something so twisted, so powerful, it's like a dark siren's call, beckoning you to embrace the chaos. "we could make them all scream," he whispers, his breath hot and hungry. "every last one of them."

his knife slides up further, grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sending a jolt of fear and something else through you. something primal, something that makes your stomach flip in a way that's not entirely unpleasant. his hand is now around your neck, his thumb stroking the pulse point, a silent reminder of the power he holds over you. "say it," he murmurs, "tell me you want it."

you lean into his touch, the knife forgotten against your skin. his grip on your waist tightens, his kisses growing more demanding. your mind swirls with images of the horrors you could inflict together, the power you'd wield. your heart races, not just with fear, but with something more primal, more exhilarating.

"yes," you murmur against his mouth, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

his grin widens, his eyes gleaming with victory.

"good girl," he purrs, his hand moving up to your face, stroking your cheek. "you're going to love this." his knife slides away, but you can still feel the coolness of the metal, the promise of pain and fear that lingers in the air. your hands come up to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his cloak, pulling him closer.

his other hand moves to the back of your neck, his grip firm, almost painful. "say it again," he whispers, his voice a mix of excitement and demand. "say you're mine." you stare into the darkness of his eyes, the mask lying forgotten at your feet. something within you snaps, a part of you that you didn't even know existed.

you lean in closer, your breath mingling with his.

"i'm yours," you murmur, the words like a dark vow. his grin widens, his eyes lighting up with a twisted joy. he pulls back slightly, the knife once again pressed against your throat, but the threat is now a promise.

"prove it," he says, his voice a seductive purr.

you kiss him, your lips meeting his with a fervor that surprises even you. his hand slides down your back, pulling you closer, his tongue dancing with yours in a deadly waltz of desire and dread. the knife is still there, a constant reminder of the danger, but it's almost forgotten as the heat between you builds. his hand moves to the zipper of your dress, tugging it down, the fabric parting to reveal your trembling body.

his kisses become more urgent, more possessive, as if he's trying to claim every part of you with his mouth. your hands roam his chest, feeling the fabric of his cloak, the cold steel of his knife still in his hand. you should be terrified, but instead, you're alive with a mix of emotions you've never felt before. his touch is like a brand, searing away your fears, leaving only the thrill of the unknown in its wake.

you help him pull off the cloak, the heavy fabric dropping to the ground with a thud. underneath, he's dressed in all black - a stark contrast to the polos and blue jeans he'd always worn when you were together. it's as if he's shed his old skin, revealing the monster he's become. but instead of repulsing you, it only fuels the fire within. you realize that you've always been drawn to the dark side of him, the side that watched horror movies with a glint in his eye that was more than just amusement.

his hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, his knife abandoned to the floor. there's no gentle touch or sweet whispers - just raw, animalistic need. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the muscles in his arms tense as he pushes you towards the cold, wet brick wall of the alleyway. you gasp as the roughness of the stones digs into your skin, but the pain is only a distant echo compared to the desire that's consuming you. he's rough, urgent - a stark contrast to the tender, loving embraces you used to share.

his kisses are bruising, his teeth grazing your bottom lip until you taste blood. your heart is racing, the sound echoing in your ears louder than the distant sirens and the patter of rain on the pavement. your hands are in his hair, gripping tightly, as if you could hold onto the last shred of the person you once knew. but this isn't about holding onto the past - it's about letting go, about giving in to the darkness that's been building between you for so long.

the alleyway is slick with rainwater, the smell of damp earth and rotting garbage mixing with the heady scent of lust. ethan's body is hot and solid against yours, his hands exploring every inch of your skin as if he's trying to claim you once and for all. his hands slide under your shirt, the cold air making your skin pebble with goosebumps that have nothing to do with the chill. his tongue traces the line of your neck, leaving a wet trail as he works his way down, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. you moan, the sound muffled by the fabric of his shirt, which you've pulled over his head in a frenzy.

his eyes are dark, the pupils dilated with desire. you look into them, searching for any trace of the boy you fell in love with, but all you see is a creature of the night - wild, hungry, and untamed. you know that you should be afraid, that this isn't what love is supposed to feel like, but you can't help the thrill that shoots through you as he pins you harder against the wall, his hips grinding into yours. it's as if he's marking you, branding you with the intensity of his need.

you can feel the cold brick against your back, the rainwater seeping through your clothes, but the heat between you is too intense to care. his hands are rough, but not painful, as they slip under the band of your pants, and for a brief moment, you wonder if this is what it's like to be claimed by the devil himself. you push the thought aside, lost in the sensation of his touch, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers things that would make any sane person run. but you're not running. instead, you're leaning into him, urging him on.

his fingers find their way inside you, and you gasp, your body responding to his touch despite the chaos around you. the sound is swallowed by the city noise and the darkness, the only light coming from the occasional flicker of a distant streetlight. it's as if the world outside the alley has ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you and the storm of passion raging between you. he moves with purpose, his thumb pressing against your clit in a rhythm that has you bucking your hips against him, desperate for more.

his words are harsh, whispered taunts that cut through the sounds of the alley. "you like it, don't you?" he says, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "you like the way i treat you like a dirty little whore." his voice is low and guttural, a stark contrast to the sweet nothings he used to murmur into your ear. every word is a challenge, a declaration of his dominance over you in this twisted dance. and yet, you can't help but arch into his touch, a whimper escaping your lips as he hits just the right spot.

his hand tightens around your throat, not enough to choke but enough to make you feel his power, his control. "you want me to fuck you like the slut you are," he growls, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "tell me you want it, tell me you're mine to use." the words should repulse you, but instead, they make you wetter, make you want to scream out in agreement. his grip loosens just enough for you to whisper, "yes," a sound that seems to resonate through the night air, a declaration of your newfound subservience to his dark desires.

his other hand, still lodged inside your pants, slows its tempo, teasing you mercilessly. you whine, desperate for the release he's been building, but he pulls away, leaving you trembling and exposed. "beg for it," he commands, his voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine. you bite your lip, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, but the need is too much. "please," you murmur, the word barely audible over the rain. "please, ethan."

his eyes flare at the sound of his name, and with a feral grin, he yanks your pants down to your ankles, the fabric ripping under his grip. the cold air hits your bare skin, sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. you're left in nothing but your soaked panties, which are quickly torn away by his impatient hands. his eyes devour you, lingering on the wetness between your thighs, and you can't help but feel a twisted sense of pride that you can still turn him on like this.

his own pants are barely shifted down, his cock jutting out, thick and hard. the sight of him like this, raw and unrestrained, sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. you want him, even though you know you shouldn't. even though every fiber of your being screams that this is wrong, that you're not this person, not anymore. but the desire is too strong, the need too overwhelming.

he flips you over, your back to his chest, pressing you against the cold, wet wall. your top rides up, exposing your stomach to the chill, but his body heat quickly envelops you, making you feel anything but cold. your hands come up to brace against the bricks, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he kicks your legs apart. the muddy rainwater pools around your feet, the ground sticky with mud and grime, but you can't bring yourself to care.

his cock nudges against your entrance, and you arch your back, eager for the feel of him inside you. he chuckles, the sound dark and sinister, his breath hot on your neck. "so eager," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "you're going to take all of me, aren't you?" you nod frantically, the words caught in your throat.

you manage to find your voice, the words a desperate plea. "yes, ethan, please, i need you." it's a lie, but it's what he wants to hear, what will push him over the edge and give you the release you crave. his grip tightens, and with one sharp thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. your eyes squeeze shut, and a strangled cry escapes your lips. the sensation is overwhelming, the pain mixing with pleasure in a toxic cocktail that has you gripping the wall for support.

he starts to move, each thrust punctuated by a grunt of satisfaction from deep within his chest. you can feel every inch of him, the way he stretches and fills you, the way your body clenches around him despite your mind screaming for it to stop. but your body has a mind of its own, betraying you with every pulse of pleasure. "you're so fucking tight," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress that sends shivers down your spine. "always so eager for me."

you want to talk back, to tell him that this isn't what you want, but the words won't come. instead, you whisper his name again, the only sound you can manage. "ethan," you gasp, your voice a plea that you're not sure he hears. but he seems to, his movements growing more urgent, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispers, "say it again, baby. say my name."

his hand is on your stomach, sliding up to cup your breast. the fabric of your shirt is soaked through, sticking to your skin, but it's no match for his strength. with one quick tug, he rips it away, the sound of the fabric tearing echoing through the alley. your tits are exposed to the cold air, your nipples tightening into hard points that he doesn't miss. his hand squeezes, his thumb rolling over the sensitive peak, sending a bolt of pleasure through you that's almost painful.

you say his name again, your voice a desperate whine. "ethan," you breathe, the word a prayer for release. his response is to drive into you harder, his hips slamming against your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the alley walls. you can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to his brutal touch despite the horror of the situation. his hand moves down to your clit, rubbing it in harsh circles that have your legs shaking, your knees threatening to give out.

the sensation builds, a pressure that you know will shatter you, will leave you in pieces on the dirty ground. your eyes squeeze shut, trying to block out the sight of the grimy bricks, the smell of the rainwater and the garbage. but you can't block out the feeling of his cock inside you, the way he's claiming you, the way your body is betraying you. and then it hits, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave, your pussy clenching around him, your juices soaking his cock and running down your thighs.

his chuckles are low, deep in his throat, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. he's enjoying this, reveling in your degradation, and the knowledge only serves to make your climax more intense. "good girl," he praises, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "you always were the best fuck i ever had." the words are a slap in the face, a reminder of what you've become, what he's turned you into. but even as the reality of it stings, you can't help the moan that escapes you, the way your body continues to respond to his touch.

his hand moves from your breast to your neck, his grip tightening slightly, reminding you of his control. you're his, and as much as you want to fight it, as much as you want to be free of this twisted mess, there's a part of you that craves it, that wants to be owned by him. with a few more deep, hard thrusts, he reaches his peak, his cock pulsing inside you as he empties himself into you. the warmth of his cum fills you, a stark contrast to the cold that's seeped into your bones, and you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing you've given him what he wanted, what he's always taken from you.

his grip relaxes, his body going slack against yours, and for a moment, you think he's going to hold you, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear like he used to do after sex. but he doesn't. instead, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and used, the cold air hitting your sensitive flesh like a slap. you don't notice him leaving, the rain and the sound of his footsteps melding together into the background noise of the alley. it's only when he's gone that you realize what's happening, that he's leaving you here, in the dirt and grime, with your dignity in tatters.

slowly, you straighten, your legs wobbly and unsteady. the rain is coming down harder now, soaking through your torn clothes and mingling with your tears. you can't believe you let this happen, that you've sunk so low. but as the anger starts to build, so does the desire, a sick, twisted craving for more of his rough touch, more of his degrading words. you hate yourself for it, but you know you'd do it again if he asked.

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[messylustt]

Ethan smut with an Innocent and inexperienced reader? just them gasping and Ethan making sure they're okay, whimpering his name etc

there’s something about this dynamic that’s just *chefs kiss*

so innocent — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan teaching you how to pleasure yourself.

contents : virginity loss. very innocent reader. use of ‘good girl’. spit.

“How do I—“ You begin, brushing your hands down your skirt.

"It's okay, just follow my lead." Ethan said, also brushing his hands down your skirt. "Just lie back..." Ethan begins, gently pushing your shoulder so that you rested against the headboard of Ethan's bed. "That's it."

You had gone to Ethan after someone said something about touching oneself. And when you stared at them all in confusion they had laughed. You felt embarassed, and your confusion in the situation made you want to rectify that.

When you knocked on Ethan's dorm room, fidgeting nervously, you had quietly asked what touching yourself means.

Ethan had stared at you, surprised but progressively turned on by your earnest look. You had a slight blush tainting your cheeks, when Ethan pulled you further in, shutting the door.

"Are you sure, y/n?" Ethan asks you, letting his gaze drop to your bare legs. You readjusted yourself on his bed, as you stared at him, not knowing where to place your hands.

You nod. "I want to know what it means—what it's supposed to feel like." The innocence swirling in your eyes went straight to Ethan's dick.

He gulped, sitting beside you, as he placed his hand over your legs. "What did they say?"

"They were asking what the most scandelous place they touched themselves was." You bit your lips abesntmindely, nibbling in thought. "I hadn't known what to say."

Ethan moves closer to you, now resting his hand on your thigh. He didn't want you to know exactly how eager he was to teach you. "So, you've never touched yourself in anyway?"

You shake your head. "Is that bad?"

Ethan quickly shakes his head. "No, no." He moves closer, as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You meet his gaze as he darts his eyes across your face. "That's fine. Touching yourself just feels nice, that's why everyone does it."

"Oh." You nod, feeling slightly ashamed that you hadn't yet.

"I can show you." Ethan tries not to sound too eager, wanting you to feel safe and comfortable.

You gulp, but nod. "Is that okay?"

Ethan's eyes slightly glaze over as his hand shifts from your thigh. "Why don't you take off your skirt?"

You do so, shimmeying out of the material. You leant back against the headboard, keeping your thighs pressed together, embarrassed.

Ethan places his hand back on your now bare thigh, making you slightly shiver. "Is this okay?" Ethan gently asks, as he begins to stroke your skin, watching you closely.

You nod. "You have to use your words, y/n, so, that I know you're feeling okay."

"Yes." You say, as Ethan brings his hand closer to the edge of your panties. He traces the outline, continuing to speak. "You can touch yourself whenever you feel...hot down here." Ethan looks back to your face. "How do you feel now?"

Your chest is slightly heaving up and down as your rub your thighs together. "Hot and...weird."

"That's good." Ethan's tone is praising. "That means your turned on."

You nod, following on to Ethan's words. Ethan slowly drags two of his fingers down the middle of your clothed pussy. You jolt, attempting to close your legs tighter at the foriegn feeling. "Its okay." Ethan consoles, as he places both his hands on your thighs. He moves closer, for better access.

"I want to help you." He says, slowly pushing your legs apart. "For me to do that, I need you to spread your legs." Ethan's tone has turned slightly breathy, even more so as you slowly draw your legs further apart. "Good...girl." Ethan praises, gulping.

His comment sends a shiver through your body, resulting in heat at your core. "I feel hot...more than before."

Ethan nods, adjusting himself, so that he can stare at your pussy. He presses his fingers back to your middle, rubbing. You gasp, your back slightly arching. "That feels- oh."

"Good?" Ethan inquires, rubbing up and down your pussy. He could feel your wetness soaking through the material of your panties.

"I'm going to remove your panties now." Ethan states. "Can you lift your hips for me?"

You do, pressing back against Ethan's bed. Ethan drags your panties down and tossing them aside. He looks back to your now bare pussy.

The cold air makes you press your legs together again. Ethan catches your gaze, with a small raise to his brows. You slowly reopen your legs, spreading them wider than before. Ethan's breath hitches at the sight of you watching him, waiting for him to touch you.

Ethan brings his hand back to your core, gently stroking through your wetness. Your body immediantly responds, slightly pushing into him but also away. "You can use your fingers to pleasure yourself, like this..." Ethan begins to circle your clit, adding occasional pressure that makes your body jolt into him. "Oh..." a breathy whimper leaves your lips.

Ethan continues to stroke and rub you. Pleasure is coursing through you, as more little moans leave your lips, but you grow embarrassed at the noise coming out of you that you press your lips together.

"No, no. It's good to make noises, especially if someone else is touching you. It shows them you like what their doing." Ethan's fingertips are now soaked in your arousel, as he watches your expressions.

"I-is that what- that feels like- oh wow." You'd never felt so good before. Why hadn't you done this sooner? Ethan then draws his hand away from your pussy, allowing a needy, pathetic whine leave you.

Ethan grins, grabbing your hand and leading it down to your pussy. "I just want you to learn the movements that feel nice."

He begins to move his fingers along yours, guiding you across your pussy. You pass over your engorged clit, making your back arch. A moan tumbles from your lips, making Ethan's cock react against his pants. He quickens his pace, meaning your own fingers stroke against your pussy a pace faster. "E-ethan."

"Your doing so...so good." Ethan breathes as he palms himself over his pants.

You suddenly feel something about to explode in your lower stomach, making you push Ethan's hand away. But Ethan knows what your feeling, and puts his hand alone back oin your pussy, continuing to rub. "N-no, I-"

"That's normal." Ethan says gently, as he strokes you. "Your about to orgasm."

Your head hit backs against the headboard. Ethan then sticks a finger inside you. You grab his wrist. "What-"

"Its okay, y/n. It will help you reach your orgasm." Ethan begins to slowly thrust his finger in and out of you. You moan, louder this time, your mouth open and panting. "Oh, god, Ethan."

Ethan begins to rub himself over his pants as he fingers you. "I'm gonna add second finger, alright?" In response he pushes his middle finger into you. Your heaving hard, as pleasure stays written all over your face. "That feel good?"

"Uh- uh huh." You quickly nod, making Ethan slightly groan as he palms his throbbing cock.

Then pleasure hits you, like you've never felt it before. Your back arches against Ethan's pillow as shocks spread through your body. You shudder, as Ethan fingers you through your orgasm.

When Ethan pulls away your panting and breathless, your eyes slightly hooded. "I-wow."

You go to say more when you catch Ethan bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth. Your eyes grow wide as you watch him suck you orgasm off. Ethan grins, catching your big eyed gaze. "You taste lovely, y/n."

You gulp, feeling the pressure between your legs return. A confused expression befalls your face as you look back down to your pussy. "Why do I feel...hot again. You just-"

Ethan was smiling, and that's when you noticed his hand rubbing himself over his dick. "One can have many orgasms at once, y/n."

You then carefully point to his cock. "Does that mean your turned on too?"

Ethan's chest is heaving. "You want to learn more? There's other ways to feel good."

You gulp, but eagerly nod. If you can feel pleasure like that again you wouldn't hesitate. A growl leaves Ethan's lips as he quickly places his hands beside your head, as you fall back onto the bed, your head on a pillow.

You gazed up at Ethan, as he grabbed one of your legs, pulling you apart again. He wrapped your legs around his hips as he pushed his bulge down onto you. You slightly jolted up into him, your clit still slightly sensitive. Your mouth opened as Ethan began to slowly grind himself into you. The material of his pants feeling strange against your naked pussy.

Ethan breathed over your mouth. "Undo my belt for me."

You carefully move your hands down, undoing his belt slowly. You looked down at your working hands when Ethan grabbed your chin, pulling you back up so that his mouth hovered over yours. "You know how to kiss right?"

"I've kissed one person." You nod.

"Have you ever used tongue?"

Your cheeks grow pink, and Ethan has his answer. "Let me show you. It feels really good." He whispers, before kissing you. He just gently sucks on your bottom lip, going slow at first.

"Keep undoing my belt." Ethan whispers against your lips. Your quicken your hands, managing to un-loop the leather, as Ethan kisses you again. This time he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. "Open your mouth a fraction." Ethan instructs.

And when you do, he dives in, lapping at your tongue making you gasp. "Just copy my movements."

You move your head like his, and suck and lick his tongue like he was doing to you. "Pull me out— bring my cock out— now-" Ethans says breathlessly, as you had tossed his belt aside.

You unzip him, and gingerly sink your hand into his boxers, softly wrapping your hand around his cock, and bringing him out. Ethan's breathing shudders against your mouth, before he's pulling back, holding your thighs to him as he leant back.

He grabs a condom from his bedside table, removing the packet and placing it over his dick. "Is this okay?" Ethan asks you, as you nod quickly staring at his cock.

He then glances at your pussy, tilting his head slightly. Then he spits, directly onto you, making you gasp. He then uses his fingers to spread it around your clit and hole. Your body shudders as you can feel his spit drip. "Just want to make sure you're ready."

Ethan leans back down, kissing your lips. "Just tell me if you want to stop."

"Please." You say, anticipating the feeling of him inside you, if it felt anything similair to his fingers.

Ethan positions himself, as he slowly pushes in. You immediantl;y clench around him, your hands shooting to his shoulders. "It's gonna hurt at first, alright? But I promise you'll feel so good soon." Ethan pushes an inch further in, as your grip tightens. "It hurts-"

"Shh." Ethan kisses you. "You're okay." He distracts you by lapping at your neck as he pushes further in. "E-Ethan."

"Relax." He breaths against your skin, kissing and biting.

You try to, letting your walls lessen their hold, making ethan push much further in. "Just tell me when you want me to move."

You shakily nod, as you grab his shirt material. Soon, the pain shifts to pleausre and you shuffle, wanting Ethan to move. "You can move."

Ethan smiles, beginning to thrust in and out of you slowly at first before picking up pace. "Fuck..." He breathes, eyes rolling.

"Ethan..." You moan out, as your hands begin to wnader on yoru own. You reach his abs, feeling definition you never thought Ethan had. You scratch at his skin as Ethan moans into yoru ear. He supports himself by your head as he thrusts in and out.

"God, Ethan..." Your panting, feeling dazed.

"How do you feel?"

“So good, so, so good." you ramble out making Ethan grin.

"Your taking me so well, y/n. Good girl...taking me- fuck." Ethan's fingers tighten around the sheets. He kisses you, harder this time, as he picks up pace, making you both whimper and moan into each others mouths.

Soon Ethan orgasms, shuddering his hips into as you fall apart aswell. "Christ." Ethan gulps as he slows, staying inside you for a moment longer.

"I should have— god I should have been doing that a long time ago." You breath, chest heaving.

But Ethan shakes his head, as your brows knit together. Ethan kisses your lips before smiling. "Because then I wouldn't have been able to show you. I liked showing you."

Ethan spotted the marks he left on your neck and his smile widened. You looked so pretty like this. Hair a mess, eyes hooded, and chest heaving. So, fucking pretty for him.

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[dancingdaffodils08]

I need to hyperfixate on another random 20 year old guy with curly brown hair before my life derails.

[webbluvrsugar]

you asked for requests and you shall recieve my baby!

i’m obsessed with the idea of ethan x popular!bimbo! reader. she’s always dressed to the nines, loves pink, smells so sweet and he’s just so obsessed with her

a/n: omg!!! yesyesyes, Ethan would sooooo freak out with a bimbo r!! and also ty so much, saved my life T-T

Ethan Landry and his pretty bimbo girlfriend!

Ethan never truly understood what he did to deserve you.

Seriously, he just didn't get it.

He was only a nerd, a geek obsessed with horror movies, a mundane overshadowed guy — if you don't count the massive killing he does at night — he's just a normal person, some would even say boring.

And you... you're everything. You're popular, always circled by a big group of friends, always wearing pretty pink little outfits, always wearing large heels that sometimes get you taller than him, and honestly, he doesn't mind it, he stands proudly next to you when you're walking with him, likes it when your hair flies all over his face and he can scent the mix of sweets you put on as perfume today, likes to identify if you're wearing strawberry or passionfruit - but sometimes, he can tell which one by your outfits.

Plus, he's a good boyfriend, he doesn't think he's all that but you always tell him so when honestly he's just doing the bare minimum to keep a girl like you. He holds your hair out of the way when you're eating so it doesn't get stuck in your gloss, he holds your hand when going up the stairs so you don't fall, he makes sure your makeup is removed after you've had too many drinks so you don't complain the next day, and truthfully, he likes this lifestyle.

How couldn't he? He's obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the cheerful smiles, the pink lipstick stains on his neck, the way you laugh, the way you bounce on him and make his eyes roll back like he's the best dick you've ever had, the way you leave rings of lipstick on the base of his cock, the way you kiss him in front of everyone just to make him blush.

But especially, he likes it when you're a brat, when you cry and shout and act pissed at him, just for the pleasure of pinning you on those sheets, pulling your hair and give you what you've been wanting all day.

"If — if you wanted dick, y´could´ve said so," he grinds into you slowly, the same loving way he shows you affection off bed. "No need to be a bitch." he grunts, pace quickening as he shoves your head down on the sheets.

"I'll always give you what you need, hm?"

And sometimes, he even believes he's a good boyfriend.

[jxckchxmpi0n]

BOXER ETHAN HEADCANNONS

This has been on my mind for so long. Shoutout to the people who gave me some ideas 🙌 sorry for being short. I couldn't think of any [plus it's late and I haven't posted anything in a few days]

Mentions of NSFW | m.list

Ethan found an interest in boxing the year before he met you. He didn't mention that much, but when you came over to his dorm, you found his gloves and became obsessed.

He always has bruises on his knuckles.

Sometimes, if he's having a rough day and you haven't heard from him, usually due to arguments with his dad, you'll always find him at the rink.

The first time you visited him, he was fighting with another boxer. You sat at a bench watching him. Seeing him move so quickly was so mesmerizing.

On days he loses his matches, he will come back to his or your apartment so frustrated. You would help him out by making him feel good, but it was never enough.

He would then just become a different person and take his frustration out on you, but still be very sweet about it. "Fuck, baby making me feel so good. Taking me so well, look at you. You like it when I'm this, don't you?"

Everynow and then his walls would slowly have new posters to hide the fact that he punched some holes in them.

When you hang out, he will do his workout sometimes, and afterward, his hair will be sticking to his forehead. He'd be out of breath and sweaty. You never mind that look on him, though.

Once he's done with his workout, he would stand in front of the mirror and flex. Then, he would run to you and flex so you could touch his muscles. He always gets excited when he sees improvement.

"Do you feel that?"

"I do! Wow, look at you!"

One day, he forgot his water bottle at your apartment, so he asked you to bring it by. He was already in the rink, all sweaty and punching at his opponent. After his match, when he saw you, his face would light up.

"There you are, baby," he would then kiss you very passionately, not caring if the other saw.

Sometimes, when you're making food, he will just stand there and fake punch at you, and sometimes he really will punch you but not forceful. It would be the lightest tap ever.

You would ask about boxing all the time, which led him to show you some moves. He couldn't help himself in the end, but seeing you all serious and doing something he loves just turned him on.

After tournaments, you would wait for him to take a shower. The others would be gone by now, so you waited in the lobby. But you noticed a text from him asking you to come to the locker rooms.

He would then convince you to have a quicky. "That's it baby, fuck you feel so good"

Sometimes, when he's bored, he will sit there and just punch at your legs. Not hard or anything, just tap them mainly and make sound affects. "Psh boom pow bam psh"

On bad days, you would have to patch him up. His dad would get into his head, which made him doubt himself in boxing. "I know your dad says shit all the time, and he's wrong every single time. Do what you love! Don't listen to him, even if that means cutting him out of your life. If boxing makes you happy, do it!"

You would have so many first aid kit supplies, mainly for his knuckles, because he would split them so often.

Manz treats you so well!!

He will spoil the shit out of you! When winning matches, he always wins some cash, and more than half always goes to you!

He has this routine before a match, and if he doesn't kiss you, he believes he doesn't have good luck.

If he hadn't gotten a hair cut in a while and his hair was grown out, he'll let you braid his hair before he went to the gym.

[nolovelingers]

ETHAN LANDRY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

headcanons — // cw ! : dark themes ,, obsession ,, nsfw !! just a reminder that this man is in fact a killer, it’s not gonna be all lovey lovey goody goody 24/7. !!

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SFW !!

ETHAN LANDRY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . would be an experience like no other. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and though he can be one of the sweetest and most thoughtful boys you’ve ever met, he often has mood swings that can scare you heavily.

easy to anger, if you say one bad joke about him, do something he doesn’t approve of or if he catches you suddenly growing distant, he throws tantrums, yelling, punching things and performing the best crocodile tears you might’ve ever seen.

he’s never had a girlfriend before, and before you he’s never even held hands with a girl; so he doesn’t know quite exactly how to love properly, and it doesn’t help that he’s quite a twisted person all together since hes, well, a serial killer.

there is no inbetween with ethan. he will hate you, or he will love you obsessively. there is no “talking stage” or “getting to know each other” with ethan. he will jump straight to the point.

if he feels you slowly cutting ties with him or that you may try to leave him; he takes extreme measures. threatening to hurt himself, your family/friends, and if it gets drastic maybe even yourself. though he has absolutely no initial intention to harm you, if he feels he must just to get you to stay with him, he will do what needs to be done. nothing too bad of course, maybe just a few cuts.

however, if you’re good to him and give him nothing but your love and affection, the both of you will practically be on cloud nine the entire relationship.

he’s always wanted a girlfriend and you’ve made his wishes come true, he can never repay you for enough.

he gets jealous quite easily, and though he does a good enough job at hiding it in the moment, he’ll get quite confrontational when it’s just the two of you.

he’ll help you study, carrying all of your books for you, your bags, your backpack, keep your phone in his pocket when you have none, anything you need help with hes there to assist.

he can still get a bit shy around you even several months into the relationship, sometimes the feeling of love and joy he gets around you too much for him to wrap his mind around.

to be frank, he sucks at flirting. when he’s not hiding behind his fake personality; a shy schoolboy, he’s typically very blunt about things, straight to the point, or he’ll avoid it all together simply because he’s never had the practice of flirting. you’d need to give him a few tips.

he’s very dorky, actually. big into all sorts of movies, comics and shows. especially horror movies, not to be cheesy but they are just something he adores.

if you’re sensitive to horror movies, it’s even better. he loves when you jump, seeing your scared face as you clutch onto him for support, or hide your face under the blanket which never fails to make him smile.

however if it’s the total opposite, and horror does nothing to you, he’ll have no problem in taking on the roll of being scared just to get closer to you and have you soothe and cradle him in your arms, hiding his face in your neck and whining about the scary jump scares or the blood being too much.

your first kiss was honestly pretty bad. he had no idea what he was doing and he kissed you like how your mom would kiss your forehead after wishing you a good day at school. it was terrible, he didn’t go for your top or bottom lip, he literally touched his lips to yours and puckered up for a few seconds.

after practicing for a little bit though, he gets the hang of it and become a decently good kisser.

going into the relationship anytime you kiss it was a little awkward, he wouldn’t touch your body or your face, just lean his head in and expecting you to do the rest. as he gets more comfortable though he eventually becomes the type to rest one hand on your cheek and the other loosely behind your back.

he loves hickeys. he likes to give them, of course he does, marking you is one of the best experiences ever in his mind, but he has such a weak spot when he’s on the receiving end. begging you for more, chest rising and falling as you suck at his most sensitive spots, small groans of arousal falling out from his plumped lips, sore from the make out session you two had just shared while his mouth hangs slightly open and brows furrowed closely together in ecstasy.

if you try to cover the hickeys he gives you, he gets a bit offended. even if it was for school or because you had to see your parents, he would never dream of hiding the dark patches you gave him, from anyone, proud to show off the fact that you loved him; and he sees no reason why you would wish to conceal them. if he notices blobs of makeup trying to wash away the love marks depending on the mood he was in he’d either a) roughly rub the concealer off with his fingers, asking you why you’re so ashamed to be with him and guilt you to death, or b) purely suffer in silence, pouting at the sight and giving you the cold shoulder. not that it would last long anyway, he hates when you don’t talk.

ethan would kill for you. he really would. whether it be some poor old woman who knocked her cart into yours by accident at the grocery or some built guy who tried flirting with you on campus; it wouldn’t be even two days before the news reports them as deceased, brutally butchered with a knife.

he loves to take notes for you, dumbing them down better than how the teacher explained so it wouldn’t be so difficult for you to understand, taking a yellow highlighter and going over the key points of the lesson and marking a few (poorly drawn) doodles.

you lost your notes? don’t worry, take his entire notebook! oh, you only needed yesterdays history notes? well, now you have his entire notebook in your possession. it’s no big deal, he’ll just make more.

joining him in econ dates from time to time are a must. he loves study dates, and anytime you attempt to have one at his or your dorm it just ends in notebooks tossed aside and his lips on yours, so your safest bet to actually get work done is to just join him in econ. holding hands under the table and watching him do his work with a concentrated face.

he’s not the richest guy around, but if you want something he’s either going to buy it assuming he can afford it, or just kill and mug some person on the street for the money. trust me, he’s tried to steal before and it didn’t go so well. theft is not something he’s good at getting away with, so he’ll just stick to murder for the time being. he’s not good at being discreet or locating the cameras.

ethans smart, he genuinely is. he’s at the top of almost all of his classes and teachers favor him, which means they favor you. he was a genius before, however ever since he got with you he’s done nothing but excel even further.

he’s so proud to have you as his partner, you’re genuinely the thing he’s most proud of. the best part of him is you. his notes app is filled to the brim about everything there is to know about you, what you like, your past hyperfixations, important information, stuff you’ve mentioned you wanted.

you are both his home and lockscreen and everytime he sees your face pop up on his phone his heart flutters a bit.

you’re pinned to the top of his messages and the only person he has notifications on for. everyone else is on silenced, and he only has a total of 4 other contacts saved that aren’t you. his dad, his sister, chad and tara. he didn’t even bother for mindy, anika or sam; and besides them he knows no one else.

he’d drop anything for you in seconds, no matter how important it was. all you have to do is ask, and god forbid if you beg him. he’d drop to his knees right there. even if he was in the middle of an important family meeting about how to continue executing the ghostface plan, if you beg him to cancel (not knowing what exactly it was he had to do anyway) or even gloss your eyes slightly to give him the illusion of tears he’s all yours for the rest of the day.

he’s extremely touch deprived and is awkward when initiating it unless it’s something like slinging his arm over your shoulder, which he never once had a problem with. you’re usually always the first to initiate hand holding and cuddles, which he’s so grateful for. he doesn’t know how to go about asking.

when you do hold hands though, he’ll literally never let you go. even if you have to leave, do something with two hands or just try to remove your hand from his; he’ll tighten his grip (not so rough that it hurts) to stop you from doing do without even noticing, so you basically have to ask him to stop holding your hand which is far more embarrassing than just letting go, but he really doesn’t even notice when he does this.

he loves the way you smell, and there has definitely been a number of times where you catch him sniffing your hair on the perfume/cologne on your neck, potentially even asking you for the name of it so he can go out and get his own to spray on his pillows and a few of his shirts.

this also applies with your shampoo and conditioner. he doesn’t primarily use the ones that you do, but he’s got the exact type stored under a cabinet so that when he’s particularly missing you he’ll use them in his locks instead of his usual kind.

sharing headphones and having a joint playlist is a must with him. you two have a collaborative playlist that you both add songs to and listen to when you’re together that ethan has just started listening to constantly now.

he doesn’t have much social media. he doesn’t have snapchat. he does have an instagram that you forced him to download just so you could send him reels but he never posts on it. he has tiktok, but he’s literally just not logged in so he doesn’t have an actual account. he does have twitch though which is what he uses the most.

he’d never let anyone hurt you, and if they do he doesn’t just get angry, he becomes furious, their death much more brutal than any past ones. their was a time where he took a stab to the shoulder after quinn charged at you with a knife as ghostface, even after ethan specifically told her not to lay a finger on you. she hadn’t planned on killing you but she wanted to get a couple hits in, which ethan was extremely against. their father later lectured the both of them about the situation.

he specifically made sure you were at the hospital with mindy when the reveal went down.

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he really wasn’t lying about being a virgin, he had no idea how the body worked and he was always way too nervous to initiate anything sexual between the two of you.

you had definitely turned him on before, his dick growing hard at the sight or thought of you; and he always wondered what it would feel like to be buried deep inside you. or to have your pretty mouth wrapped around his shaft, gagging from his length and the vibrations of your moans sending shivers down his spine.

but no words could ever do justice to how it felt the first time you slept together.

he didn’t finish as fast as you assumed he would and actually did a decent job at holding out, but he definitely didn’t break any records or anything.

he’s 100% a switch, quick to go from whining and crying out for your touch to holding you down beneath him, hand pushing your jaw upwards and fingers carefully wrapped around you neck as he takes everything he wants and more; those are on his most aggressive days.

he loves receiving head more than he likes to give, but if you ask him he’s definitely eager to please you. he’s just nervous he’s not doing well, and to be quite honest he’s not the greatest at picking up your body language at what you’re enjoying and what you’re not unless you really make it noticeable.

one of his favorite things is the sounds you make. he absolutely hates it when you try to silence or muffle your noises, making sure to go harder or rougher so that you’re not able to even try.

he buries his head in your neck as he’s rutting into you, watching the way your body bounces around his dick and unable to stop his own sounds from falling out as his mind goes blank in ecstasy.

he’s more of a whiny and grunty type than a whimper guy, but there are definitely moments when a string of curses mixed with desperate whimpers fall from his lips.

when he’s feeling more violent and powerful, he’ll definitely take it out on you in the bedroom, pounding into you ruthlessly and breath shaking as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead, the only thing able to clear his mind is being deep inside of you.

started 08.05.23. finished 08.05.23.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n : idk how I feel ab this one it’s kinda low tier effort but wanted to get smth out today🙏 make sure to leave notes, reblogs and comment!!

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Hii girl since you said requests are open I was thinking about reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations, maybe while they're with friends or in class.

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Reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations.

❦ When Ethan Landry is in love, anything can make him blush and get him hard, really just a kiss or a hug is already enough for him to want you and it annoys Ethan so much to be this weak for you. You could simply be looking at him with doe eyes and a pretty smile while he rambles about his day and the poor sweet boy would avert his eyes from you as he feels his cheeks warming up. Taking his hand in yours in the corridors, to intertwine your fingers, also works very well, Ethan doesn’t mind it, he loves it even, but he’s not used to receiving such affection, just like he’s not used to you complimenting him, as you softly murmur against his lips that he’s « so pretty » while you gently caress his face.

❦ Making out with your boyfriend in front of your friends, your lips pressing kisses on his jaw and neck literally makes Ethan’s head spin as he doesn’t know how to react between completely surrendering himself to you or keeping a straight face in front of Chad and the others.

❦ But obviously, what works best is just letting your hand wander up his thigh under the table and slightly brushing the outline of his cock that’s covered by his jeans that keep getting too tight to his liking, Ethan’s breathing becoming heavy while you act so innocently in front of the others as you all eat.

❦ Sending hot texts to Ethan during classes. That could go from nudes that force him to go to the restroom to take care of his hard-on, to just teasing him. « Do you think this table is sturdy enough for you to take me, Ethan ? », your boyfriend’s eyes are entirely focused on your text as he swallows with difficulty at the fantasy of taking you right here.

❦ Whispering dirty things in his ear while Ethan is in a conversation to make him lose his mind. The poor man doesn’t even know what he was saying seconds ago, as only stutters come out of his mouth now that your lips describe the sinful things that you would like him to do to you.

❦ Making sure you wear the sexiest and prettiest panties under a cute short skirt. And whoops what a strange coincidence, you have to bend down in front of your innocent boyfriend so Ethan can, by chance, catch a glimpse of the pink lace material. Though, Ethan will make sure he’s the only one to see that gorgeous sight, by correctly putting back in its place your skirt behind you when you stand up. What also really works to get him hard is gently asking him in the early morning if he can help you dress, when really Ethan perfectly knows that you can do it yourself. « Please baby, can you help me with the zipper of my dress ? » You bewitched Ethan in such a delicious way, that you can feel the way his fingertips shake a little as he slowly closes your dress.

❦ Considering that your boyfriend trusts you fully, he gave you his phone password ages ago. Little did he know that you would take this opportunity to set his new wallpaper with a quite revealing picture of yourself. At the sight of this, Ethan is debating whether to keep staring at it or to hold his phone pressed very close to his chest so that no one can look at it. « You really are a little minx, aren’t you ? », Ethan would corner you in the corridor as soon as he saw it.

❦ As Ethan helps you study, just like every evening, you make sure to sit on his lap as he explains to you the math exercises, wiggling your butt from time to time just to hear Ethan gasp behind you, his words cut by his own little moans and whines. « Did you u-understand everything ? », Ethan would ask in a stutter. « Yeah, thank you Ethan », you answered him as you kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile.

❦ Ethan reading a book on his own on a bench outside during lunch break as you go over to him with a sweet smile just to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. « What are you reading ? » Ethan doesn’t trust his voice and decides to show you the cover instead while his free hand tightens around your waist.

❦ Asking your boyfriend to accompany you when you go shopping for new sexy lingerie. Ethan shyly waits for you outside the fitting room as he hears you calling his name, hesitantly entering the cabin with you as you ask for his opinion. You slowly twirl around in front of him as his cheeks become red and Ethan knows that he won’t be able to hide his hard-on this time. « You like it ? », you ask him with an innocent smile. « I-I, fuck yes I do », Ethan mumbles as he doesn’t find the will to avert his eyes from your gorgeous body. « But don’t you think it’s a bit overpriced though ? », you ponder. Ethan is quick to make a decision for you, « Don’t care, I’ll buy it for you. »

❦ Watching a movie together at the cinema and there’s a random erotic scene appearing on screen as you ask Ethan in the most innocent tone. « Do you think we could do it ? ». And it’s enough for Ethan to lose his complete interest for the movie, his whole attention now entirely directed to the thought of him and you in the same position as the scene in front of his eyes. Ethan shifts in his seat as he prays for the movie to be over soon enough for him to show you how well he can make this scene come true, hell even in his car if he can’t wait to get back home.

❦ Asking Ethan in the middle of the night to help you sleep in his own way, as you whine sweetly into his ear to wake him up. « Please Ethan, can’t sleep, need you so bad… » Ethan rubs the tiredness out of his face as he takes you in his strong arms that create the most soothing embrace for you. The way you whined and wiggled in his hold was enough to feel Ethan’s hard-on press lightly against your tummy. « My poor baby…Need my help ? Want me so bad that you can’t sleep ? Don’t worry angel, I’m here. »

❦ Now, there’s just a subtle difference in how Ethan would react to this kind of teasing. And it’s simply linked with before and after he lost his virginity to his girlfriend.

❦ Before he made love to you for the first time, Ethan’s reaction would look innocent but really it’s just him trying not to look like a pervert that gets indecent dreams about his girlfriend almost every night and day. He would be a blushing mess that only tries to stop your hand as he fidgets a bit in his seat and stutters while looking elsewhere. « Please, s-stop it, sweetheart…That’s just m-mean… »

❦ After you both had sex for the first time, Ethan would obviously still get madly flustered at your teasing but he also knows that he’ll be able to get back at you when he has you alone for himself, as Ethan warns you about the possibilities which are now offered to him. « You do realize, love, that you’re gonna pay for this tonight, right ? » And Ethan never forgets about his little revenge as he let it all out on you, overstimulating or edging you, it depends on his mood but he, for sure, will tease you in bed as much as you did with him earlier that day. « Did I fuck the attitude out of you, angel ? »

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