#chase landry x reader

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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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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

some fics contain nsfw (✦)

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—

⭒ — SHERLOCK HOLMES

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—

⭒ — AEMOND TARGARYEN

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

✦ princess : @faith-forgxtten-land

𖥔. BRIDGERTON—

⭒ — BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

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

⭒ — CHARLES LECLERC

when you're missing me : @silverstonesainz

name(s) of love : @kiwisa

𖥔. SPIDERMEN—

⭒ — TASM!PETER PARKER

lean in, lean out : @literaila

i know : @vivwritesfics

✦ hold you here, my loveliest friend : @p3mybeloved

clingy : @bruisedboys

⭒ — MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDERMAN 2099

i need you to stay : @intoxicated-chan

mid night : @eyelessfaces

⭒ — PAVITR PRABHAKAR

dance with you tonight : @foreverwiththeunknown

⭒ — MILES MORALES

cheesecake : @ichorai

first kiss : @moralesie

𖥔. DC—

⭒ — ADRIAN CHASE / VIGILANTE

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

𖥔. JOHN WICK—

⭒ — JOHN WICK

one-sided love : @desoolate

remember me : @arece

⭒ — MARQUIS VINCENT DE GRAMONT

stay : @unreliablesnake

✦ something wrong with me and you : @fonteyn

𖥔. LOCKWOOD AND CO.—

⭒ — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

the language of longing looks and stolen glances : @fleetingvow

just another love song : @tangledinlove

public displays : @vi-trying-to-survive

ain't a life many splendored thing? : @wellgoslowly

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When he’s morally grey and written by Lana Del Rey

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Masterlist

♥︎Scream

♥︎Slashers

♥︎Gotham

♥︎Star Trek

♥︎The Boys (TV 2019)

♥︎Gen V (TV 2023)

♥︎Peacemaker

♥︎Stranger Things

♥︎Our Flag Means Death

♥︎Avatar

♥︎Wednesday

♥︎Goosebumps (TV 2023)

♥︎Scott Pilgrim Takes Off/Vs The World

♥︎Hellaverse

♥︎Percy Jackson (TV 2024)

♥︎Dead Boy Detectives (TV 2024)

♥︎The Sandman (TV 2022)

♥︎Monarch: Legacy of Monsters

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

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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

¬Homelander

¬The Boys Universe

¬Sukuna Ryomen

¬Brahms Heelshire

¬Joe Goldberg

¬Matt Murdock (DareDevil)

¬Quicksilver

¬Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

¬Batman

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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 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 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

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Conflicted

༄ ethan landry x reader

༄ ethan can't bring himself to hurt you, despite being taught to.

The plan was simple. At least, it was supposed to be.

Ethan had killed before. He had felt the rush, the twisted satisfaction of the chase, the moment of pure control. But this was different. This time, he hesitated.

You weren't supposed to be special. Just another name on the list, another loose end to tie up. And yet, here he was, watching you from the shadows of your dimly lit apartment, gripping the knife in his gloved hand so tightly his knuckles ached.

You were sitting on your bed, unaware of the monster lurking just beyond your window. Your face was illuminated by the glow of your laptop, eyes scanning some horror movie you probably thought was terrifying. If only you knew.

Ethan clenched his jaw, his heart hammering in his chest. This wasn’t right. He should have gone in already. He should have ended it.

But he couldn’t.

Not to you.

Ever since he met you, something inside him had shifted. He’d played his role well—the shy, awkward guy who faded into the background. you had been kind to him, in a way no one else had. you laughed at his dumb jokes, shared notes with him in class, even invited him to study sessions when no one else had.

You didn’t treat him like an afterthought. And that made you very dangerous.

Because now, Ethan wasn’t sure he could go through with it.

The Ghostface mask felt heavier than usual in his other hand. If he put it on, if he stepped inside, he would be that version of himself again—the one who didn’t feel, who didn’t hesitate.

But standing here, just a pane of glass between them, he wasn’t sure who he was anymore.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Quinn: Is it done?

Dad: Stop stalling. Do your job.

Ethan swallowed hard, forcing himself to breathe. He glanced back at you, completely unaware of how close you were to death.

Could he do it?

Did he even want to?

A small smile crossed your lips as you laughed at something on the screen. Ethan felt his stomach twist.

No.

He couldn’t.

But if he didn’t…what would happen to him?

His grip tightened on the knife.

Either way, he was screwed.

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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.

[fictionbyari]

hi gorgeous!!! so this is a smut request…

i was wondering if you could write something about non ghostface!ethan landry X fem!reader, where reader is just sooooo into him that she finally got her chance to riding him and he is losing his mind that she’s taking his virginity like sobbing for her? make him a big mess im begging youuu

and also he says something like “oh my f- god… i ca- i cant… please please please please”

Stay inside me

One shot!

Tags/ warning: Not gf Ethan,SMUT!, ridding, begging, cock warming,submissive Ethan ,and sweet aftercare !

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You always knew Ethan was shy — all wide brown eyes and soft stutters, like just being around you was enough to scramble his whole brain.

You liked it. You loved it.

And you knew he wanted you.

God, the way he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention — like you were something he didn’t even think he was allowed to want.

But tonight? Tonight you weren’t gonna let him wonder anymore.

Tonight he was yours.

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

You kissed him first, slow and deep, and you felt the way he gasped against your mouth, his whole body tense like he didn’t know where to put his hands, terrified to mess it up.

“It’s okay, baby,” you whispered against his lips. “Just let me take care of you.”

The way he nodded — so fast, so desperate — it made your heart squeeze.

You pushed him gently back onto your bed, straddling his hips. His hands flailed for a second before settling, trembling, on your thighs. His face was so red it almost looked feverish, and you could feel how hard he was under you, already leaking into his boxers.

“You’re so pretty, Ethan,” you murmured, rocking your hips slowly against him. He whimpered. Honest-to-god whimpered, like a sound he couldn’t control.(so hot)

“I— I’ve never—” he started, voice breaking.

“I know,” you said, smiling down at him. “I’m honored to be your first, baby.”

The way his eyes widened — like you’d just handed him the entire world — nearly broke you.

When you slid his boxers down, he whimpered again, covering his face with his hands like he was embarrassed to be this hard already, to be so clearly aching for you. You had to pry his hands away gently, kissing his knuckles until he let you see him.

“Don’t hide from me, Ethan,” you whispered, voice sweet but firm. “I want to see all of you.”

He nodded, biting his lip so hard it looked painful.

And when you finally guided him into you, slowly sinking down, inch by inch—

Ethan lost it.

His mouth dropped open in a silent cry, his hands flying to grip your hips like he needed something, anything, to anchor himself.

“Oh my f- god,” he gasped, voice shattering into a whimper. “I ca— I can’t— I can’t— please, please, please, please—”

He was sobbing. His body shook under you, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks, chest heaving like he couldn’t even breathe through how good it felt.

“You’re doing so good for me, Ethan,” you soothed, stroking his curls back from his sweaty forehead. “You’re making me feel so good, baby.”

“Feels—feels too good,” he cried, hips jerking helplessly up into you, chasing the feeling like he couldn’t help himself. “You’re— you’re so warm, you’re so— I— I love you—”

The words tumbled out so fast it was like he didn’t even realize he’d said them.

You froze for a second — your heart bursting — before leaning down to kiss him, messy and deep.

“I love you too, Ethan,” you whispered against his lips. “You’re mine now.”

That broke him even more. He clung to you with trembling arms, body wracked with desperate sobs, begging without words as you rocked your hips gently, letting him feel every second, every inch of you wrapped around him.

He came fast, overwhelmed, broken open under you, gasping out your name like a prayer. But he didn’t stop holding you even after — arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your chest, sniffling and mumbling tiny, broken things you could barely hear.

“Please don’t leave—please—”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you promised, kissing his forehead, feeling him shudder and finally relax against you. “You’re safe. You’re mine.”

And Ethan?

Ethan clung to you like you were his whole world.

Because to him — you were.

Ethan was still trembling under you, his nails digging little half-moons into your hips as he sobbed through the aftershocks, still buried deep inside you.

You shifted slightly, meaning to pull off and clean him up— but the second you moved, Ethan whimpered, a high, broken sound, and grabbed you even tighter.

“N-no—no, please—don’t,” he gasped, tears still slipping down his flushed cheeks. “Please, stay—stay on me, stay with me—please—”

His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, turning into another desperate whine, and you immediately stilled.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered, cradling his face between your hands, brushing his tears away with your thumbs. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He nodded frantically, still clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. His cock was still twitching weakly inside you, oversensitive but desperate to stay connected.

You leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, letting him feel how much you loved him. He whimpered against your mouth, hips giving tiny needy thrusts even though he was clearly exhausted and overstimulated.

“You did so good for me, Ethan,” you murmured when you finally pulled back to breathe. “My sweet boy. My perfect boy.”

Ethan shuddered so hard it made the bed creak, his lip wobbling again like he was about to start crying all over.

“You—you’re not gonna leave, right?” he whispered, voice so small, so scared it broke your heart.

“I’m yours, Ethan,” you said firmly, kissing every inch of his tear-streaked face. “I’m staying. I’m right here. You’re safe with me, baby.”

He nodded again, breathing shaky, and finally started to calm down a little, though he still refused to let you lift your hips or pull out of him.

You stayed like that, connected, bodies pressed together, his arms locked around your waist, his face buried against your neck, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.

When his breathing finally evened out a little, you started stroking his hair, running your fingers through the damp curls sticking to his forehead.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” you whispered. “You’re so beautiful, Ethan. I’m so proud of you.”

He whimpered at that, a soft, wrecked little sound, hips giving one last weak little buck against you before going still again.

“You wanna get cleaned up, sweetheart?” you asked gently, kissing the crown of his head. “I’ll take care of you.”

He shook his head immediately, tightening his arms around you.

“Stay,” he mumbled against your skin. “Just… stay like this. Please. I wanna feel you.”

You smiled softly, heart breaking with how sweet he was, how much he needed you.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered. “I’m not moving. You’re doing so good.”

You stayed like that for a long time, whispering little praises into his hair, running your hands over his back, his arms, his hips, letting him feel your touch everywhere.

Ethan was boneless under you, completely wrecked and completely yours, occasionally letting out soft little whines or whispers of your name like he was afraid you’d disappear if he stopped.

When he finally, finally loosened his death grip on you just a little, you kissed his flushed cheeks and said, “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? I’ll still stay close. Promise.”

He let out a tiny broken sound — somewhere between a whimper and a sigh — but nodded.

You were so careful with him, cleaning him gently with warm cloths, murmuring praise the entire time, kissing every new tear that slipped free. He was still hard even after he came, still trembling, still needy, and when you tucked him into your chest afterward he clung again immediately, a soft, broken “love you” muffled against your skin.

“I love you too, baby,” you whispered back, wrapping him up in your arms, keeping him warm, keeping him safe.

And Ethan, your sweet, messy, beautiful boy, finally let himself fall asleep — still clinging to you, still connected, still yours.

[rene-spade]

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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.

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