#chase landry x reader

[rene-spade]

miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry

poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)

synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?

note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry

WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)

miss.y/n📍belle river, la

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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠

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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗

miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected

user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am

user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️

charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!

see translation | your mom is right

user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???

user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️

carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening

user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3

user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH

user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??

user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun

user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣

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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.

“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.

“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.

“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”

Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.

When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.

“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.

“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.

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Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.

Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”

“So we will just go there!”

“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.

“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.

They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.

“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)

“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”

“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.

“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”

“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)

“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.

“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”

But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.

“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.

“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.

“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)

Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”

“We are nice!”

“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.

She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.

“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”

“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”

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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la

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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆

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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM

user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on

user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in

miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either

bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3

miss.y/n <3 literally

user BELLA⁉️

arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!

see translation | my sister

user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL

user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge

user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣

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this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee

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[elorday]

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thank you so much for all of these writers for making me smiling with a lots of butterflies in my stomach, making my mouth hanging agape, or crying so hard and sweating hot. i really can't thank you enough<3

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𖥔. SCREAM—

⭒ — ETHAN LANDRY

✦ title taken : @astermath

20/20 vision : @echnated

slyther-in to my heart?! : @ghostfacd

✦ “it's okay, i'll show you.” : @messylustt

sleepy : @corpsebasil

bejeweled : @xyzstar

𖥔. ENOLA HOLMES—

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we'll be alright : @love-strawberry

✦ exactly what you need : @delicate-moon-princess

bewitched : @cinebration

what happens after death : @hannibals-favourite-meal

𖥔. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON—

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would you love me if i were a worm? : @chiss-and-crackers

valentine's day : @vhagarlovebot

you belong with me : @mybeautifuldelirium

⭒ — CREGAN STARK

among dragons and wolves : @fairysluna

✦ dissolve : @vermithorn

the snow fairy : @wackapedia

⭒ — HARWIN STRONG

✦ i am his and he is mine : @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics

keep you save : @auroraborealyss

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drunk sketches : @delehosies

little things : @inpraizeof

⭒ — ANTHONY BRIDGERTON

✦ right in front of me : @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

✦ melt away : @healmydesires

𖥔. F1—

⭒ — DANIEL RICCIARDO

meet me at midnight : @fleetwooods

don't wipe away my love : @avisgrace

memories hold me hostage : @libraryofloveletters

it's okay, i'm here : @norrisleclercf1

still into you : @starkwlkr

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when you're missing me : @silverstonesainz

name(s) of love : @kiwisa

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lean in, lean out : @literaila

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clingy : @bruisedboys

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mid night : @eyelessfaces

⭒ — PAVITR PRABHAKAR

dance with you tonight : @foreverwiththeunknown

⭒ — MILES MORALES

cheesecake : @ichorai

first kiss : @moralesie

𖥔. DC—

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five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and the one time he does) : @tropes-and-tales

now or never : @whirlybirbs

⭒ — BRUCE WAYNE / BATMAN

talk : @ichorai

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one-sided love : @desoolate

remember me : @arece

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just another love song : @tangledinlove

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♥︎Monarch: Legacy of Monsters

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what’s up my loves please follow my Wattpad feel free to request smut fluff, angst, whatever it is

Go crazy send as many requests as possible and go into the most detail

feel free to message me on Wattpad or request on here

I only have Riverdale imagines up right now, but as soon as I start getting more requests, all kinds of stories will be up

If you guys want me to post on here as well, let me know because I will happily do that

I mostly only write x reader

I can write like multiple characters, as long as there’s like an X reader involved

the main fandoms that I write for :

Criminal mind

Bones

Riverdale

Grey’s Anatomy

Supernatural

The vampire diaries

The originals

Legacies

Shameless 

Scream (the slasher movie)

Teen Wolf

Outer Banks

Riverdale

The 100

13 reasons why

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Surviving summer

Cobra Kai

Henry danger

Matt and Chris sturniolo

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Nate hardy 

If there’s a different TV show that you want me to write for or a different character than one of the actors from one of these shows have played



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REQUESTS:

Hello! I will take whatever requests you have and write them-- keep in mind that I try my best with each one and if someone you want isn't on this list, then feel free to ask in your request!

Characters:

¬Pyramid Head

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¬Brahms Heelshire

¬Joe Goldberg

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I TAKE REQUESTS FOR ANY CHARACTER/FANDOM! (Just send in a request and I'll work my magic!)

THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED

(ONGOING SERIES) Smut, Romance, Violence, Yandere/Obsession.

You get some weird friends, and some even weirder powers. Coffee nonchalant worker turned multiversal superhero (?), you realize there is much more to your life than what it seems.

(PART ONE) (PART TWO) (PART THREE)(PART FOUR)

THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED

(ONGOING SERIES) Smut, Romance, Violence, Yandere/Obsession.

You get some weird friends, and some even weirder powers. Coffee nonchalant worker turned multiversal superhero (?), you realize there is much more to your life than what it seems.

(PART ONE) (PART TWO) (PART THREE) (PART FOUR)

TWISTED NERVES (AHS Evan Peters)

(ongoing series): Smut, Romance, Violence, etc... SUMMARY: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝖼���� 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐…𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾.

(CHAPTER ONE) (CHAPTER TWO)

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Charters I write for

Master list Wattpad. About me

Gotham

Edward Nygma

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Demon dean

American horror story

Tate Langdon

Kit walker

Lanna winters

Jimmy darling

James Patrick March

Kai Anderson

Marvel

Bucky

Loki

Tasm!Peter Parker

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

001/Peter/Henry

Jackass

Johnny Knoxville

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu macher

Ethan Landry

Heathers

Jason Dean/ JD

Veronica Sawyer

Pump up the volume

Mark Hunter/ happy harry hardon

Nora 

Kuffs

George Kuffs

Hemlock grove

Roman Godfrey

Gleaming the cube

Brian Kelly

Criminal minds

Spencer Ried

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase\ Vigilante

Bands

Spencer Charnas (ice nine kills)

Andy Biersack (black Veil Brides)

Gerard Way (my chemical romance)

Frank iero (my chemical romance)

The fabulous killjoys:

Party Poison

Fun Ghoul

Texas chainsaw massacre

Johnny Slaughter

Re-animator

Herbert West

Terrifier

Art the clown

[messylustt]

can i pleaseee request a dark!ghostface!ethan landry x reader where the reader doesn’t know ethan is ghostface and she looses him at a party so she stumbles around tipsy trying to find him calling out his name when suddenly someone dressed as ghost face approaches and starts walking beside her making very sketchy and personal questions (its ethan but obviously reader doesn’t know 🙄) ultimately leading to a chase and she gets home thinking shes safe and suddenly he ambushes reader and ‘spice occurs’ (idk) and then shes like “no! i need ethan!” and he gets …turned on… and asks about himself iykwim . pls base it off of that 😭

holy shit i love this … ethan’s gonna feel so fucking smug about reader needing him heh

tell me more — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : being attacked by ghostface leads to strange questions about ethan. ethan being behind the mask grows more and more turned on the more you say.

contents : just filthy, slight dub con, unprotected sex. wc 2.9k

You down another red solo cup. But as no more liquid falls down your throat, your brows begin to furrow. You pull the cup away to see no more alcohol sloshing inside.

“Ethan,” you turn. “Can you get me another—”

You stop, not seeing the curly haired boy behind you. You spin. Or beside you. “Ethan?” You call, your tone tipsy, over the rowdy students, all enjoying the party.

You step, but sway as you grab the wall. A giggle escapes you as you nearly knock shoulders with a passing couple. “Sorry.”

You go back to looking for Ethan, who had been by your side the entire party up till now. “Ethan?” You drag out the syllables as you squint your eyes. “Where are you?” You mutter under your breath.

“Y/n?”

You spin, seeing Chad. “Chad!” You exclaim. “Have you seen Ethan?”

Chad chuckles at your slightly slurring words. You put your hands on your hips, as you wait for his response.

Chad shakes his head. “Last I saw, he was with you.”

You sigh, turning back to stare through the house party.

“You alright?” Chad asks. You nod in response.

“I’m fine, you go…go back to…whatever you were doing.” You walk away, gazing around.

“Ethan—oh.” You bump into someone, and as you glance up to apologise you pause, seeing the white face of Ghostface.

You narrow your eyes, stepping back, swaying a fraction. “Excuse me.” You say, walking past them.

As you try to continue your search, you feel a presence beside you. Glancing to your left, you see Ghostface, black cloak and all, walking alongside you. “What— who are you? You know, its not a great costume.” You continue slowly walking through the crowd.

“Is it not?” The baritone voice of Ghostface asks.

“Hey!” You slightly slur. “Where did you find one of those modulators? I’ve been trying to find one.” You pause. “To try it out, not because…I uh, kill people. I don’t kill people.”

Your blurting out anything on your mind, and Ghostface just tilts he head as he observe you.

“You know, you could have been more original. Everyone dresses up…as Ghostface.” You say, slightly poking his chest.

“And how do you know I’m dressing up?”

You pause. “Well…” you blink, trying to screw your head on straighter.

“How do you know I’m not the real Ghostface.” He whispers, the low voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Uh…your at a house party?” As if that would prove your point.

“You don’t think Ghostface goes to house parties?”

“I mean not to party,” you say, slightly growing wearier. “…obviously.”

“Is that what you do—party?” Ghostface asks.

“Of course!” You say, stumbling a bit. “I always go to parties. Usually with—oh!” You exclaim, glancing around.

“Have you seen a boy with curly brown hair, and a cute smile?” You ask Ghostface.

“What’s his name?”

“Ethan.” You nod, squinting your gaze on the crowd again. “He disappeared.”

“A cute smile?” Ghostface inquires.

“Yes.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Now get looking.”

You walk farther into the hallway, where it appears quieter and darker, away from the fluorescent lights. “Ethan?”

Then you feel a breath by your ear. “You seem desperate.”

You spin, seeing Ghostface. “Don’t do that, your making me think your actually a creepy killer.” You whisper. Alcohol still buzzed in your system, but you could feel it begin to ebb away as you stared at the silent, eerie figure.

“Mr. Ghostface?” You ask, since they hadn’t answered you. “Or Mrs.”

You then see something glint against the hanging hallway light. Something metal, in Ghostfaces grip.

“What—” you cut yourself off, staring at it. The threat suddenly clicks in your brain, as you whip your gaze back up to Ghostface’s mask. He begins to step closer, and you stumble slightly back.

You look around and realise how alone you are. Ghostface is blocking the way back to the party. You glance behind you and see the front door. Without thinking, you run to it, turning the handle and rushing outside.

This house was thankfully not a far walk from your apartment. And as you glance back to see Ghostface following you, you hurry your steps.

Your growing soberer by the second, as the cold air hits your face, and the looming danger of getting stabbed makes your pulse quicken. You can hear steps pick up behind you, making you hurry yours in turn.

You’re soon nearing your apartment, and wondering why Ghostface hasn’t caught you yet, you weren’t that much of a fast runner. Was it genuinely some joke?

You spare a glance behind you to see no one. You don’t slow though. Carrying up to your door, whipping it open and locking it.

You breathe heavy as you back up into your apartment, switching the lights on. “Fuck, that better have been a joke.” You mutter, feeling almost stupid for freaking out.

“I’m afraid it wasn’t.” The low voice makes you spin. There stands Ghostface in your kitchen, the signature tilt to his head.

You should have grabbed a knife. You rush farther into your apartment as you try to reach for a room, but Ghostface is quick to intercept, grabbing you and yanking you towards him.

You scream, trying to get out of his grip. “Shh.” He whispers against your ear, as your back presses against his front.

“No, get the fuck off me!” You exclaim harshly.

“Did you end up finding your friend?”

“You know that I didn’t.” You hiss back, as you continue to struggle.

Ghostface chuckles, right by your ear. His grip wraps around you, one of his hands on your stomach, as he stands flush against you.

You gulp. Ethan, god, you hope he was okay. “You didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?”

“Hurt my friend.”

Behind the mask Ethan’s grin is growing. He had wanted a little fun, and seeing you scared and running gave him a rush, one that went straight to his dick. You seemed so concerned for you “friend”. Your cute little question on if he hurt…well…himself, made this all the more enjoyable.

“You seem, so concerned.” He probes. The feeling of you against him, has his voice dropping, even deeper than the modulator originally is, as his sentence husks out.

“Of course I’m concerned.” You say, trying to keep your fear from being prominent in your voice. “I wouldn’t want him hurt, or worse killed.”

Ethan’s gloved hand spreads wider across your stomach, keeping you from running away. He rests his chin on your shoulder, making you stiffen. “Ethan, right?”

You gulp. “Yes. Please don’t hurt my friends, don’t hurt him.”

Ethan is growing more turned on, by your tone of worry. You cared so much for him, and Ethan could tell. Fuck, he liked you like this. He wanted to know more.

“You care about him, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You say, very aware of the knife still in his grasp.

“How much?” Ethan hisses.

“A-a lot.”

“Oh? Why do you care about him—a lot?”

“He’s always been a good friend.” You say, your breathing mismatched.

“Is that all?”

“No. He’s also quite cute.” Your spewing answers in hopes that Ghostface won’t kill you. But you know how foolish that notion is.

“Is he? What’s cute about him?” Ethan asks, licking his lips.

“His uh, face.”

“That’s a bit generic.”

“Also his hands, I like his hands.” In response Ethan, drags his hand lower down your stomach making you slightly arch into him. Your wearing a pretty little skirt, that him as Ethan couldn’t look at for too long. But him as Ghostface could do whatever he wants.

“Why?” God, Ethan was getting hard. Being this close to you, and hearing your praising words is sending heat through him.

“Um, their big and…I like how they feel.”

Fuck, Ethan is breathing hard. He pulls you closer to him, making you gasp. “What else?”

“H-he um.” You gulp. “His hair. I like his hair. I always want to run my fingers through it.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because that would be weird.” You two were friends, you felt it would cross that line. Though as you begin think about all these things about him, your starting to feel butterflies slowly swarm your stomach. Did you “like like” Ethan?

“I don’t think so. It’s a friendly thing to do.”

You hold back a scoff. “I’m not taking any sort of advice from you.”

Ghostface—Ethan—chuckles. “But I’m being honest. I’m sure he’d love if you ran your pretty fingers through his hair. Maybe he might slide his hand to rest on your thigh.” Ethan slowly brings his hand further down your body, to stop on your thigh, your skirt slightly scrunching up.

You shudder at the shift. Fear and adrenaline coursing through you. “No. He wouldn’t do that.”

“You sound so sure.” Wouldn’t do that?—Ethan thinks to himself. No. He’d do a lot more. He has the urge to track back up your thigh, this time under your skirt. But he wants to drag this out a little longer.

“Let’s say he did do that. How would you react?”

“Why are you asking me this—”

His grip hardens on your thigh making you shut up.

You gulp. “I would probably move closer. To reach his hair better.”

“And how would you feel?”

“I would feel…hot.”

“Where?”

“What?” Your mind is running wild as thoughts of Ethan swarm your brain.

“Where would you feel hot?” Fuck, Ethan was growing agitated. He could feel his cock throb. The pressure of his pants made sure you didn’t feel him through the long cloak.

“Um.” Your voice shakes a fraction. “In my…stomach.”

“Here?” Ethan wanders back to your stomach and taps his fingers against the material if your top.

“Y-yes.”

“Are you sure?” Ethan’s gloved hand goes lower, making your breath hitch. “Not here?” It’s a ghost of a touch. But you feel it, his finger brushing across your clothed pussy. You shudder against him. You were hot. Exactly where he said.

“Do you know how Ethan would feel?” Ghostface—Ethan—asks.

“No.”

“He would feel desperate.” Ethan’s voice comes off breathy through the modulator. “So, desperate.”

You shudder at the thought, even more so as Ghostface brings his hand under your shirt, still staying by your stomach.

“Do you like Ethan?” Ethan could tell you felt something for him, but if you were in denial than you wouldn’t make a move. But now with this information he doesn’t mind stepping up. Cause he really did want to feel your hands running through his hair.

“I—” you breath.

“Yes?” Ethan eagerly asks.

“A…little bit. Yeah. Yeah, I kind of do.”

Ethan grins behind the mask, as his grip tightens around you. You fit against him so nicely.

“Well, what a lucky guy.” He almost chuckles to himself.

“Are you going to stab me?” You finally ask. What was with all this talking? You should be dead.

“Do you think I will?”

You don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“But I want to hear more about your crush.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“…yes.”

Ethan holds back a groan of slight annoyance. “I want to know what you’d let him to do you.”

You blanch. “W-what?”

“I want to know where you’d let him touch you.”

Your suffocating on air. “Would you let him touch here?” He brushes away your hair with his knife to reach your neck, making you shiver. “Would you?”

“I’d…like that.”

Ethan holds back a moan at you letting him—wanting him to touch you.

“Where else?” Ethan continues. “Here?” He grazes down your chest, just above your breasts.

“P-probably.”

“Mmm.” Ethan lowly hums as his gloved hand travels down the top covered valley between your breasts, skirting over your bra.

Your immobile, because there’s a tension growing between your legs, that is making you concerned for your mental health. Ghostface was touching you—almost touching you and you were feeling hot.

Ethan glides his hand all the way until he reached the edge of your skirt, pausing. You gulp, holding down a whine as you press your thighs together. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Would you let him touch here?” He harshly breathes out, as grabs your pussy, making you jolt. He’s touching your panties, hand under your skirt, as he begins to rub. “Yeah? You’d want him to touch you here?”

Your breathing is choppy as he continues to rub up and down, going harder over your clit, making you shudder.

Ethan then wraps his other arm across your chest, bringing you impossibly closer, as he listens to you trying to hide your whimpers. Fuck, you sounded so pretty. Slowly falling apart in his arms.

He was rock hard, and growing desperate. Feeling your pussy over your panties was quickly not enough, as he slips past them, his gloved fingers reaching your wetness. Ethan grins. You were soaked. All for him and his game.

“Are you wet for Ethan or me?” Ethan holds back chuckling at the fact that there’s not a wrong answer.

“E-Ethan.”

But he certainly liked that answer a little better. “You just want to feel his big hands fingering you, don’t you?”

“Oh— fuck.” You choke as he pushes a single finger inside you.

Ethan keeps his other arm across you, his knife loosely in his grip. He keeps wanting to pull you closer, so that your ass completely pressed against his throbbing cock. He had to feel more of you.

He adds another finger as a whimper escapes your lips, making Ethan smile. “That’s right.” He whisper-hisses. “I bet you’ve dreamt of him.”

“Uh huh.” You manage as he thrusts his fingers repeatedly into you.

“Your so cute having little dreams about Ethan. I’m sure you touched yourself. Having woken up horny,and needy.”

“S-shit.” You stutter as his fingers pick up pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. The glove material inside you feels foreign but oh so, good.

“You need him, don’t you.” Ghostface says to your ear. “Don’t you?” Ethan has grown incredibly desperate, as the thought of you wanting him—needing him feels like an orgasm in itself.

“I do.” Your head falls slightly back as pleasure rocks through you. “Ethan…” You moan out.

Ethan finally cracks, pushing you against the wall, as he discarded his knife. He presses himself into you as he finally feels his clothed dick press against your sensitive pussy. You jolt as you feel him, his hands wandering your body, cupping your breasts under you shirt.

“Holy shit.” Ethan breathes as his mask grows hot. He wanted to kiss you. Is it worth taking off the mask?

In response to his silent question to himself, he pulls his mask off, tossing it aside as he stays pressed to you.

You watch as Ethan’s signature curls come into view. Your mouth hangs open in shock. Both at him as Ghostface and at what you had revealed. You had said so much about him, about how wet you were for him.

Your eyes are blown wide and Ethan can’t hold back anymore, smashing his lips against yours. You gasp through the kiss as Ethan plays with your tongue, lapping at your mouth as he moans.

“Ethan…” you manage to say as he unclips your bra, yanking it away. “I didn’t know it was you.” He’s kissing your neck, biting at the sensitive skin, as he begins to grind into you.

He licks your neck making a shiver run down your spine. “I didn’t know you thought of me like that.” Ethan kisses you again, as your head hits back against the wall. He licks your top lip. “You should have told me.”

“I didn’t— I wasn’t sure…if—”

“I felt the same?” Ethan guesses as he brings his hand around your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around him. He rips your panties clean off as you gasp. Your skirt is bunched up by your hips. “Well, now you know I really fucking do.”

Ethan reaches for his belt with his other hand, under his cloak. Pushing the dark material aside he brings out his cock, extremely hard and ready.

He pushes the tip into you as your fingers reach for his hair.

“I told you.” Ethan breathes against your open mouth. He pushes further into you as you choke a moan. “I’d love it if your fingers were through my hair. And look,” Ethan pauses to grip your thigh tighter, pulling you closer, as he sinks completely into you. “My hand is on your thigh.”

He thrusts into you, his mouth beginning to open over your own, you both panting as your bodies clash.

“Oh—f-fuck. You feel so…” he can’t even finish his sentence as he continues to thrust, his dick filling you up, as you grow more and more dazed.

“You looked so fucking cute wandering around looking for me.” Ethan says between thrusts. “So. Fucking. Cute.” He moans before kissing you. Both your tongues meet each other sloppily, as the thrusting becomes the same.

Pleasure is through your entire body, as ethan grabs at your waist, fingers digging into your skin. You felt and smelt so nice. “Christ, y/n.”

He bites your jaw as your highs draw close. “Your always gonna need me.” He now grabs your jaw between his fingers. “You hear me? You won’t need anyone else.” He kisses you hard, before whispering against your lips. “Nobody else. Only me.”

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[aliidarling]

okayokay uhm how abt brat-taming but w ethan landry... but he's the subby lil brat and reader puts him in his place. maybe some overstim, degradation... maybe even a bit of praise too bc he'd prolly cry 💀 maybe reader would gag ethan w her panties bc he's being too loud and she doesn't want the group to hear them... sorry guys whore hrs

okay okay I HEAR YOU I HEAR YOU

made a lil thing for you :33 i hope u like it…

SUB!ETHAN LANDRY x fem!reader

summary; just ethan being subby

warnings; smut, p in v, oral, whiny ethan, sub ethan, femdom, degradation and praise, gagging

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable !!

ethan could never talk to a girl, even since he was young. he would always find himself slipping up with his words or just embarrassing himself. even when his dad forced him to put on the mask and fake an identity in college, he still didn’t have a fucking clue on how sex or anything like that worked.

but when he became chads roommate, he was of course introduced to his whole friend group and soon enough became one of them. they were alright. tara was cute, anika was a little annoying, chad was too obnoxious and the stereotypical frat boy. the only one he didn’t have a bone to pick with was you.

you were sweet to him. you never belittled him about his ‘nerdy’ hobbies or his shy personality he faked. he wanted to throw away his facade for just a few seconds so you could see the real him but his mission mattered more. his brother.

but as he gets closer and closer with you, his facade crumbles each passing day, his heart shaping to let you in no matter what his brain says.

that’s how he found himself beneath you, squirming and letting out strangled cries as you worked his body like a puppet. you were so talented with your fingers, knowing exactly which strings to pull as he mewled into the air, back arching. his hands were already tied behind him with a pink ribbon(he tried to refuse but your puppy eyes won him over).

“such a dirty boy,” you hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to his throbbing tip, admiring the way it glistened with his precum. he whimpered in response, leaning his head back as a guttural groan left his system.

“stop teasing me..” he whined weakly, weakly tugging at his restraints. he looked so pretty with his hands tied behind his back with a cute ribbon, the bow enhancing his charm.

“gotta be quiet, baby. don’t want anyone to overhear, do we?” you grin, trailing your lips back up to his face to press a sweet kiss against his lips. he immediately kisses back, so eager and needy for your touch. he chases your lips as you pull away, panting with a flushed face.

“augh— don’t care, i want you!” he raises his voice at the end, furrowing his brows with need and stubbornness. what a brat, you think.

your palm connects with his cheek with a firm smack, not too hard but enough to make him shrink and let out a small moan.

“everyone else is just next door, stupid boy. do you really want them to hear how pathetic you are? to hear you moaning and crying for pussy like a girl?” you raise a brow, your mean words echoing in his head as he looks away sheepishly, his cheek still tinted pink gently. he shakes his head quietly, lips quivering as his cock continues to twitch and throb.

“m’sorry, sorry— please just touch me, baby. i’ll do anything. cmon, please!” he begs desperately, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes with his big brown orbs. you groan and look away, before bending down to wrap your lips around his tip which takes him by surprise. he squeaks and lets out a long gasp, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your warm mouth bobbing up and down on his cock.

“i— oh god, jus’ like that, you’re so fuckin good at this—“ he hisses under his breath, weakly tugging at the flimsy pink string around his strong wrists, not wanting to ruin your little fantasy of overpowering him. he knew he could snap these pathetic ribboned at any second, but his love for you suppressed the urge.

you pulled off his cock only to replace it with your pussy, hovering over him as he gasped softly at the sensation of your hole brushing against him. he groans loudly. you immediately holt your hips which causes him to whine at the loss of your touch, craving to feel your warm walls squeeze him.

“w-what—“ he’s interrupted by you shoving your panties into his mouth. he blinks stupidly and gags slightly before glaring up at you, pouting with his mouth full of your underwear. he doesn’t hate it.. the taste of your essence makes him almost even more aroused, but the pure disrespect makes him want to flip over the two of you and pound you silly.

but he’s not gonna do that, no, not when he’s so bent on being your good boy.

“everyone’s next door, ethan. you gonna be a bad boy and make noise? you want them to walk in on you getting slutted out?” you sneer, amusement present in your mocking tone. he jolts as you slide down without any warning, sinking down and taking his whole cock in one go. he groans in pure bliss, eyes rolling back. it was gonna be a long night.

[jxckchxmpi0n]

ghostface ethan with the “where do you think you’re going?” prompt pretty please <33

thank you <33

Sweet Dumb Thing

Ethan Landry x Reader |m.list

Summary: After taking the mask off and seeing your boyfriend and his family behind the killing, Ethan find a little too much joy in chasing you around the theater.

Warnings: Blood, gore?, cursing, character death....that's it?

Word count: 823

did not proof read.

I think writing angst might be my favorite thing. it all comes too easily to me.

(update: sorry i was moving into my new apartment...might post another in a bit <3)

The darkness seemed to follow you your whole life. Even after moving from Woodsboro that darkness followed you to New York. Standing in an old abandoned theater with Sam and Tara you three look in front of you as Baliey stood with Quinn and Ethan on his side. your cheeks soaked with tears as you saw the boy you love holding a knife, the ghostface mask in his hand and his body covered in the long robe.

Your head shook, this isn't real. "and my name isn't Ethan Landry isn't that right dad?" you looked at him as he had a dark smirk his brown eyes locked in on you.

"Dad?" Tara questioned she had tears in her eyes just like you as she looked at Quinn. They started to circle you three, Bailey went after Sam as she ran past the stage, Quinn ran after Tara as she made a run for the concession. Which left Ethan right in front of you.

Stumbling back you tripped on a wire falling back. "god you look so helpless, that makes this even more fun" he hovered over you as your back into the stage. Screamed and crashes echoed through building.

"What's wrong with you, this isn't right" your voice was shaky as you looked up at him. his curls sticking to his forehead some blood on his cheek as he spoke.

"See that's where you are wrong, this is good. This is the best thing I've ever done," he paused running the knife up your arm "next to sleeping with you, which was soo good" he let out a soft moan. "but killing you will feel better" his eyes were dark and hungry.

at your finger tips you felt a pipe and quickly grabbed it swinging it at his head. "fuck, you bitch" he stumbled back holding his head which gave you a chance to get up and run. you looked back quickly as you ran seeing him chasing you.

"get back here you bitch" he ran through the building holding the knife tightly with a different type of desire in his eyes. Finding some stairs you ran up them Ethan right on your tail.

"Where do you think you're going?" his voice hoarse and cold "I'm not even close to being done" he grabbed your ankle pulling you down the stairs making you hit your head. Screaming out you kicked at him making him tumble down. Grabbing your head you felt the warmth of blood on your temple and fingertips, the crimson color shining bright.

you looked down seeing him start to get up. In a panic you run up the stairs and he him running after you. a small room came up on your right so you ran in closing the door behind you. "oh honey where are you?" ethan's voice rang out. you could hear the anger in his voice. "don't think I'd let you slip out that easily" you heard him pulling old tarps down. your hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming.

he was getting close the heavy footprints sounding louder. "oh come on you aren't gonna run?" he stood in the center of the room. Old trash all around, you watched him from an old closet. he looked around a proud smirk of his face. "what don't want me anymore? thought you said you'd love me no matter what baby"

you tried to make a run for it but didn't get far. he saw you and grabbed your leg spinning you around your chest to chest with him looking up seeing the brown eyes you once loved filled with nothing but darkness. he smirked and leaned down to your ear, "come on I'll say it again but in a different way....let me hear you scream" he raised is arm that held the knife. You were thrashing in his other begging him not to and in the next second his arm came down a loud gasp and scream ripped from your throat.

All he could do was laugh and repeat his action once more "there it is baby" he twisted the knife and pulled up in your back making you almost faint. "Don't say I never gave you anything" he whispered in your ear.

he dropped you to the ground and smirked seeing you try to move away. his foot came up and pushed down on the side the wound was on. your scream echoed through the room. "don't get me wrong baby....i did love you...just not the reasons you think" he pressed harder and your mind started to spin.

Ethan heard his sister screaming for him. with one last look he wiped your blood off his blade and left you there in the empty room. your mind fuzzy and slowly going black. the last thing you saw was the broken ceiling of the theater and the last twisted thought you had was you still loved Ethan.

[oncloudten]

if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?

ethan landry x fem!reader. scream 6 spoilers. cw: choking, mentions of sex, murder, slight dirty talk.

read part ii. here

"get the fuck off me, you sick fuck!" you managed to get out, barely breathing.

he had you completely fooled. the boy with the puppy dog eyes and the sweetest smile. every horror film has a sweet little dorky cliche virgin, and he chose to embody that role perfectly. ethan landry.

though, the virgin part wouldn't be true. and you have yourself to thank for that.

who would have thought? well, maybe mindy. oh god. she'll kill you for this– if they don't first. if he doesn't.

all those nights you spent with ethan, all those days. everytime you'd tell tara and mindy about him and your massive crush on him, and then eventually the friends-with-benefits thing you had going on, she'd try to offer you her enthusiasm and be the supportive best-friend that she usually is to you, but it would always be followed by heartfelt speeches of her telling you to "be careful" and that she doesn't trust him. she never did like him from the start.

but you weren't worried about mindy right now, you couldn't. not when ethan had such a tight grip around your neck, and your friends were somewhere in this building being chased by his family.

"hmm? i thought you liked it when i did this, princess." ethan smirks, trailing his knife on your cheeks.

asshole. of course he'd say that. because why wouldn't he? he knew everything about you. you had given yourself to him completely– in every way. something so private being used against you– someone so... wicked knowing such intimate and delicate things about you, that no one else does. you can't process anything. "t-that means nothing."

he let go of your neck, but only slightly to stop choking you. he's towering over you, pushing you up against a wall. "didn't seem like that a few nights ago when you were begging for it, you dirty fucking slut."

"fuck you."

"oh, i'd love to. but i got my hands bloody full right now. oh and, been there, done that." he says, proudly. there is something so sinister about his smile. his killer smile. "come on, you sweet dumb thing. lighten up a bit, won't you? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"if you're going to kill me, just fucking do it. why the fuck bring me here? kill me and get it over with." there's no telling what he's going to do. he has you completely isolated from sam and tara. and chad is gone— you found ethan when you were forcibly seperated when ghostface showed up, and it immediately clicked.

"oh no no no no no, you sweet pretty thing. i love sticking things in you, but i would never stick a knife in you. never hurt you. well, i mean, kill you. it's your friends that we're after." he pauses for a bit. "well that wouldn't be right to say either. it is sam and tara that we want," he inches closer to you, "but it just feels so fucking good to kill. so fucking good baby."

"you're sick."

"and you love me. isn't that what you were telling mindy and quinn a few weeks ago? hmm?"

fuck. what are the fucking chances of that wicked witch being his literal fucking sister? "that was before i found out you are the one who is actively trying to kill my best fucking friends, you dimwitted fucking asshole!"

he lets out a low chuckle. "if it makes you feel any better. you're the closest thing i'll ever get to love in this world. i do love you. well, god, did i love fucking you. y'gave me the best sex of my life. but it was more than that."

"stop. just stop. let me go." you beg, "let me go please, ethan. i'll just go- just my friends, my- chad, please."

"i can't do that, angel. my job is to keep you away from them. protect you, even. see, my lovely sister thought it'd be funny to kill you. claims you're just baggage. that it would hurt sam and tara the most because you're practically the closest thing they have to family. but i can't let that happen. so this is the next best thing."

and then all you see is black.

[xob1tchs]

can u write something about reader and ethan in bed together trying to sleep? ethan being the big spoon and reader the little.

reader backs into ethan which causes ethans cock to harden, reader being confused on what the random poking is on her ass.

ends in smut ^_^

you’re dying

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings; smut, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, pet names i.e. baby, unedited

a/n; title inspo here 🤨 idk if oral was what you had in mind but it’s where my mind went!! Hope u like <3

you blink at the screen of your laptop, intrigued, glancing to where ethans fingers glide along the pad, clicking harshly to start the movie.

noise errupts from the speakers, and you startle slightly, before quickly melting into ethan as he slots himself behind you, tugging the covers of the both of you.

the action movie drones on, ethan occasionally judging the story, or the acting, whispering his thoughts lowly into your ear, making you chuckle.

you shift beneath the covers, hips swiveling, accidentally grinding back into his crotch, a tiny shocked gasp flying past your lips when ethans hard cock slots between your cheeks, firm and so big.

“shit baby, stop moving” he groans, one of his hands gripping your hip, fingers digging into the meaty skin harshly.

you chew your lip, no longer interested in the movie playing on the screen, not when you can feel ethan through the thin material of you sleep shorts - forgoing panties because you forgot to pack some.

Your thighs clench tightly, heat pooling between your legs, fingers toying with the hem of your shorts anxiously under the covers.

You roll your hips into ethans crotch again, whimpering under your breath at the friction, licking your lips at the image of him behind you, brows drawn tight in frustration, trying his best not to give in.

“e, you okay?” you ask quietly, hand reaching behind you, small fingers wrapping around him through the fabric of his shorts, squeezing at the base.

he lets out a shudder, warm breath heavy against your ear, before he’s slamming the laptop shut, and grinding into your touch.

you smile to yourself, spinning around meeting ethan halfway when he sits up, chasing your lips, kissing you with urgency, messy and wet, more teeth clashing than lips meeting.

you smile into his mouth, hand drifting down his body and beneath the band of his shorts, fingers wrapping around the tip of his cock, thumb pressing to his slit, making him gasp – hips bucking and stuttering.

You tug him free of his shorts and boxers, planting a sweet kiss to his nose, before you level yourself with his cock, looking up at him through your lashes “m’gonna suck you off” you murmur, looking at his beastly cock, as if it were a challenge.

you wet your lips, hand wrapping around the base, gliding up, pressing your palm flat to the tip, before you wrap your around around him again, letting a glob of spit fall past your lips, making the glide down easier.

Sticking your toungue out, you lick along the underside, swirling the tip, before you wrap your lips around him, sinking down slowly, humming in satisfaction when he hits the back of your throat.

“Oh, oh fuck baby” he groans from above you, letting out tiny curses and moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, knuckles tense and keeping a firm hold on the silky strands.

You smile around him, bobbing up and down swiftly, even as you gag and choke around him, saliva running down your chin and his balls, making a mess on his bed sheets. You don’t let up, pace quick, taking him so deep it makes you light headed, forcing you to pause, paying extra attention to his tip while you catch your breath, throat already itchy and sore.

When you do take him back down your throat, he whines from above you, hips bucking up, causing you to gag, tears welling in your eyes at the sudden intrusion.

“Baby, feels so fucking good, mouth is so fucking perfect” he mumbles, head falling back, nails pressing to your scalp, strength forcing you down until your nose presses to his pelvis.

You hum at the praise, blinking up at him through teary lashes, mascara streaks running down your cheeks, lips swollen around his fat cock. If he could reach it, he would definitely snap a polaroid to add to his collection.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking extra hard, hand creeping up his legs to palm his balls, squeezing and kneading them, before you kiss down his length and take one into your mouth, sucking harshly, his cock jumping at the pleasure, pulsating in your palm as you jerk him off.

The noises are nasty, slick and loud, slurping and moaning from your mouth, silent please and raspy groans as ethan feels his orgasm creep up on him, looking down at you with desperate eyes.

“M’cum baby, baby please don’t stop, almost there” he warns, and you smile in anticipation, licking up his cock, teething at the prominent veins, before wrapping your lips aroud his tip, sucking and licking, palm paying attention to the rest of his length.

Your eyeslids flutter closed as he cums, the warm white liquid panting your mouth, throat aching as you swallow eagerly, taking him down your throat one last time, cum gusing out at the corners of your mouth, before you pull of him with a pop.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, breaths lazy as you shimmy up the bed, smiling with your eyes “your turn”

[rene-spade]

some smau! memes for my new fic

sneak peek 🤗

fic is out! here is part 1

Ren

[etfrin]

Feral

warning - NSFW (p in v sex, no prep, nonconsensual somnophilia but reader wakes up and she is okay with it so does it count? IDK. Ethan is kinda rough, mentions of blood and murder, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie)

Ghostface! Ethan Landry x female!reader

summary: Ethan was bragging about you to his latest kill but then they say that one you will leave him and that makes him fucking feral.

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It wasn't new for Ethan crawling through your window after a kill. There's nothing more comforting than having your body heat beside him after he left someone bloodless and cold. He loved cuddling after a kill. Ironic? But who cares? He didn't. You certainly didn't.

Today was something different however, his heart was pumping the adrenaline of a kill in his veins but he didn't feel at peace like he did. He felt annoyed, angry, and overwhelmed. His victim's words got to him.

That you would leave. His lovely dear girlfriend who accepted him the moment he revealed the truth to you. You didn't care that he was a murderer. All that matters to you is that he was still Ethan.

He crawls to your bed beside you. You were asleep. He had cleaned up after the kill, and freshly showered. His clean scent mixed up with the slightest hint of sweat coming from you. Your back was to his chest, his nose buried into your hair, trying to breathe you in. Trying to find solace in your presence.

"You can't leave," he whispers in the dark. "You can't leave me," he growls, growing agitated by the second. His hand goes down your thigh, you wore shorts. He slips them off. His hand finds his destination in your pussy. He rubs his palm against it. Once, twice. He was still mumbling about the fact that you can't leave him. You can't, you can't, you can't.

God, he felt like he was going insane. He takes his cock out. He spits on his palm and rubs it on his cock before he does the same with your cunt. Spreading makeshift lube onto your folds.

He doesn't hesitate a second as he pushes the tip of his dick into your familiar heat. He lets out a groan from the feeling. You were dry, he wondered for a moment if you could grow as wet and slick as you usually are for him while asleep.

He takes the tip out, his jaw clenching from the loss of not being inside you. He pins you down underneath him. Moving you like a puppet. A pretty one. He raises the t-shirt you are wearing to expose your breasts. He doesn't play with them much, wanting to get to the main course. He kisses the nipples before he moves between your thighs.

He breathes into the familiar scent of you and spits onto your folds. After doing so multiple times, he spreads it all over your cunt. Getting it slick. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing small circles. He could feel your thighs tense.

No, no, that wouldn't do, he thinks. He wanted you to wake up while he was buried deep within you. Marking you. He immediately stops his actions. He didn't bother prepping you in fear that you might wake you.

You're his love, of course, you wouldn't mind taking his cock without any prep. You can do it.

He thrusts into you in one smooth stroke. He bites his lower lip hard enough to bleed so he can stop his groan. Every time felt like the first time for him. He lets himself adjust to the warmth gripping his cock like a vice. His hands are on either side of you and his forehead is pressed against yours.

He gives you a small kiss before his hips begin to grind. Inch by inch so he could stretch you out properly. His head falls between the crook on your neck, one of his hands now on your throat. He wasn't squeezing it, but it was just there. His fingertips feel your pulse.

It filled with him relief. You're here, you're alive and you're his. He doesn't stop his sounds anymore, his thrusts having no pace just chasing whatever made him feel good. He could feel your pulse starting to get faster, your walls squeezing. You were up. He grins, "Darling?"

"Ethan," you moan, your hand going to his hair, fingers into his locks. He pressed a kiss on your ear. "You're awake," he whispers. "Uh huh," you whine, your walls twitching.

"You won't leave me right?" He questions, his eyes peering at your wide ones. "Huh?" You replied back. Unable to think about anything but his cock.

He could feel annoyance creeping in about the fact you didn't reply yes immediately. The hand around your throat tightened, just a bit. Just enough for a feel.

"You," he hisses with a deep thrust, hard enough to rock the bed. He said, "Won't," thrust, "Leave," thrust, "Me," thrust, "Right?" thrust.

You could find yourself nodding, your walls pulsing around his cock near your release. He chuckles, "Good. Because the only way you could leave is when I decide to kill you, my love."

Fuck. His words make your eyes roll back and cum. Your walls spasming, milking his cock just the way he liked. With a grunt, he spills into you. Thick white ropes of cum being fucked inside of you until he slips out.

He lays beside you, his body flushed red. "One of the victims was mean today," he pouts. After you managed to catch your breath, you replied, "Who cares? That fuck is dead." You pressed a kiss on his forehead. "You're the one here right now, alive." You whispered.

[thegr33nc0met]

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[loaksbitch]

ghostface!ethan x fem!reader — can’t stop thinking abt ethan landry going all mad abt reader <3

warnings : slight s6 spoiler, ghostface!ethan, slight filth (it’s actually turned out way too filthy guys), begging-ish + puthy eating. oh and? it’s basically a nsfw headcanons yeah.

ethan landry who actually kneels in front of you, unmasked and face twisted with sour and restrained feeling between his thighs.

ethan landry who bites his lips to stop his chin from quivering as he softly whimpers, “please..please let me have a taste of you?”. ethan landry who places his hand on the front of your thighs, tears glinting in his doe eyes and his curly hair ghosting his brows.

ethan landry who is touch starved for you, literally whining when you run your fingers into the fluff of his hair. ethan landry who breaths heavily, his pelvis slowly rutting onto the air for any type of relief. ethan landry who sucks a deep breath between his teeth the moment you fist on his hair.

ethan landry who would literally allow you to rip him apart. ethan landry who heaves when you allow him to touch you. ethan landry who knows this is wrong, falling for you means betraying his family. ethan landry who would do anything for you even if it means killing his own father or sister. ethan landry who is ready to be with you.

ethan landry who fiddles with your shorts, untying the rope and tugging your cloth down. ethan landry who gives you a lust-filled glance when he’s met with your bare cunt. ethan landry who feels his cock twitch with the fact you only wore shorts and no panties.

ethan landry who hurries you onto straddling his shoulder. ethan landry who dips in your folds with his tongue, moaning at the feeling on your slick and your sweet taste. ethan landry who’s holding onto your hip with one hand and other chasing to find yours. ethan landry who laces his fingers with yours, squeezing while he fucked you with his tongue.

ethan landry who urges you to cum, pushing you to the edge with his skillful tongue. ethan landry who graze the tip of his nose on your clit. ethan landry who groans onto your pussy.

ethan landry who tightens his hold on you when you come. ethan landry who eats you clean, lapping on your juices. ethan landry who helps you get on your feet.

ethan landry who adjusts your shorts back, tightening them like they were before. ethan landry who brings himself to his feet, rearranging his cloth. ethan landry to smiles at you cheekly before leaving to kiss you and make you taste yourself.

ethan landry to breaks the kiss to press his forehead with yours. ethan landry who then utters a small, “i love you.”

ethan reqs are open — short drabbles or nsfw?? slide in <3

(ethan landry apologist) — @sullybby @dilfverz @casiia

[neo-novaa]

eager

; the second part to bitter

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut !! p in v, fingering, ooc ethan (he fucks) not proofread so if you see any mistakes...no you did not.

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: ARGH this took so long and i have some very mixed feelings about this but fuck it we ball

it takes you all of seven minutes to finish a usual one-minute walk, only because you can’t stop turning around and kissing him. 

another scientific feat: it takes less than half that time to bring him through the front door, up the stairs, and into your room— it’s crazy how quickly people can finish tasks when their main motivation is sex. 

you don’t waste any time; it’s easier to skip over the formalities when you’ve spent months yearning for this exact moment.

“someone’s eager.” ethan murmurs against your lips.

“shut the fuck up,” you quip, pulling him closer to you.

you can’t tell if your brain is foggy from alcohol or lust, but you’re acting on your most primal instincts: you’re nearly clawing at ethans neck as you kiss him, begging him for more. his reaction almost immediate, and he’s taking off his shirt mere moments after you shut the door to your room behind you. 

you’re the one guiding ethan to your bed, and you’re climbing onto his lap when he sits down on your mattress.

your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how hard he is against you, and it’s only then do you finally pull away from him. you lift your shirt, pulling it from your embarrassingly sweaty torso, and throw it into some corner of the room.

you nearly cower with the way ethan is starting at your torso.

or, more aptly, your tits. 

but you can tell that he’s looking over you — all of you. your neck, your chest, your abdomen, your legs; he’s taking it all in as if he’d never see it again.

“you’re so beautiful.” ethan murmurs.

you feel your face flush.

but you don’t want him to know how deeply of an affect his words have on you. so instead, you kiss him. gently.

then it’s rough— then it’s fast, and then ethans hands are grasping at your waist and rocking your hips down onto his. you feel your breath hitch when you make contact, the steady friction beginning to aid that five-month long ache in your abdomen.

it’s no where near enough, not for either of you. 

in one swift move ethan has you pinned against your back, a skillful hand popping the button of your pants. his lips fall from yours, trailing around your jaw, your neck, leaving a path of dark bruises.

you feel that same fog clouding your brain, so much so that you barely register ethans hand until he has a finger inside of you.

you’re barely able to utter his name before he’s kissing you again, the same tooth and tongue from moments ago.

“is this okay?” he says, pulling away for a moment, and you’re too overwhelmed to do anything but nod.

“good, that’s good…” ethan whisperes as he begins to curl his finger inside of you. you rut your hips into his hand, chasing that arousal, urging that tightening coil in your abdomen.

just as you’re getting acclimated to one finger, ethan is pushing another inside of you, curling at your gummy walls.

“shit, ethan--” you can barely murmur his name without whining incoherently, and you spot the way that he seems just out of breath as you are.

“i know, i know.” he murmurs, and you whimper noisily as he begins to hasten his pace. the moment ethans name spills from your lips is he pressing a thumb against your clit, and if your eyes weren’t glued shut, you’d be able to see the cockiest smirk on ethans face.

you’re arching into it, hands clawing at your wrinkled bedsheets. and the way he’s curling his fingers inside of you, and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves-- that coil inside of you snaps.

it’s loud, even you can tell. but you wouldn’t dream of holding back; you needed ethan to know how much of an affect he had on you. 

you’re relishing in the relief that flushes over your body as he works you through your orgasm, both the hormones and the realization that ethan, the boy you’d been eyeing for months just finger-fucked you. 

his lips on your skin brings you back to reality, and you nearly whine at his clothes erection against your spent cunt.

“ethan,” you utter his name, hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you.

“yeah?” he says from the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

for a moment, you don’t respond. at least, not with words. one of your (trembling) legs nudges his hips as you roll your hips against his dick, and your name lazily. spills from his mouth

“ethan,” you practially moan his name, and he’s reading your signal loud and clear. you just sit there and enjoy the view as he slovenly undoes his jeans, sliding them with haste.

you swear could feel his anticipation, that same voracious yearning that’s been festering inside of you for god knows how long. your heartbeat’s fast, your uneven breathing miraculously in sync, and you feel hot anticipation climbing up in your chest.

ethan’s on top of you again, one arm encaging your head with his warm breath hitting your chest.

you’re about to reach over to your bedside drawer when you see ethan putting on a condom, and you can’t help but take a step away from the moment.

“were you planning on getting some action tonight?”

he looks up at you, not-so-innocent puppy dog eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration that you might puke.

“if i’m honest do you promise not to laugh at me?”

you have to hold back a giggle while you nod.

and then ethan is leaning closer to you, lips oh-so softly brushing against yours, as if this moment was something temporary— as if he wasn’t literally about to dick you down. 

“i’ve been carrying condoms with me for months just in case this moment happened.”

and— oh, you almost cry.

because yeah, you know ethans about to fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and you know you’re going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it’s the little things like that that remind you of what a sweetheart he is.

but he quickly brings you back down to earth by pushing into you, burrying himself into you until his hips meet yours. your chest arches into his, and ethan can’t help the way he’s whining into your ear. it’s enough to make you see stars.

your hands find his waist, thumbing against the muscles on his lower abdomen, silently encouraging -- begging him to move.

you can barely hear his quiet whines and breathy moans against your hips rutting together; you barely register how hard ethan is biting into your neck, his canines digging into your skin. 

“--ethan,” you whine, exposing more of your neck to his blistering lips on your neck. “don’t, fuck— please don’t leave so many marks, i have a— shit, i have a really important presentation tomorrow—”

“i don’t give a shit,” he grunts, pushing away to meet your gaze. “gonna mark you up all over,”

ethan quickly resumes position, staying true to his promise and leaving dark, impossible to cover lovebits all along your neck and shoulder. his free had pushes your hips down, keeping you still as he keeps driving into you.

“you like that, don’t you,” ethan whispers into your ear, brushing his temple against yours. “the thought of being covered in bruises because of me?”

you nod helplessly, relishing how tight your abdomen burns. you can feel it coiling tighter, burning harder, and your hands are clawing at him, chasing your release.

“touch me,” you whisper, so quiet you fear he may not even hear you. everything he does is too much and too little-- you can feel every one of his nerves crashing into yours, yet you don’t feel him enough. 

skin against skin, and yet you can’t feel complete without his hands on you. 

he whispers something into your ear, something incoherent beneath his whimpers, your mewls, and skin slapping against skin.

you can feel his touch scortching into your sides, one of his hands digging into your waist as the other moves south, his fingers finding place against your clit.

you arch into his fingers, your lungs burning with needy gasps. you’re close-- he’s close, bodies moving against each other in tandem.

“you’re fucking gorgous,” he says, mostly to himself, rutting into you as he seeks his own release. he’s thumbing against your clit, helping the pressure build inside of you. he knows you’re close, he can feel it.   

that’s all you needed to finishl ethan burying himself into you, murmuring your name like a prayer. you feel yourself crashing over the edge, digging your nose into his neck, the two of you basking in the rhapsodic feeling of your release.

for a moment, thats all you do; you mellow in the shared space, the feeling of pure adoration eating each other alive. you can feel your breathing become even, your heart slowing pace, his chest beating against yours.

ethan breaths your name against your lips, enveloping you in a covetous kiss. his lips are languid against yours, those same hands burning against your hips.

you’ve never felt closer to him, and a part of you fears that if you pull away from him, he will slip through your hands.

so you hold onto ethan like he’s falling, slipping away from you. you hold him like he’s nothing but a fleeting moment. you hold him like he’s a dream, and you squeeze your eyes shut in fear that when you open them, he will be gone.

but when he whispers your name so delicately, as if the word itself could break, you bring yourself to meet his eyes: wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful. 

he’s beautiful.

so you tell him just that.

“you look so beautiful like this.” you whisper, and the red on his cheeks goes anything but unnoticed.

ethan rests his forehead against yours, his breaths falling evenly. “you stole my line.”