#scream 6 headcanon

[gatorbites-imagines]

Chad is so babygirl🥰🥰🥰 Just imagine growing up with him being best bros and when we both grow older we share one brain cell together. THE OP HIMBO DUO

Chad Martin-Meeks x male reader

Headcanons

I love Chad, so much. There’s also spoilers for Scream 6 in this, if you guys don’t want those. I might also have added some Ethan stuff in this, I couldn’t help myself.

You were related to the Riley family, most likely Dewey’s son or something along those lines, the result of a one-night stand, or Gale and Dewey having you together but splitting apart again afterwards.

You were raised by your dad, but because of his worsening mental state you spent a lot of time with the Meeks family. Your dad was both overprotective because of losing his sister and so many other people, but also because Gale mostly just ignored your existence, so he wanted to be a good parent.

You never blamed your dad because you knew he did his best, but it did lead to you hanging out with Chad and Mindy most of the time at their house. Dewey was happy that you had a support system and could be young and free, so he never had anything against it.

Out of the siblings you got along with Chad the most, even as kids the two of you were connected at the hip even more than he was with Mindy. Out of your group there was a braincell sure, but it was Mindy who had it for the most part.

You both developed feelings for each other, and of course Mindy would tease the both of you to the moon and back. Tara isn’t any help either as they keep making jokes and jabs at both you and Chad, though they never out the others crush because they’re not that mean.

When you two finally start dating no one is surprised, and of course your dad gives Chad the shovel talk, maybe even as he’s cleaning his guns. He knows Chad is a good guy, but its his duty as your dad to step in and set the record straight.

When the killings of Scream 5 happen you two end up getting hurt together, whilst trying to protect one another. You both end up surviving much to everyone’s joy, but it also results in you losing your dad and seeing your mom for the first time in years.

Since your over 18 you don’t go anywhere with your mom even though Gale tries to convince you to go with her, which leads to a big argument, and she has to be removed from the hospital since you’re still recovering.

You end up moving to college with Chad, and end up rooming with him and Ethan when everything is over. Gale still tries to contact with you and bond with you, though you think its too late for her to play any parental role in your life. Plus, you don’t trust her as you assume she’s just getting close to get information for her books.

You end up bonding more with Ethan than Chad does, that doesn’t mean you and Chad aren’t still connected at the hip, but you take interest in Ethan and what he’s into, even though you have little understanding of anything he does.

You and Chad both try to play wingmen for Ethan, and your status as the hot gay couple gives you some ins you didn’t have in the past, so your most likely able to end up setting Ethan up with a couple of girls, though it never goes very far.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Ethan gets a little flustered rooming with two hot guys, who have no problem making out in your guy’s shared kitchen or walking around in just a pair of shorts, he’s walking in on you and Chad more time than he can count.

Sure, he’s only rooming with you guys to get revenge for Richie, but why stop himself from looking when you two himbos are busy grinding on the couch to notice he’s there. You and Chad both go to Ethan for homework help too, because he’s so smart and Mindy still has the braincell.

Ethan’s found himself stuck between you and Chad on the couch multiple times during your “bro nights” with you two asleep against him. In the beginning it was just you and Chad, but then you pulled Ethan into it too since he was your roommate.

When everything with Scream 6 happens Chad still gets stabbed and you think you’ve lost him, and instead of Tara killing Ethan its you, as revenge for him using your friendship and killing your lover.

When it turns out Chad survived you rush into the ambulance with Mindy and your boyfriend is given help, with you holding and kissing his hand the entire ride there. After all of this you guys joke that you should transfer to another college, or stop being such horror movie tropes.

After you’ve all healed you and Chad decide it take it a bit more chill than you have before, not going to parties like you guys did in the past and just hanging out with your friends and family.

It results in you and Chad spending a lot of nights just cuddled up together, holding one another and just enjoying the others presence. You two just lay together and maybe run your hands over the others scars, just thankful the other is alive after everything.

You end up spending some more time with your mom, though you never get close because you still don’t think you can trust her, especially with the stuff she said about Sam in her book.

You end up taking after your dad as well, investing in some guns though not to the same level, and when your mental state starts spiraling your friends and lover are there you pull you out of it.

[mrsaltieri-real]

Ethan Landry as a Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW AND NSFW)

I was bored so rewatched Scream 6 and these just popped into my mind, hope you enjoy!

Warning/s: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Girlfriend, language, mentions of smut, oral, p in v, riding, sub!Ethan, begging, mentions of orgasm denial, degrading kink, praise kink, sweet and soft Ethan, you get the picture

Word count: approx 600

SFW

Very, very clingy. Feels completely out of touch when he’s not around you. The boy will follow you around like a little lost puppy

Big on physical contact. He likes to always be holding your hand or have your arm tucked into his

Yah, he’s touch starved

He’s literally obsessed with you.

Like, to the point where it’s probably concerning to those around you

He’s a shy little bastard though

Gets overstimulated in large groups of people so will absolutely cling to you for dear life in malls

But he really likes going shopping with you and helping you pick out clothes

He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair

He’ll lie with his head on your lap for hours just relishing in the feeling of your fingers running through his curls

Likes to fall asleep with you in his arms, or the other way round depending

He’s a big spoon little spoon switch for REAL

He blushes every time you pay him a compliment

“You look really nice today, baby”

INSTANTLY RED. How cute is he?

Bless his heart, he’s not a good cook at all so you’re the one who ends up doing the cooking

But he’ll try his best to help until you have to kick him out of the kitchen for somehow burning water

But he’ll sit at the table and watch you cook away with a big old smile on his face

Doesn’t really use pet names himself, but loves it when you call him “baby,” “babe,” and “honey.”

His love languages are quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation

He could sit and listen to you talk about your day forever

He’s the best to gossip with

“And then he told her to fuck off!”

“Shut up, no he didn’t? What happened next??“

Such a good boyfriend, right?

NSFW

He’s a needy little fucker

Like HONESTLY so fucking needy

Such a sub it’s not even funny

Two words: PUSSY WORSHIP

He’ll literally be begging to eat you out until you cum

Over and over again

Will always want to make sure you’ve had at least a couple of orgasms before he even gets his cock out

LOVES when you fuck his face, I don’t make the rules

Absolute master of eating pussy

Guys got the kind of mouth invented for going down

Loves messily sucking on your clit and getting your juices all over his face

He’s such a slut for you, he’d go out of his way to make you feel good

Don’t ask me why, but he’s a thigh and tits kinda guy and pussy obviously

He likes when you’re on top when having sex, completely dominating and taking full control

He himself doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body

Begs really prettily

He absolutely 100% whimpers

He’s so fucking vocal

Likes when you pull his hair when you’re fucking him

Really riles him up

Won’t say it, but loves to be denied of release

Actively wants you to deny him so that when you grant him permission, the satisfaction is just oh so much better

Again, won’t say it but he loves when you’re blowing him and after he already cums you keep sucking

THAT kind of over stimulation? He likes

He’ll be sobbing, saying “thank you, thank you” over and over again when you let him cum

Likes when you look into his eyes while blowing him too. Does all kinds of things to him

Goes absolutely wild when you praise him

He’s playing with your clit just right?

“You’re such a good boy, baby.”

He’d be trying not to bust then and there

He also loves being degraded

Call him pathetic and needy and he’ll be a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from your words and especially if you’re overstimulating him

But balance out the praise and degradation

He’s a very sensitive guy in more ways than one

When you’re riding him he’ll be gazing up at you, hands on your hips watching your tits bouncing and just feel like he’s in heaven

Loves loves loves when you touch yourself in front of him

Really enjoys lazy, early morning sex

But loves long sessions in the afternoon even more

As I said, deny him and he’ll last as long as he can

Don’t deny him? Baby will cum just from eating you out alone he fucking loves it

What can I say? He’d do anything that brings you pleasure. He’s just that kinda guy

[missglaskin]

Yan!Ethan Landry with girlfriend!reader would include:

Please don't report, all it will do is shadowban it

Tags: Yandere, toxic relationship, co-dependency, delusions, mentions of violence, scream6 spoilers, smut, brief perv!Ethan

Ethan is a wolf in sheep's clothing. A shy, dorky guy who no one would ever suspect of harming a fly. Chad introduced you two for the first time. Remembering his flushed face, wide eyes, and slight jolt when you shook hands.

For Ethan, it was love at first sight. Many times you crossed his mind, a fleeting thought he can never shake. He did all he could to catch a glimpse of you again. Feeling his breath shorten when you walked into a room, eyes fixated solely on you, forgetting whatever it was he was doing.

Ethan was eager to learn everything there was to know about you. Hours are spent scrolling through your social media. Him trying to figure out your schedule and which buses/trains you take so he can coincidently be there as well. Not to mention pestering Chad and his friends with endless questions until they push him to befriend you.

And on their advice, Ethan befriends you. As you are to him, he desires to be your closest friend, your soulmate, your everything. Safe to say Ethan attaches himself to your hip-whenever you are, Ethan is near. You don't give it much thought at first, after all this is Ethan you're talking about-the sweet, gullible Ethan.

Ethan goes above and beyond to please you. Offering his jacket because you seemed cold or buying your favorite snacks to cheer you up. And he's always there to console you; the sight of you in tears is enough reason for Ethan to rush to your side and cradle you against him.

But in all his sweetness, you fail to notice the dark look in his eye. You don't see how his grip tightens when you enjoy the company of another. How his jaw clenches when you dismiss your time together in favor of some of your stupid friends. If you were to ask, Ethan would drop everything; why not do the same for him.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise when one of your ‘friends’ ends up dead. Their body discovered with numerous stab wounds, almost as if they had been repeatedly stabbed in rage. And as you shed tears in sorrow over your friend, Ethan is there to comfort you, holding you close to him.

Over time, you also begin to notice how many of your things go missing. Unaware of how Ethan jerks off with your panties, imagining him fucking you-stuffing you with his cum. Unaware, he mists his room with your perfume, paying special attention to his pillows, inhaling the scent as he imagines holding you. How much he would give anything to wake up with you by his side.

It was as if the universe was on his side. When Ethan asked you out, he was afraid of your rejection, of hearing "Sorry, I only see you as a friend." But to his complete surprise, the word "yes" was uttered with your lips, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss you. 

He got his wish when he asked for a kiss; you eagerly agreed, moved by his sweetness. The kiss started slow and gentle and for a brief moment, Ethan believed he was dreaming. It was everything he hoped for and more. And before you knew it, he deepened the kiss, stealing your breath away as he did so. 

Ethan became addicted to the feeling of your lips touching his. It didn't matter where you were or what you were doing, your boyfriend will still steal a kiss from you. That or smothering your face with kisses, savoring the sound of your laughter as his arms wrap themselves around your waist.

Even one day apart from you is like asking Ethan to stop breathing. He has lived his entire life without you, but a taste of you in his life has him hooked. He loves you as if he was an alcoholic-refusing to ever let you go. 

But at the end of the day, Ethan is aware of his tendencies. Knowing full well how you will react to his violent and possessive tendencies, yet there is still this slight delusion in Ethan. That maybe after spending so much time with him, that if he were to remove everyone from your life and be the only person left, you will love him with the same ferociously.

You can't recall a time when you went without Ethan's touches. Where you haven't felt his hands roam your body and caress your skin.  He's touch starved; truly. Feeling his hand on your back or reaching for yours as you walk. Pulling you on top of him as you cuddle, nuzzling his face to your neck. But you never complain, do you. 

But…sometimes Ethan lets his tendencies creep in. Not missing the agitated expression on his face when your friends join your company. How he once crashed a can in his hands when you were laughing at some stupid joke they made. Remembering how he once came to you with bruises on his hands and face, all while there was news of another body being found. But even then, how could you suspect anything of your sweet Ethan.

Soon you began ditching your family and friends all for your boyfriend. He always knew the ways to snatch you away. And according to him, the two of you must do everything together. Doing chores? He is happy to help. Looking to binge a show? Don't do it without him. Have to get something from the store? Of course, he will come along. 

Strangely, many of your friends have complained that you ignore their texts or miss their calls. When you question Ethan, he merely shrugs feigning innocence. Several times you caught him looking through your phone. He has given you his (unaware he has another one) this shows that he trusts you, do you not trust him as well? Besides, if you are so protective of your phone, you might be hiding something from him; if not, why not let him look. 

If you haven't guessed, boundaries don't exist in Ethan's dictionary. No matter how many times you try to explain it to him, he just doesn't get it. Do you no longer love him, has his presence started to annoy you? What started as a confrontation ended with you consoling him.

Similar to your everyday relationship, Ethan is eager to give. He's addicted to your taste; obsessed with your pretty little pussy. He's like a starved man, satisfying his insatiable hunger. Having you seated on his face with his hands gripping each of your thighs as he devours your dripping cunt. Feeling the vibrations of his moans against your heat.

Your boyfriend is a total horndog, it must be said. The numerous times he whisked you away only for you to have sex in a restroom or an abandoned storage space. He was even worse behind closed doors; there wasn't a surface in the entire damn place that you hadn't fucked on. Even in the early morning or in the wee hours of the night, you can feel the hands creeping between your thighs.

He’s usually so gentle and attentive; it’s expected of him to prioritize your needs over his. But there are times when Ethan shows a different side to himself. Usually, if he observes you being overly friendly with someone else. Removing your clothing with such eagerness that you fear he might rip it. Almost wincing in pain as you feel his fingers digging into your skin. There’s this dark look in his eye as his girthy cock fills you to the brim. The following day, Ethan returns to his usual self and you choose not to mention the bruises he left behind.

With the murders that are occurring through Woodsboro, Ethan uses it as a way to keep you close to him. What would you do if you were being attacked and he wasn't there to protect you. He even insists that you share a dorm from now on.

Ethan may even pull some strings to make Mindy and her friends view you as a suspect. But don’t worry Ethan is there to reassure you that he doesn’t believe you could ever hurt anyone. It appears to be just the two of you. You two against the entire world.

When his plans to get rid of Sam and her friends are carried out. Ethan considers the life that will come after that, the life he will have with you. He has daydreamed many times at night of the two of you owning a home-living together with a ring on your finger. Perhaps some children will be involved, he does believe you'll make a wonderful mother. Wouldn't that just be the perfect life.

[hikakuriyyu]

Scream men having a crush on you (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, female!reader.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would act if they had a crush on you.

⁎ author note: omgggg the last headcanon did so welll thank youuuu ! here's another one nena :).

Billy Loomis:

Billy would watch you at the other end of the room and his eyes sometimes lingered a little too long. He would be quiet at first, but the way he would look at you said it all.

While sitting on a bench outside the school, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. You look up and Billy is sitting at the bench next to you, staring at you. And when you two lock eyes, he gives you a knowing grin before slowly looking away.

Billy would be super protective of you even before confessed his feelings. If somebody was being annoying or coming too close for comfort, he would step in and send them off with a cold look or a snarky comment. It's his way of saying that you are his, even if he has still to confess a crush on you.

You're talking with a classmate when they get a little too close for your comfort. Before you can react, Billy steps in, sitting between you two. ''You good here ?'' he asks, his voice low and snarky. His voice alone was enough to make the classmate back off.

Billy would be playful but in a subtle way. He'd find excuses to brush against you or sit next you. Whether it's a playful nudge or a teasing comment. He'd know exactly how to keep you guessing about his true feelings.

While walking down the hall, Billy ''accidentally'' brushes his arm against yours. ''Excuse me, sweetheart.'' he says, giving you a small smirk, leaving you flustered and wondering if he's serious—or just messing with you.

Stu Macher:

Stu would tease you and give you silly nicknames, make over exaggerated jokes only to make you laugh. His teasing wouldn't be mean, it's just his way of gaining your attention and making you smile.

You're sitting at lunch when Stu sits next to you. ''Hey there cutie.'' he says, poking your side playfully. You roll your eyes as he's already laughing at your reaction. ''What ? You know you love me.'' he adds, winking. Even though he's just teasing, you can't help but smile.

Stu would love PDA. He'd casually sling an arm around your shoulders, give you playful nudges or ruffle your hair. Sometimes, he'd find little excuses to touch you, like offering a high-five but turning it into a subtle hand-holding moment.

As you walk down the hallway, Stu suddenly throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. ''Found you !'' he exclaimed. He gives your shoulder a little squeeze before letting go, his goofy grin never fading as he walks beside you like it was the most natural thing.

Stu would do bold things to impress you. Whether it's showing off something he did or loudly saying something ridiculous in front of others, he'd always try to be the center of attention, hoping to make you laugh or catch your eye. He would wanna make sure you noticed him.

During gym class, Stu decides to show off, and out of nowhere, he does an exaggerated salto, landing somewhat on two legs. He looks directly at you as he straightens up. ''Impressed ?'' he says, his grin widening.

Mickey Altieri:

Mickey would try to impress you with his knowledge of movies, constantly bringing up references or suggesting movies for you to watch. He'd casually drop trivia in convos and analye movies in a way that shows off his smarts, hoping you'll find it attractive.

You're reading about a movie on your phone when Mickey leans in slightly. ''Oh, you've never seen that one? It's a classic.'' he says, his tone smooth but eager. He proceeds to give you a breakdown of the plot, enjoying every moment of impressing you. When he sees that you're listening, his smile grows, knowing his movie talk is working.

Mickey would pay close attention to little things about you. Like your favorite snacks or your hobbies. He'd start showing up with your favorite drink or snack. All just for the sake of being ''a thoughtful friend.''

One day, you arrive at your usual hangout spot, and Mickey casually hands you your favorite drink without even asking. ''Thought you might need it.'' he says with a small smile. He simply shrugs it off, acting nonchalant, but you can tell he's pleased you noticed.

While he wouldn't be loud or obvious about it, Mickey would be quietly protective of you (?). He'd stand a little closer when others are around, keeping an eye on anyone who bothers you and make sure you're always comfortable.

At a party, you're surrounded by a noisy crowd, and Mickey stands close behind you, his presence reassuring. When someone tries to get a little too close, Mickey discreetly steps in, standing between you and the person, all without saying a word.

Charlie Walker:

Charlie would watch you quietly from a distance, admiring everything about you. He would always offer a hand when you need help or listen intently when you talk. His crush on you would be more about quietly being there for you.

You're sitting in the library, struggling with an assignment, when Charlie quietly takes the seat beside you. Without saying anything, he glances at your work and points to a part of your notes you missed. ''I'll help you.'' he said kindly. You thank him, and he just smiles softly, nodding in acknowledgment.

Being the film fanatic that he is, Charlie would express his feelings through movie references. He'd drop subtle hints by recommending romantic films or quoting lines that express his feelings for you.

You get a random text from Charlie with a link to a scene from an old romantic movie. You watch the clip, and you realize it's a scene where the main characters confess their feelings.

Charlie would try to show his affection through thoughtful gestures. Whether it's offering to help you with schoolwork, giving you a rare movie from his collection, or just leaving you cute notes, he'd use these gestures to show he cares without being too bold.

After a long day, you open your locker to find a note from Charlie. It's just a cute quote from a movie you both love with a snack he knows you like. You smile, knowing it's his way of saying he's thinking of you.

Ethan Landry:

Ethan would find himself constantly glancing in your direction without realizing it, only to quickly look away when you catch him. He'd awkwardly pretend to focus on something else, all while secretly hoping you didn't notice how often his eyes divert towards you.

During class, Ethan sits a few rows behind you, trying to focus on the teacher. But every few minutes, his gaze drifts to you. When you turn around and catch him staring, he quickly looks down at his notebook, pretending to take notes while internally freaking out.

Whenever Ethan tries to talk to you, he'd get flustered and start rambling, his words tumbling out in a rush. He'd nervously stumble over compliments. He'd end up laughing at himself, hoping you find his awkwardness endearing.

After school, you bump into Ethan while waiting for your ride. Trying to apologize, he stutters, ''Oh- I'm so sorry I-I wasn't looking ! Are you alright ?'' His face reddens as he realizes how awkward he sounds before he lets out a nervous laugh.

Despite being shy, Ethan would quietly go out of his way to do small, thoughtful things for you. Like saving you a seat or offering to carry your bag. He'd be too nervous to make a big gesture, but these little acts of kindness would say alot, especially when he flashes that shy, adorable smile after helping you out.

One day, Ethan notices you struggling to carry a pile of books. Without thinking, he rushes over offering to help. ''Here, I got it.'' he says, a shy smile on his face as he takes the heavier books from you. His heart races a bit when you thank him, and he can't help but grin, feeling proud of himself for being helpful, even if he's too shy to say more.

[3vergr3en]

My brain burns with the urge to express my head canon’s abt Actor!Jack Champion in a relationship w/ Actor!Reader 🤧💕

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He’s obsessed with your laugh.

He will do everything in his will power to make you laugh in front of the camera even if it meant him enduring a scolding from the director or his manager for purposely messing you up.

He loves, like, loves, seeing you happy. So whenever you’re either laughing with him, or at him (bc of his lame dad jokes), it doesn’t matter as long as he hears those pretty sounds of laughter that he adores.

Whenever you guys are on the set of Scream VI, you guys act like a couple of kids when you guys are together.

The behind the scenes mainly consisted of you two constantly bickering immaturely, playing footsies when sitting in your assigned chairs, or randomly playing tag out of no where.

But there were times where there was peace from the mischievous duo. Only because you two were cuddling together, sound asleep in either of your trailers.

After shooting your guy’s scenes, you guys would most of the time hang out in your trailer.

He would always be laying on your lap with you sitting up.

And he LOVES when you play with his hair.

Either with you twirling your finger through each individual curl or running your hands through his brown locks, he just loves the sensation of you touching with his hair.

On the red carpet, he’s as eager to answer questions about you as he is to talk about his acting career or the character he portrays in the film that he’s in.

He never fails to mention on how incredible of a girlfriend and actress you are.

He fr could go on for hours talking about you.

And you, on the other hand, love watching those interviews of him when they’re posted shortly after the event.

As well as teasing him when you guys are together at home.

“The most gorgeous person besides my mother? It’s no other than my kind girlfriend, Y/n.” You’d quote him.

“Shut up!” Jack would complain and proceed to run over to you to cover your mouth before you could quote anymore.

[reinerszn]

ethan who pulls out your cunt, letting his dick rest against your clit as you squirt all over him, soaking him in your juices. a shit-eating smirk was plastered on his face n he was in absolute awe. “fucked you so good.. all you can do is squirt, huh.” ethan groaned. “my pretty doll..” he taps your cheek a few times with his hand, almost smacking you.

ethan loved your blissed out face; it only fueled his ego and pride. “c’mon baby.. talk t’me.” you were simply too fucked out from the multiple orgasms you gave him. his index finger and thumb took hold of your chin, making you concentrate on him. “know you can still talk. c’mon baby, you don’t like it when ‘m mad, right?” you immediately shook your head from side to side as his hoarse voice rang in your ears. “no— no no eth.. don’t like when you’re mad.”

“that’s what i thought.” and without warning, he invaded your walls again, pushing through to sweetly kiss your cervix.

TAGS ੭ ᕀ . ˚₊ @insidethepalemoonlight (1st ever person to join my taglist, love u baby ᨳ ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ !!!!)

[chaethewriter]

bf does my makeup q&a

Jack Champion x content creator!reader

In which you record a Youtube video with your boyfriend, the one and only Jack Champion.

word count: 2,3k

Warning: fluff, lots of fluff that it's cringey, this took me 5 days to write bruh I'm lacking

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy @wafflehousewrold

"Camera, set!" You put your camera on its stand as you flipped the screen around, pointing towards the front for you to see. Jack appeared on the screen as you did so, sitting on the couch in your room as in front of him stood a table with your two makeup bags and a mirror. You pressed record when everything was clear on screen— centered and not lopsided. You took a step back as you watched yourself on screen, thus making him immediately grab you by the waist, putting you down on his lap. He held you tightly against him, his arms caging you from behind, "Mmm, can't you start the intro now?" His face buried in your hair as he spoke, satisfied with the position they were in. But you had different ideas, as you abruptly got off his lap and took a seat next to him, your legs thrown over his lap, "you can't do my makeup when I'm on your lap, pookie." You booped his nose with your nail as the words left your lips. As a response, he groaned as he sat back, resting his back against the soft material of your coach, his hands behind his neck as he watched you through his eyelids. You took your phone out and clicked on the Instagram icon for today's video.

"Hello, pookies! Welcome back to the channel. Today is a very special video as I'm joined by my sweet Jack!" You wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him close to you, your cheeks pressed against one another. He brought his arms down, wrapping one around your waist. His gaze settled on your camera as he smiled, "Hi guys!" He greeted your viewers with his other hand raised into the air, doing his familiar greeting sign with his thumb, index, and middle finger. You pulled away from your boyfriend, putting your phone in your lap as you clapped in your hands, "Today! As the title said, Jack here will be doing my makeup as we answer relationship questions you guys have sent me through my story!"

"Follow her insta, by the way! Appearing right here!" Jack is almost a natural, as he did some magician movements with his hands for you to edit your username in. You watched as he did so, making you burst in a fit of giggles, "You're such a natural babe, you should start your own channel."

"What can I say? I'm Jack the Champ!"

"So cringey?" The two of you looked into each other's eyes as you laughed. You clung onto your stomach as Jack clung onto you for dear life. The laughing continued for like five minutes. You really had to cut this out later. "Okay! Okay! So Jack needs to recreate my usual makeup look with the makeup provided while we answer questions. I'm such a kind girlfriend, so I allow him to have a picture of my makeup look on his phone." You explained, pointing at his phone flat on the table with a picture of you opened.

"I just want to announce that I know what my girlfriend looks like and that I already had this picture of her in my gallery as well as hundreds of other pictures I snapped of her!" You rolled your eyes at that statement, a chuckle leaving your lips, "Yeah, yeah! Anyways, let's get started. What do we start with, babe?" You watch as Jack carefully unpacked your makeup bags instead of throwing them upside down. He knew how much you valued your products, and he made sure he was gentle with them. It gave you a warm feeling. He put everything down in a neat order, looking at all the different brushes and products, "so from my acting experience, because you know I'm an actor, they always use the prime thing first? Like to keep your makeup intact?" He looked at you with puppy eyes, asking for approval to his words. You knew you're supposed to not give him any hints, but you couldn't stop yourself from nodding your head. While Jack looked for the 'prime thing', as he said it, you scrolled through the questions you were asked.

"Found it!" The two of you exclaimed at the same time: Jack talking about the primer and you talking about a question. He picked the product up— the glass container filled with a white cream as a lid covered the pump. You smile as he pumped some on the back of his hand and taps it against your skin with his finger, putting both his hands on your cheeks right after and spreading it with his palms. You fell into a fit of giggles as he did so, "Jack!" You exclaimed with your face all squeezed up. Proud of his work, he pulled his palms away and awaited a question from one of the viewers. You brought your phone to your face as you read the first question, "How did the two of you meet? Jack, the honor is to you."

Jack brought his hand to his chin as he pretended to think, thus making you playfully slap his chest, "Don't pretend you don't know, now!"

"Okay okay! We actually met during my Avatar press tour. She was all over me and I thought she was incredibly pretty." He exaggerated what had actually happened and you barely wait to voice this out loud, "That's not how it went! Stop embarrassing me!" Your face heated up as you looked at the camera, "Yes we did meet at his press tour, but I wasn't 'all over him'! I just asked for a picture, posted it, and tagged him in it, and all of a sudden, he was in my DMs. Don't change the story now, mister Champion!"

This time, it was Jack's turn to blush immensely. His secret revealed how he actually made the first move. He recollected himself, before a grin spreaded across his face, "I mean what can I say? I'm a rizzer."

"Oh god, please never say that again."

The two of you laughed as he picked the eyeliner up, "You have a weird way of applying makeup, so this actually comes second. I don't understand why, though?" He uncapped the eyeliner, revealing the inbuild eyeliner brush. "Eyeliner is so hard to do! Like it takes so long cause I want it to be perfect and by the time I am done my foundation isn't correct anymore because of the wiping!" You whined your complaints out, already growing frustrated thinking about the struggle.

Jack put his hand on your waist as he pulled you closer to him, "Sit still, baby. I never did this before so uhm here goes nothing?"

"Don't poke my eyeball, please." You then kept your mouth shut, as if it helped with him doing better. Jack is incredibly delicate with it though— he held your chin with his hand while the eyeliner was in his other staring directly into your eyes as he concentrated on his work. You felt your skin heating up yet again, your grip on the eyeliner tube wet, thanks to your sweaty hands. It doesn't matter how long you're together with him. He never failed to make you feel nervous. He never broke eye contact, not even when he dipped the brush in the eyeliner. His breath fanned against your skin as he leaned in closer, "Are you nervous?"

"Shut up..." Your voice came out softer than expected. Unfortunately, he pulled back to admire his handywork. It's not even, but he is proud either way. "Next question, babe!" He playfully nudged you with a cheeky grin.

"You're so annoying!!" You quickly brought your phone to your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassed state. "But you love me!"

"What attracted you to Jack and vice versa? Definitely his goofy self. I usually don't look at gym guys, but Jack's goofy demeanor and just being himself made me attracted to him, no matter what he does."

"You're so cute!" Jack pulled you closer yet again, basically seating you on one of his as your legs dangled to one side. He faced the camera while his arms held you steady, "What made me attracted to her is definitely her way of texting. You feel her care and love and joy when she texts you. She's so sweet about it too, aren't you?" He faced you again with a cheeky grin, making you blush like crazy, "so annoying!!"

He picked your foundation and concealer off the table in front of you, "These are all too familiar to me, but I can't remember which one goes first?" He looked at you with puppy eyes, hoping to get an answer out of you. This time, you kept your mouth shut as you let him figure it out himself. He pouted at you, putting the concealer down. He uncapped the foundation and looked at the brushes. "Babe, which one? You should help me out, I wanna do good."

You almost give in. Almost. Too bad for Jack though, because you only gave him a cheeky grin. His gaze traveled from your pretty face to the table. There were so many different brushes and sponges. He remembered makeup artists using a big one, but which one? He decided on the latter and took the biggest one in his hand. It needed to spread and cover the entire face, after all, right? He decided to follow his gut and put a few small pumps on the back of his hand. He dipped the fluffy part of the brush against it and pressed it to your face. Like you were a canvas and he was the painter. Your chuckling made him roll his eyes, "stay still! I'm being a professional right now."

"sure you do, babe."

Jack started to feel himself in his role as makeup artist. He didn't wait for you as he immediately got on with the concealer. He tapped the wand under your eyes and on your nose, just like artists do to him. He took a small brush and blended it by tapping it. You watched how the tip of his tongue slips out from in-between his lips, his concentration to the max.

Even though your boyfriend has adhd, he can for sure keep his focus on you the entire day. "Next question! Ohh I like this one. When did you realize you fell in love with each other?" You tapped your chin as you think about it. You have always loved Jack, but when did that go from celebrity crush to a real crush?

"I have always loved Jack, if I am going to be honest. I started following him since his Avatar announcement, but he turned into a crush from the moment he wanted to switch from Instagram DMs to messages." You explained as you locked your sparkling eyes with him, awaiting for his response.

He took a moment to admire you, a warm feeling bubbling inside his chest since he knew the exact moment that he realized. "When you looked up at my face with those worried eyes that held so much care as you held on my arms. You always did so, but there was a time when it didn't feel friendly anymore. It felt like so much more as my heart sped up."

That was all it took for you to literally take off.

You sprinted out the room, towards the bathroom, in pure disbelief. The disbelief that he had actually decided to answer the question like that. The disbelief that a boy could actually be so true to his feelings.

"baby? Where are you going?" Did he say something wrong?

You stood in the middle of the bathroom with your face in your hands, teary eyed as you smudged your makeup. "babe?" He had followed you to the bathroom. When he heard your sobs, he immediately panicked. His arms wrapped around your figure, his cheek resting against the crown of your head as his hands caressed your back, "did I do something wrong?"

"no you just, you're, you." You didn't know why you were crying. Well, you did know the reasoning, but you didn't know why it made you so emotional.

"You truly love me."

"yes, yes I do. Of course I do. More than anything else." He ran his hands over your back. He knew you had a hard time when it came to romance in general. You had told him and he made sure to take good care of you, until you truly believed him. And that you did. He took such good care of you. And he would continue to do so until his very last breath.

Recording was long forgotten as the two of you bathed in each other's arms.

He was so happy to be yours.

BONUS:

"Ow! This hurts! Baby please stop!" After the makeup video, you had begged Jack to do a skincare routine with you. He had agreed, not knowing it could have been this bad. It was charcoal mask day.

"It's supposed to hurt!"

"Why would you do this to yourself? Ow ow wait!" He extended his arms to keep you away from him. He was much taller than you, so it certainly did the job. "But why! What does it do?"

"it deep cleans your skin, basically. Your face is going to be silky smooth when I kiss your face all over!"

He thought about it for a second. Kisses? Lots of kisses?

"Do I get lots of kisses after you pull it off me?" You nodded as a response. He sighed in defeat as he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. This was your cue to stand in between his legs, his arms wrapping around you immediately. Your fingers made its way to the pulled bit of his dried mask.

"Fine, you can do it! But I expect a lot of smoo- OH MY FUCK AHHH!" 

[haddonfieldwhore]

bedsheets - ethan landry

nsfw // no spoilers 🔪 // pre ghostface attacks

warnings: nsfw, protected!sex, sub!ethan, sub!reader, friends to lovers, language, slight praise kink, it’s just fluffy as hell, not edited!!

soft ethan playlist 🎧

can be read as a part 2 to “tired” or on its own

you and ethan walked out of study hall together, after an especially boring lecture that had you almost asleep at your desk.

“that was the longest 2 hours of my life,” you sighed, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you shoved your textbook into it. “i think i’m gonna skip the afternoon today.”

“i could meet up with you later? i’ve still got english today, but i’ll be done at 3,” he offered. you grabbed his hand, dragging him in the opposite direction of his class, and he smiled as he followed behind you.

“or…,” you began. “you could skip your classes and just hang out with me now,” you suggested,

giving him your best puppy dog eyes. ethan knew he could never say no to you, and let you drag him to his dorm building.

the door closed behind you as ethan set his bag down on the floor, and you followed him to the living room area of his dorm.

“hey man,” you heard his roomate, chad call out to ethan from the other room.

“hey. we have a guest so i hope you’re decent,” he laughed.

“yeah i’m good, dude.” chad said walking out of his room, indeed fully dressed. “hey,” he greeted you, and you smiled in return.

“don’t you have class right now?” chad asked ethan, who was grabbing each of you a drink from the mini fridge in the tiny kitchen area.

“yeah.. i was gonna go, but this one’s a bad influence, they convinced me not to go.” ethan gestured to you, and you playfully raised your hands in surrender.

“well, i’m on my way out, so the place is yours,” chad explained, winking at ethan behind your back, and the he pushed his shoulder in return. you sat down on the couch and waved goodbye to chad as he slid his letterman jacket on and walked out the door. ethan sat next to you, turning on the tv.

“movie?” he suggested, and you nodded.

“you pick- i’m cool with whatever,” you replied, and ethan flipped through a stack of dvds before picking one and putting it in the player. the menu screen for “i know what you did last summer” popped up and ethan pressed play. you weren’t honestly too interested in the movie, just happy to not be in class. ethan and you had both seen the movie before, so you didn’t think he’d mind talking over it.

“where was chad going?” you asked.

“to hang out with tara i think,”

“do you think he’s ever gonna make a move on her?” it was obvious to everyone that chad and tara were into eachother, except for chad and tara themselves. ethan laughed, a smile spreading across his face as he thought of his friends.

“maybe. i can’t believe neither of them see how into eachother they are,” he admitted. “i think i’d figure it out if one of my friends had a thing for me.” you hoped ethan couldn’t see the blush on your face as you thought you were going to sink into the floor. you and ethan were best friends, and had always been incredibly close. it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to fall asleep in each others arms after a movie on the couch, or for you to sit in his lap at sam and tara’s when there wasn’t enough chairs for everyone. and you were perfectly content with it never being anymore than that, since you thought that’s what ethan wanted.

“yeah…” you replied, trying to focus back on the movie, but all you could think of was how close you and ethan were. his leg was just inches from brushing against yours, his arm over the back of the couch. it would be almost too easy to curl into his side, to rest your head in his chest and listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart like you had what felt like a thousand times before. so why was it any different now? why did you have to complicate things all of the sudden?

“you okay?” he asked, leaning closer to look at you, and you tried to avoid looking into his pretty brown eyes.

“just…. tired,” you whispered, not even sounding convincing to yourself, as you looked down at your lap.

“you know i can tell when you’re lying right?” he asked softly, and you looked back up at him, your noses almost touching.

“eeth-“

“can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. you tried to reply, but couldn’t form words, nodding instead. ethan leaned forward, closing the gap between you and gently pressing his lips to yours. “come here,” he whispered, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you onto his lap, straddling him as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him.

“please-“ he cut you off by kissing you again, his lips so soft as they moved with yours. your fingers clung to the fabric of the front of his t-shirt, before sliding over his clavicle and up the sides of his neck, and he let out a whine underneath you. ethan’s arms tightened around your waist, moving you against his lap slightly, and you moaned softly into his mouth. his hands slid up the back of your shirt slightly before he stopped, separating his lips from yours.

“is this okay?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“yes, this is more than okay,” you assured him, connecting your lips again. his warm hands still sent shivers up your back as they slid underneath your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they moved higher. your hand moved up the sides of ethan’s neck and twisted into his chocolate brown curls, tugging slightly.

“hmm..fuck,” ethan whimpered, and you bit his bottom lip gently, causing him to moan loudly. his hands slid down your sides to grip your hips, moving you to grind slightly against him. “can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“i’m sorry….do you want me to help you with that?” you teased, moving your hand down to palm his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. his head fell back against the soft couch, exposing his neck. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and you leaned forward to gently nip at soft skin below his jaw.

“i need you,” ethan moaned as you left hickeys up his throat, and he shuddered underneath you as you found his sweet spot. “fuck-“

“you can have me,” you assured him, and he lifted his head to look at you, his gaze soft as he brought his hand up to hold your chin lightly, his thumb tracing over your lips. you opened your mouth and let him slide his thumb past your lips, sucking on it slightly, and he involuntarily bucked his hips upwards slightly in response.

“do you….do you want to go to the bedroom? or stay here?” he asked, quickly loosing his composure as you continued to move yourself against him.

“bedroom?” you said, but you honestly didn’t care; you just wanted him, it didn’t matter where. lifting you slightly as you stood, ethan leaned down to kiss you now that you were both standing. his hands still on your hips, he guided you towards his room, his lips never leaving yours as you tried not to fall while walking backwards through the doorway.

ethan gently laid you down on the bed, grabbing something from his dresser drawer before crawling on top of you and gently kissing your forehead. his fingers traced your face from your temple down to your chin, and he tilted your lips upwards to meet his again. you arched your back, lifting your hips to meet his and he moaned, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. your hands slid under his shirt, silently requesting it be removed and he got the hint, pulling away and sitting up slightly to pull it over his head, messing up his hair slightly in the process. you took the opportunity to undo his belt buckle, before his fingers found yours and took over, removing the belt completely.

“can i..?” he asked, waiting for your permission as his hands found the hem of your shirt. you nodded, and lifted yourself upwards to make it easier to remove. removing your remaining articles of clothing, you were both naked in front of each other for the first time, but there wasn’t any time for feeling self conscious or nervous as ethan kissed you again, and your hands traveled down to stroke his length gently. he moaned into the kiss, before burying his face in the crook of your neck as you began to move your hand back and forth. he whimpered as you ran your thumb gently over the tip, and he pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your neck.

“you sound so pretty, baby.” you cooed in his ear, and he bucked his hips into your hand at your voice.

“please…god you look good like this- underneath me,” he mused, and you smiled. “slow down,” he instructed, his fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop your movements. “i wanna be inside you.” you nodded, and he grabbed a small packet from next to him on the bed, opening it and letting you help him slide the rubber onto himself.

“ethan-“ you moaned, as you felt him position himself at your entrance.

“are you sure?” he asked, and pushed himself into you after hearing you reply yes. you both moaned as the feeling of his movements sent shockwaves through your bodies. he waited while you adjusted, pressing his forehead to yours until you gave him the okay to move. starting off with slow thrusts, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to yours again. he began to quicken his pace and you tugged harshly at his curls in response.

“do that again-“ he inhaled sharply as you obliged, pulling his hair as he thrusted harder into you. “fuck, you feel so good,” he whined. “i’m gonna flip us over, okay baby?” you nodded, and ethan rolled over, now sitting on the bed with you in his lap, your legs around his waist, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you than before. your eyes rolled back in your head and he held you close, his large hands roaming your back.

“ethan… fuck-“ you had trouble forming words, you eyes glossy as you and ethan looked at eachother. he rested his forehead against yours again as he thrusted upwards into you, his rhythm becoming sloppier as he neared his peak.

“you’re being so good for me,” ethan whispered, and you rolled your hips against his, causing him to swear under his breath.

“i’m so close, e,” you whimpered, so near to the edge that you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on. “tell me i’m yours.”

“your mine,” ethan almost growled, and his movements stuttered as you tumbled over the edge, contracting around his length as he frantically slammed into you.

“fuck, i’m never gonna get over you,” he whimpered in your ear, the feeling of him inside you getting to be too much.

“come on, baby, i wanna hear you when you come,” you pleaded, tugging on his hair harder than before, and he moaned loudly, shaking as he finished inside you, his warmth spilling into the condom as you moved your hips to coax him through it. you were beginning to feel a little overstimulated, and tears began to form in your eyes as he slowed his hips before stopping his movements completely. collapsing gently on the bed, ethan carefully pulled out of you, removing the condom and disposing of it before getting a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

you lay in bed next to him, his eyes closed as he lay facing you, his curls messy and damp with sweat as you gently brushed them off his forehead with your fingers. his eyes were closed, a light blush in his cheeks and a soft smile on his lips. his brown eyes opened slightly, and his hand reached up to gently caress your cheek. you leaned forward to kiss him and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“we should’ve done that a long time ago,” you admitted, your fingers crawling up his skin to gently trace the shape of the dark purple hickeys you’d left on his neck and collarbones.

“yeah- we should’ve. but we can do it a lot more times,” he said, laughing lightly, his voice deep with drowsiness. “i like you here like this. in my bed.”

“i like being here; with you,” you replied, relaxing into ethan’s embrace and closing your eyes. with a final kiss to your forehead, you drifted off to sleep, and ethan followed shortly after, safe and warm in each others arms, where you belonged.

[wonderful-writers-au]

Or Nah (18+ minors dni!)

Dom!Ethan Landry x Sub!F!Reader

W/C - 1 K

Warnings - Alcohol and Drug usage, smut, p in v, choking kink, oral (m!receiving), bimbo!Reader, unsafe sex, pull out method, breeding kink

Or Nah by Ty Dolla $ign (feat. The Weeknd, Wiz Khalifa and Dj Mustard)

!!!! IS NOT A REAL STORY, DO NOT USE OR HAVE COCAINE UNLESS IT IS LEGAL TO DO SO WHERE YOU LIVE !!!!

Summary - You went to the club with your friend to unwind of the week, then you meet Ethan, the nerdy guy who sits in the back of your econ class, but he doesn't seem so nerdy when Alcohol is in his system....

➶✺。Are we fucking when we leave the club or nah?

➶✺。Can you lick the tip then throat the dick, or nah? 

You were what most people would call a bimbo, a hot one, you loved going to clubs and finding any boy to go home with that night. But this night, you kind of just wanted to wind down, have a couple drinks, that was until you saw Ethan. "Ok, so your besties with Anika's sister?" Ethan asks you, taking a long sip of his drink afterwards. You nod and then sit down at his booth which he invited you too.

"Yep! I practically lived with them in highschool!" You exclaim, he then takes in all your features, just long enough for you to notice. "Why are you so different now? Like at the club, you usually are like so awkward in class." "The alcohol, it like gives me a confidence boost, I don't know." He smirks. "I also just happen to be a big ass flirt sometimes." He shrugs and you let out a loud laugh.

"I can't believe it." "Well, I've managed to get you here, haven't I?" You look at him in shock, he has, he flirted with you as soon as he saw you take a seat at the bar next to him. "So are you like into me or something?" "You sweet, dumb thing, of course I am." Ethan smirks, he then moves closer to you, his face somewhat inches away from yours.

"Guysss!" Tara hisses, making you and Ethan pull apart almost instantly. "I got coke!" She slurs. "Please don't yell that babe." Chad smiles at her. Chad and Tara sit down at the booth and smirk at you both. "You guys in?" Tara asks you.

"Fuck it! Why the hell not?" You smirk at them. Tara wraps her arms around you and smiles. "I love you, Y/n. have I ever told you that. Everyone is such a fucking downer sometimes." Tara slurs at you. "Ethan, are you in?" Chad asks Ethan. "No thanks, I'd rather not get arrested." He shrugs and you frown at him. "What?!" He says as he notices your frown, putting his hands up defenselessly as Tara joins your pouting look.

"Ok, why the fuck not?" He gives up as Tara starts doing the lines of the powder out of the bag. She rolls up a 1 dollar note and then puts it almost in her nose and sucks it up nicely. "Your turn!" She smiles at you, and you take the dollar from her. You do like two lines with everyone else before you leave to get another drink. You go back to see Ethan now by himself. "Eth." You slur at him. "Do you feel fucking amazing? Cause I feel fucking amazing."

You put yourself on his lap and he blushes slightly. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at him. "I do feel pretty good." He smiles at you. "Do you want to go back to my place?" You ask him, he looks at you shocked. "To do what?" "To do this."

You press your lips against his and it feels like an instant euphoria. He tastes like strawberry and vodka, the combination of what he has been drinking all night, you loved the taste of him and as he pulled you onto his lap properly so your straddling him, your lips were back onto his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist.

His lips go down to your neck and then he picks you up like you weight as much as a feather and takes you to one of the club bathrooms and locks the door. "I don't think I can wait till we get to your house, Y/N."

"That's fine." You breathe out, pressing your lips quickly against his, he places you on the sink and goes in between your legs. His lips go to your neck and you're instantly trying to get his jacket off. You then press your lips back on his and then push him lightly off you to get on your knees. The whole situation feels rushed, but you love feeling the excitement shoot through your veins as you slowly undo his belt.

You pull out the belt and then place it on the floor as you slowly unbutton his pants, as you pull them down, his cock his strained against his boxers, already hard. "Hard for me already Baby?" You ask him, your words in a slur. He sucks in a breath as you come up to give him a kiss as you palm him through his boxers.

You then go back onto your knees and pull down his boxers, his cock springs out and is larger than you thought it would be. You kiss the tip and then he lets out a little groan. You then take him in your mouth and then he lets out a louder groan. He then takes a handful of your hair in his hand and supports your movements lightly forcing a bit of pressure on your head.

"Shit, Y/N." Ethan groans. "Your mouth is taking me so well baby..." You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and that's when you know he's close, so you quicken your movements and his grip on your hair tightens.

"Are you fine if I cum in your mouth?" He asks and you nod. It almost felt overwhelming when you felt his cock twitch almost uncontrollably and a salty taste fills your senses. You slowly glide your lips and mouth off his cock, he groans.

You spit it out into the sink, the taste slowly lingering but dissipating in your mouth. He grabs your thighs. “That was hot baby.” Ethan purrs. “You’d look so fucking sexy with pregnant my child.” He pulls your body closer to his. The space between him and you slowly shrinking in size. He pulls you up onto the sink with him. He kisses your neck. His touch and kisses makes a sense of butterflies flow through your stomach.

“Eth…we should stop…someone could walk in…” You say, your voice meek and quiet. He scoffs out a hearty laugh. “But do you want too?” He asks, his voice deep. You nod. “Then what’s the issue?”

“There…isn’t one then..” you say, you look at the door. He grabs your chin, he can read your expression instantly. “No need to be worried about people coming in. We’ll be quick.” He purrs into your ear. He slowly pulls your body onto his so you’re straddling him. As he does this, he pulls up your dress so it’s resting at your hips.

He slowly pulls your underwear to the side. He hums in appreciation. He positions you so your hovering over his hard cock. He lowers you so he slowly enters you. You gasp and he groans.

Someone knocks on the door. “Who’s there?” You ask. You hear a slur of a voice behind that door. “I need to pee.” Tara slurs. “Who ever is in there. Get out pleaseeee.”

you slowly crawl off his lap. You pull your dress and panties to the side. “Fuck you Tara.” Ethan grumbles.

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Angst and Fluff with Sam, Where it’s just sam getting angry at fem!r for going to the frat party, and some guy hitting on fem!r and trying to make r go upstairs with him, and r is too drunk to know what’s going on, but sam saves her at the last minute. and it could have a fluffy ending!

thank you for requesting! finally living up to my username with this one

SO I WANDER THROUGH THESE NIGHTS || SAM CARPENTER X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: above <3

word count: 3.8k

warnings: fem!reader, mentions of drinking + eating, mentions/allusions of SA (it doesn’t happen in the story though), violence (probably canon typical)

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

As soon as she walks into the room, the smell of weed, sweat and above all, alcohol, hits Sam all at once. It’s enough to make her want to gag, but she’s not leaving. Not yet.

She pushes through the sea of inebriated students, not even dignifying the way some of them huff or curse in displeasure with an angry response. The only thing she cares about is bringing you and Tara home. And honestly, she’s begrudgingly grown to expect this sort of stupid behaviour from her kid sister, but you? You were better than this. At least, that’s what Sam had hoped, anyway.

She’d asked you to do one thing. To stay away from one place, for one night. And the funny thing is, you’d promised. Sam could count the people she trusted completely on one hand, and you were one of them. So she - what was now proved to be stupidly - believed you when you’d assured her that you and Tara were going to stay in and watch the latest season of whatever show it was that the two of you had bonded over all those months ago. She really should’ve expected this.

Sighing, Sam continues to make her way through the crowd, stopping once a familiar sound reaches her ears.

She’d recognise that laugh anywhere.

Her head whips around, following her line of sight until she sees you with your head thrown back as you down a glass of God- knows what, spurred on by Chad’s cheers and Ethan’s silent smile. There’s an unmistakable glint of triumph in your eyes, and it hits Sam that you don’t even look sorry for lying to her face and going behind her back, and the realisation unmistakably stings. More than she thought it would. But seeing you here, blissfully unaware whilst she was going out of her mind worrying about you, serves only to frustrate her.

“Hey!” Your head snaps up at that, and Sam doesn’t miss the “oh shit” on Chad’s lips. “Having fun here, are we?

“Sam?” You reply, and the woman doesn’t know whether to be insulted or satisfied with your tone of surprise. Like you really didn’t expect her to come after you. Like she would leave you here. “What are you doing here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” Sam snarks back angrily. “What happened to a cosy night in watching TV with Tara, huh?”

You have the courtesy to look guilty at that. “That was the plan, I swear. But then Tara made a whole deal about needing to be a normal teenager for once and then she gave me those damn eyes and-“

“And you got all dolled up and came with her? You couldn’t say no to a damn teenager?” Sam recognises her steadily raising voice, and she knows that people are starting to stare. But she can’t bring herself to care. “Where even is Tara? You came here with here and you don’t even know where she is? How fucking reckless-“

“She’s with Mindy, Sam!” You cry out, evidently exasperated. I’ve been checking up on her and she’s fine! She’s having fun! She’s allowed to live her own life - she’s allowed to be by herself! We don’t need to watch her every damn second of the day!”

“What, so know you’re telling me how to look after my sister? Is that what this is?”

You run a hand through your hair. “You know that it’s not. And that’s not even why you’re mad at me! You’re mad because I’m doing something you don’t approve of - like I’m not a grown woman who can do as she pleases!”

“Oh, and what you want is to get drunk at frat parties, is that right? Your idea of fun is hanging out with all of these lowlife sleazebags? Yeah, sounds like a real fucking blast! I can’t believe you-“

“Then leave, Sam! If you’re just here to insult me, just leave me alone and go home!” Your outburst stuns Sam into silence, and has her taking a step back once she realises how the close the two of you have become. Leave me alone. Sam doesn’t think you’ve ever said those words to her during your relationship, not seriously. Not like this. It was always the opposite, you ushering her closer like you were starved without her touch.

Neither of you speak for a minute, your pride getting the both of best of you. Sam feels the racing of her heart in her chest, the sound almost deafening even with the blaring music of the party.

“Fine,” she finally bites out, voice not as steady as she’d like it to be. “You stay here. Get fucking wasted. See if I care.” She can’t read the look on your face, and she doesn’t try to discern it now. “I’m getting Tara and then I’ll be out of your hair. Enjoy the rest of your fucking night.”

She doesn’t look back as she storms away.

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Sam was wrong.

You weren’t drunk - not properly, not yet - but you damn well would be by the end of the night.

“Don’t you think that maybe you’ve had enough?” Ethan suggest sheepishly. “I mean-“

The withering glare you send his way is enough to shut him up whilst you drain the cup’s content. You know that he’s only trying to look out for you, but you’re not in the mood for his niceties right now. Sam going off at you that had completely ruined your mood. You could deal with her accusing you of lying to her. You did promise her that you would stay at home tonight. You can understand how she might feel betrayed - feel hurt - by you doing the utter opposite.

What you couldn’t stand by was her acting like you didn’t have any agency of your own. Like getting dressed up and letting loose at a party was the worst sin imaginable. Granted, it was a shitty party full of people who you didn’t even know, but the drinks were free and the atmosphere was decent enough. And you’re not about to let your lover’s spat with Sam ruin your whole night.

So you dance. You laugh. And most importantly, you drink. And suddenly, it becomes a lot easier to forget about the look on Sam’s face when you practically screamed at her to leave you be. It becomes a hell of lot easier to forget about everything, the sway of your hips becoming almost automatic as you feel the music deep in your veins.

You can’t even remember the amount of shots you’d taken by now. All you know is that a very drunken Chad had swore that he could do more than you, and ha - in his face, he was so wrong. And a lightweight, apparently. A lightweight throwing up in the bathroom, from what Ethan had worriedly told you before promising he’d be right back and to stay right there and please don’t drink anymore whilst I’m gone.

Ha. Jokes on Chad. You could handle your drinks. Mostly, anyways. And double ha, jokes on Ethan too, because you weren’t drunk enough that you couldn’t handle one more. And really, the drink was already in your hand, so it’d be a waste not to. It’s a solid idea.

It’s a horrible idea.

It’s like that final drink sends you over the edge, because barely ten minutes after your last sip, your vision starts to blur and you’re

suddenly staggering backwards until you’re up against the wall. Your hand flies out to the side to look for something - anything - to grab onto, and your squeeze your eyes firmly shut as you try to focus. If your head was hazy before, it was spinning now. God, if Sam could see you now. Disappointed would be an understatement.

You can’t think about Sam. About how horrible it was going to be going home with her mad at you. You find yourself sliding down the wall, sitting down being the safer option for your suddenly vertically challenged self. You need to think, think anything other than oh my God I am so fucking wasted right now. But you can’t. Even the music becomes too loud, too difficult to comprehend, its words passing you by in a blur. You’re not sure how long you sit there like that, head hung low as you sit on the bare floor, but with each passing minute you seem to grow more and more out of it.

You barely register the hand on your shoulder. You don’t look up - can’t look up- your gaze only raising when you feel yourself being hoisted up. And the face you’re greeted with isn’t someone you know. You would recognise Chad or Mindy or Ethan or Anika. Even in this sort of state, you would.. But this guy is different. Tall, bearded, dressed as God knows who from God knows what. You open your mouth to object, but even the action seems too tiring. Still, a faint noise of objection escapes your mouth, and the man simply shakes his head.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he purrs, his breath hot against your ear. “I got you. We’re just gonna have some fun, okay?”

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Sam shouldn’t have left.

She knows it when she’s storming out the front door with an angry Tara in tow, and she knows it when she’s practically halfway home. But you were both angry, and there was no point in even trying to reason with you when all she could think about was how you’d lied to her.

But she didn’t want to hurt you. Not now. Not ever. She hated herself for making you feel like that, so cornered that you’d completely snapped at her. And she’d deserved it. She doesn’t regret worrying about you and your safety, and she’d always be there to protect you. But you were right. You were an adult, and as much as Sam disliked it, that meant you could go to as many sleazy parties as you liked. You weren’t as fragile as Tara, someone who she could mostly justify watching like a hawk - even though she probably did need to work on that too. You were you. Too perfect, too beautiful you. And Sam had gone and shouted at you like that.

Sam was no stranger to self loathing, but knowing she had potentially fucked it all up with you because she couldn’t let go of the past, couldn’t move past the idea that the world was out to get her, that she pushed away one of the most important people in her life. One of the only people in her life. At this point, loosing you would be like loosing a limb, and probably a hell of a lot more painful. You knew her better than anybody, knew here secrets, knew her story. And you’d accepted and loved her in spite of it. Made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world and help her believe that maybe, just maybe, Sam Carpenter was allowed nice things. And she couldn’t leave things like that.

So she stops in her tracks, grabs Tara by the hand, and practically sprints back to the party, desperate to hold you close and tell you that she’s sorry. For everything. She ignores Tara’s confused yells all the way back to the building, barely even able to focus on them.

It’s getting late now, and people are starting to leave when she enters the room. She briefly wonders if you’re one of them, but even if you didn’t want to talk to her, one of your friends would’ve messaged to say that you were crashing at their place for the night. She glances over to where you were situated before, but doesn’t see you. Or Chad or Ethan, for that matter. Maybe that was a good thing, and that it meant that you were all together. Or maybe they had left and you were all alone, a voice in the back of her head warns. Sam knows that you’re allowed to be independent, but she still doesn’t like the sound of that.

She takes to to calling your name instead, and her cries become ever more frantic when there’s no response. She doubts you’d hear her over the music anyway. With a sigh, she pulls out her phone and fires you a message.

Sam: I came back, and I just want to talk to you.

Sam: I’m so sorry baby. I get if you’re mad, but we need to talk. Please.

She stares at the screen like it holds all of the answers. The answer to where you are. The answers to if you’re okay. If the two of you are going to be okay.

“Oh my God.” Tara breathes out, and Sam feels her pull on her arm. “Sam. Look.”

Her gaze snaps up, and sure enough, in front of her is you. Being practically dragged across the room because you can’t even walk straight, some guy’s arm draped around you like- like he owns you. And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s planning do with you - to you.

It makes her feel sick. And angrier than she’s ever been before, her ire burning so deep in her chest to where she feels like it’s more a fuel at this point. And she knows, without a doubt, that she’s going to kill this pathetic excuse for a man.

“Hey!” She bellows, causing the sleaze and just about everyone in the room to look up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with her?”

The thing has the audacity to bark out an ugly laugh at that. “Relax. Just helping her upstairs, aren’t I baby?”

Baby. Like you’re his. Like you’d willingly be anywhere near his filthy touch.

You don’t even answer him. Sam doesn’t think you physically can.

“Tara, grab her.” She says so lowly that her sister probably has to strain to hear her. Tara complies, and Sam steps forward, close enough that she’s practically touching the guy.

“Step the fuck away from her. I’m only gonna warn you once.” The danger in her voice is unmistakable.

“Or what?” What the hell are you-“

Sam doesn’t let him finish. He doesn’t deserve the privilege.

“You piece of shit!” Sam yells as he cries out in pain, her punch connecting swiftly with his jaw with a satisfying crack. “Does it make you feel good?” Kick. You think you can touch my fucking girlfriend like that?” Another punch.

Sam doesn’t stop. Not even when he’s balled up on the floor, his body bloody and bruised. She honestly doesn’t think she ever would stop, not if it wasn’t for Tara crying out.

“Sam!” She yells, her eyes wide. She shakes her head. “You can’t. She needs you.”

She looks over to you, still clinging on to Tara. She’s right. You can’t stay here. She needs to take you home.

Her breathing still heavy, she spares one last look to the sick fuck still on the floor, writhing in pain pathetically.

“You’re fucking lucky.” Sam spits out, standing tall over him. “You deserve to be fucking dead.”

She doesn’t get an answer to that. Doesn’t expect one. Doesn’t care.

The only thing she cares about is you. She drove you to this, she thinks, with all of her shouting and general over-protectiveness. And she doesn’t - can’t - think about what would’ve happened if she hadn’t found you. It makes her feels sick.

Sam makes her way over to your side, blinking back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She can’t break. Not now. She needs to be strong - strong for you. You meet her gaze, your eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Sammy?” You slur.

“Yeah baby.” Sam whispers, slinging an arm around your free shoulder. “I’m here. Come on, we’re going home.”

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The first thing you realise when you open your eyes is that your head feels as if it about to split open. Groaning, you sit up in bed, and try to remember how the hell you even got here and into your pyjamas. It’s all such a blur, especially after your-

Your argument with Sam. Even just the memory leaves a distinct sinking in your stomach, especially paired with the fact that she’s not in bed with you. God, she’s probably still mad. The two of you didn’t argue much, but God, you hated it when you did. It hurt, not being able to tell her how much you loved her or wrap her up in your arms. It was like loosing a part of yourself.

You can hear the TV on in the living room, and you take that as a sign that either Quinn or Tara is awake. Either that or Sam’s in there, evidently too hung up on yesterday to stand the sight of you. Sighing, you rub your eyes, stupidly hoping that when you open them again, everything will have turned out to be some bad dream.

You’re not so lucky.

Laying back down in defeat, you pull up the blanket and go back to feeling sorry for yourself. You really should get something to deal with the headache, but you simply can’t bring yourself to.

You stay like that for a while, buried under sheets and contemplating your life choices until you hear a thunk on your bedside table. Wearily opening your eyes, you see a plate with a sandwich atop of it, and you move up your line of sight until you see who your personal chef is.

“You’re awake.” Sam says simply, placing a glass of water and a tub of painkillers besides the food. “Hope you’re hungry.”

You sit up once more, wincing when you move too quickly, and take the plate from the table. You murmur your thanks before taking a bite, and the two of you sit there in silence for a while. You know you need to say something, but you just can’t think what.

Luckily, Sam speaks first.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she sighs. “I know I acted out of line yesterday, and I shouldn’t have started that argument like that. I don’t ever want to fight with you, I promise. It’s just-“ Sam pauses as she scrubs a hand down her face. “I’m sorry. Are we okay?”

“Course we’re okay.” You smile. “Always. Besides, it wasn’t just you. I said I wasn’t going to go, and then I went and did it anyway. That wasn’t cool.”

“Hey.” Sam says softly. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to do what you like. It’s one thing letting what happened to me define myself, but I can’t let it ruin this. Ruin us. I don’t want to loose you.”

“You’re not going to,” you assure her. “You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not. You got it?”

Sam laughs softly, and you wish you could bottle it and listen to the beautiful sound forever. “Loud and clear.” She stops for a second, and something darker clouds her features.

“Sam?” You question, instinctively reaching for her hand. She’s quiet for a minute, before she meets your worried gaze and speaks.

“Baby, do you remember what happened last night?” She asks softly, as if you’ll break at the mention of the topic. Frowning, you try to cast your mind back to the previous night’s event, but you only draw a blank.

“Not really. We fought, I had some more drinks. After that, it’s kind of a blur.” That’s the extent of your memories for the night, but judging by Sam’s expression, that’s not where it ends. It makes you uneasy. “Sam, “what did I do?” When you speak, your voice is barely above a whisper.

Sam’s expression softens, although she suddenly looks like she’s about to burst into tears. “You didn’t do anything, baby, I promise,” she says, nearly far too quickly. “It’s just… there was this guy.” She spits out that last part as if it were venom on her tongue. “He got a too close, tried to take advantage. And I’m not telling you this to upset you, because that’s the last thing I want. I just think you deserve to know.”

You can’t respond to that. Not yet. Because you have no idea what to with that information.

“I took care of him.” Sam says suddenly, like it’s imperative that you know. “I wouldn’t have let him hurt you. I swear to you, on my life, I-“

“Sam. I know. I know.” You say, reaching to turn her head so that she can look you in the eyes. You may not remember much, but you don’t doubt Sam when she says she took care of it - hell, if you know your girlfriend, then the asshole is probably just lucky to even resemble a human anymore. That thought should be frightening, but it’s oddly comforting, and leaves a welcome warmth in your stomach. “I believe you. Fuck, you know that I trust you. More than I trust anyone. And the fact you even came back- well, that says a hell of a lot.”

“I was always gonna come back.” Sam admits. “Doesn’t matter how mad I was, I didn’t want to leave things like that between us.”

“I know, baby. Thank y-“

“No. Don’t you dare.” Sam warns. “Don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum. If you finish that sentence, I’m gonna-“

She seems taken aback by your sudden movement, her hand moving to your face instinctively. You hope that the kiss portrays everything you need it to, says everything that you need your girlfriend to know. How much she means to you, and how grateful you are to simply have her in your life. Now you have her, it’s damn near impossible to imagine a life without Sam - your Sam. It sure as hell wouldn’t as feel as good as this, you muse to yourself.

“Love you too.” Sam says when she reluctantly pulls away. She doesn’t try to hide the smile on her face. “More than anything.” And for a moment, Sam just stares at you, a look of pure awe and a stupidly adorable grin on her face. It’s one that has you smiling right back despite yourself. “Now, you gonna eat your damn food or what? It was made with intense care, you know.”

You look over towards your forgotten sandwich, and you can’t deny that you’re hungry. Still, that doesn’t stop you from pouting and looking up at your girlfriend with what you hope are pleading doe eyes. “Fine. But if I eat, can we do the whole kissing thing again?”

“After.” She promises, climbing over you and crawling under the blankets beside you. Her body is warm, and you can feel her pressed against your side, practically radiating pure heat. “Now eat. It’s getting cold.”

“It’s a sandwich, Sam.” you remind her with a grin. “It’s supposed to be cold.”

Sam lightly kicks your foot. “Just shut up and eat it. Do you want that kiss or not?”

You shut up and eat the damn sandwich.

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୨୧ — e.l relationship headcanons

yes this is tradition for every new character i obsess over :)

just an fyi ! this will fit a more girly, coquette!reader :) any race is welcome to read ofc ! i’ll also be including some nsfw headcanons to test the waters and see if i should write more in the future ! enjoy :)

- is the sweetest cutest golden retriever boyfriend

- and is the most awkward when he first meets you

- he follows you around like a lost little puppy

- oh also for sure gives u the princess treatment. like he will never let you hold anything.

- shopping spree? he’ll hold your bags. walking back to your dorm? he’ll hold your books.

- he’d do literally anything for you because he’s HEAD OVER HEELS

- if we’re going to acknowledge the ghostface thing, i feel like he would make sure that you never get hurt physically whatsoever

- mentally? he can’t really promise that lol

- back to my sweet angel boyfriend who does no wrong !! he would never hurt a fly

- would always be taking candid photos of you

- and you absolutely hate how they look but he thinks you just look so beautiful doing an essay or cleaning the kitchen

- also he’s a canon virgin lol, so i assume he doesn’t have much experience at all with girls

- maybe a first kiss, but still super nervous about making any moves on you like first kiss or even asking you out

- SUPER ! OBLIVIOUS !

- he doubts that you’ll ever like him so before you start dating and he has this big fat crush on you he’s like ‘oh she probably doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend’

- but he’s wrong (obviously)

- once he gets more confident with you and the whole relationship thing he’s a lot more touchy than you expected

- for ex: when you first start dating he’s shaking in his boots anytime he kisses you and would probably only kiss you in private, he’d be nervous to even hold hands omg

- but you’ve been dating for a while now, he won’t hesitate to pull you in for a kiss in the middle of a subway station, and always always has his arm on your waist, or is holding your hand. touching you in some way

- he loves cuddles !! he told me personally

- after a long day, there’s absolutely nothing we would rather be doing than cuddle up with you in bed :(

- he also definitely takes photos of you while you’re fast asleep on his chest. you can’t tell me that doesn’t seem like something he would do

- he also would take his phone out and use those snapchat filters that completely morph you into something else on you without your knowledge

nsfw headcanons for my thirsty girlies

- he’s so fucking nervous the first time

- mainly because it’s his first ever time

- but like the kissing, he gets more confident with it as the relationship progresses and would gradually start to show his kinks

- and he has an obsession with going down on you i don’t make the rules !!

- idk guys he gives off sub -> dom you know what i mean?

- i think it’s mainly because he’s a virgin lol

- and as i said he gets more confident in bed the longer you’ve been dating so i feel like he would eventually end up as a dom at some point

- i also just get the vibes

- he’s so so good at aftercare and takes it very seriously

- if you want a certain snack afterwards and he doesn’t have it, he will go above and beyond to find that snack for you

he’s so cute i wanna give him a kiss on the cheek

this is also kinda all over the place but let’s ignore that !!

[v4mpgutz]

⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: @iheartethanlandry

₊˚꒰🪽꒱‧ SILK SLIPS : ethan landry, pink, romantic.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

❝ everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. ❞

headcanon tags — domestic ethan, fluff, dating ethan landry is like (blank), sick reader, dates, cuddles & kisses, love language, birthdays.

ethan landry is pink like dahlias, proud of you and your love and ever loyal to you.

dating ethan landry is like getting cosy under your covers with your favourite book, a candle lit and a cup of hot tea. he enjoys such activities with you as well. he loves when you sit cross-legged upon your quilt, his head in your lap as one hand stays on your book and the other plays with his hair.

taking care of you when you're sick makes him feel needed. he loves making you home remedies and tea and cuddling up to you when it's too hot for the blanket but too cold without.

ethan would lay down with you, his fingers gently massaging your scalp to ease any potential migraines as he presses soft kisses to your slightly chapped lips. he doesn't care if you're contagious, he's gonna look after you and you better not stop him!

dates with ethan are mostly spent at home. ethan has never been much of an extrovert so sometimes going out for dates makes him a little overwhelmed. however, on special occasions he always takes you to a fancy dinner.

when the two of you are at home, it's making homemade pasta or pizza — any kind of homecooked meal before settling on the couch with a cheesy rom-com.

when you go out, he'll book the reservation but the two of you always split the bill because you're both broke college students...... but! he'll never rush you to get ready and he'll help you put your shoes on. whether it be strapping up heels or tying laces, he's immediately doing it for you, no questions asked.

cuddles & kisses always have ethan shy. more often than not he gets too nervous to ask for cuddles if he wants them. he prefers to be the little spoon but if you want him to be the big spoon he won't tell you, he doesn't want to upset you in anyway :(

he initiates kisses often but they're very rarely super passionate. usually they're soft little pecks to your lips or anywhere else on your face. if you guys are making out and decide to get a little bit of tongue involved, there is usually some teeth clashing due to ethan's slight inexperience.

ethan's love language is physical touch. he constantly has his hands on you, not even in a sexual way. he feels comforted knowing that he can feel your soft skin right underneath his hand. when you're driving or he is, he's got a hand on your thigh as he gently rubs it. when you're on the couch, he's got his arm around you etc.

he is such a cuddlebug! he never wants to let you go and is especially reluctant to do so even if you need water or need to pee. eventually he lets go but there is more often than not lots of huffing and pouting about it.

on your birthday he'll absolutely spoil you. he's never been a super materialistic person so he's mainly doing things like cooking you breakfast, giving you a little crochet plushie he made or giving you a book you've read a million times but with notes in the margins.

don't get it twisted though! while he might not be materialistic, he definitely spends his fair share of money on you. the first year you two celebrated your birthday together, he got you a necklace with his initial on it, a little white heart gem dangling from it.

on his birthday all he wants to do is spend the day cuddled up with you while you watch his favourite comfort movies. he doesn't mind if you don't have the money to buy him a present, you being there is enough for him.

RIVER'S BLURB: omg i loved making this so so much! i hope you enjoy it. i added another mini headcanon with the whole crochet plushie because i feel like ethan would like crocheting!

[hikakuriyyu]

early morning moments with Scream men (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, suggestive content, female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: how mornings with (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would be.

⁎ author note: thank you guys so much for so many likes on the last one ! i guess i can keep writing scream fics for the time being lol.

Billy Loomis

As the early morning light shine through the curtains, you stir around, only to feel Billy's arm draped over your waist. His breath is warm against your neck as he moves closer, his soft skin of his shirtless torso brushing against your back.

You try to quietly get up, but you feel him trapping you against his chest, his arm tightening around your waist. ''You're not going anywhere.'' he murmured in a raspy low voice that sends a shiver down your spine everytime.

''Billy...'' you whisper, trying to get up again, but he pulls you back, his lips brushing against your neck.

''Shh...'' he hums, his voice smooth and playful. ''You promised me lazy mornings. Don't break my heart now.'' His grip on you is firm but gentle, his touch soft as he savors this domestic moment with you.

You can feel his palm against your hip, his tone becomes deeper. ''Unless, of course, you've got a better idea...'' The tease in his voice is evident, making you blush as he holds you closer.

Stu Macher

The sun is barely up, but Stu is already awake, his energy unmatched even in the early hours. You wake to the sound of shuffling and a gentle hum. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was on the edge of the bed, struggling to balance a tray of breakfast. toast, a cup of coffee, and a poorly-cut pile of fruit.

''Rise and shine sleepyhead !'' he grinned, his smile contagious as he sets the tray on the bedside table. Before you can even thank him, he flops back onto the bed beside you, wrapping his long arms around you like a human blanket.

''Stu, you're squishing me.'' you chuckle, trying to wiggle free, but he just nuzzles into your hair.

''You love it.'' he teased, his voice muffled. His hands sneak up to tickle you, making you squirm and giggle until he finally stops, both of you out of breath.

''Fine, fine.'' he retreats, placing a kiss to your forehead. ''But only because I'm the best boyfriend ever and made you breakfast.'' he says with a proud smile, his blue eyes glimmering as he watches you, completely smitten with your messy, half-asleep state.

Mickey Altieri

The morning light peeks through the blinds, landing on the pile of discarded books and notes on the nightstand. You stir awake, turning to see Mickey already awake, propped on one elbow, watching you with a lazy smirk.

''Morning beautiful.'' he says, his voice still thick with sleep. His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, the touch lingering a moment longer than necessary.

You smile under his gaze, playfully narrowing your eyes. ''Were you just staring at me while I slept ?''

''Guilty as charged.'' he admitted with a soft laugh, leaning in slightly. ''Can you blame me ? You look way too good in the morning.'' he said as his hand slides down to playfully rest on your ass.

Before you could reply, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his voice dipping lower. ''But now that you're awake, we could stay here a little longer, hm ?'' his grin is teasing, his eyes glinting with just enough mischief to make your heart skip.

Charlie Walker

The soft light of morning filters through the curtains as you slowly wake up, but you don't need to open your eyes to know Charlie is already up. You can feel him next to you, shifting slightly, but making no move to get out of bed. He's quiet, almost hesitant, like he doesn't want to disturb the peace.

When you finally blink your eyes open, he's looking at you, his cheeks flushed a little. ''Hey...'' he says softly, his voice almost shy, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

''Hey...'' you mumble back, still groggy. You feel his hand lightly brush against your arm, his touch gentle but deliberate.

''You know... you're cute when you sleep.'' he mutters, almost like he's embarrassed to admit it. His fingers toy with the edge of your shirt, barely grazing your skin.

You raise an eyebrow, smirking a little. ''Do you really mean that ?''

He laughs, leaning closer until his body is flush against yours. ''Maybe... It's not like I get to see you like this every day.” his voice is soft, but there's a hint of something... deeper in his words. He pauses for a second, biting his lip nervously before giving you a quick kiss, as if he couldn't resist anymore.

Ethan Landry

The morning is quiet, except for the faint hum of the coffee maker and the soft clatter of dishes. You shuffle into the kitchen, still half-asleep, to find Ethan already there. He's standing at the counter, awkwardly trying to flip pancakes, his hair messy and shirtless.

''Morning.'' he says, turning when he hears you. His face lights up, a shy smile spreading as he sets the spatula down. ''I, uh… thought I'd make you breakfast.''

You laugh softly, walking towards him. ''Pancakes, huh ? Aren't you a cutie ?''

He rubs the back of his neck, his ears turning red. ''They're a little... uneven,'' he admits, motioning to the pancakes on the plate. ''But they taste good, I promise.''

Before you can tease him, he steps closer, his hands gently resting on your waist. ''I was gonna bring it to you, but…'' he shrugs, a nervous chuckle escaping as he brings his face closer to yours, lips inches apart.

''Guess I want you to come to me.'' he murmurs, his voice soft. You lock eyes for a moment before Ethan presses a soft kiss on your lips, living in the sweet moment.

[3vergr3en]

First kiss with Ethan Landry

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Pairing: NonGF!EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

Genre: Overall fluff, a little suggestive towards the end.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I’m considering if I should make this a smut? Lemme know in the comments! 🤭

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You and Ethan were currently situated on your dorm’s couch, watching a newly slasher film that came out merely days ago for this weekend’s sleepover. This weekly tradition started a while back in the beginning of the school year when the two of you gave up studying for your guy’s shared class, economics and instead, decided to watch a horror film, Stab 1 to be exact. Who wouldn’t? It’s a classic. It now nears the end of your guy’s freshman year of college, and the both of you are excited to spend the summer together as well with your friends.

“Okay, now that was stupid of her.” You state, pointing ahead at your tv screen. Ethan stifles a chuckle and instead smile as he turn his head over to the side to watch you as you began to rant about common sense in horror films. “If you’re being chased by a killer, and you hear noise coming from somewhere, don’t go all scooby-doo or some shit and investigate! Bitch, get the fuck outta there!” You exclaim as you raise your arms up in disbelief, accidentally smacking Ethan’s forehead in the process. Gasping, you look at him with a shocked expression, your jaw falling open as your eyes widens twice its size. You hear him grunt, his eyes screwing shut as his hand goes to hold his head.

“I’m so sorry!” You repeat numerously like a mantra as you carefully rub his forehead. You press your lips together in an attempt to hold back your laughter. But when Ethan shoots you a certain look, the both of you burst out laughing, leaning against each other for support.

“I-It’s okay, really.” Ethan chuckles, reassuring you with a gentle hold around your wrist, bringing it down to rest on his chest.

Once you guys eventually regained your composure, you push back his fluffy, brown curls away from his forehead, “Are you sure you’re okay?” You hum, trying to examine his forehead in search for any visible bruises or marks, but you couldn’t when Ethan looks away.

And you don’t know if it was your eyes deceiving you or your mind playing tricks, but you could’ve swore that you saw his cheeks blush a light shade of red.

“I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?” You reach your hands up to cup Ethan’s cheeks and try to turn his head, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Ethan, I can’t see if you won’t look at me.” You sigh, fully turning your body around to face Ethan properly. But that still didn’t stop the young man in front of you as he continues to look away.

“Jesus, Eth, why do you have to be so stubborn?” You shuffle yourself onto Ethan’s lap, knees planted on each side of his hips as you finally succeed in making Ethan face you again. “Ethan! I need to see if you’re okay.”

He looks up at you with a flustered look, his curls softly bouncing when you finally stop jerking his head around. Your firm hold on him softens, and instead goes to rest on his broad shoulders. Everything around you suddenly goes quiet, even drowning out the movie playing in the background.

“You- uh- look okay.” You manage to whisper out, it’s very faint but audible for the male under you to hear. “Yeah?” He questions, his eyebrows slightly raising upwards, completing his dazed look. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and he hopes you can’t hear it, but you were too busy hearing your own heart hammering powerfully in your ears. “Yeah.” You nod, feeling you lose yourself in a sort of trance. A trance that gets you weak in the knees. And that was granted by the person who makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

His eyes swiftly glances down to your lips before linking back to your gaze once again. “I really, really want to kiss you right now.” He utters out, his hands finding a place on your waist. Your skin burns with anticipation for every faint touch of his fingertips. “Can I kiss you?” He asks gently but his grip pulling you flush against his body was anything but gentle, causing you to gasp against his soft, pink lips. Those lips that you dreamt of kissing. The lips that was asking to kiss you.

You lean in eagerly, connecting your lips with his as your response. You feel him relax against your body but his hands stayed firm holding your waist. You go to cup one of his cheeks, your thumb caressing the soft, hot skin. You guys pull your lips away from each other only to rest your forehead’s against each other. Ethan gives you a light-hearted smile, making your heart ache at the sight. You pull away to leave a reasonable amount of space between the two of you. “Was that okay?” You hear him ask as he gazes into your eyes with a look of validation. You let out a small, faint giggle as you nod. Ethan chuckles as he fixes his posture, “Good, because I want to kiss you again.”

With one of his hands, he goes to cup the side of your jaw and neck as he pulls you into another kiss. Your guy’s lips moves together in perfect sync, your heads swaying from side to side as you both push against each other. Your hand traveled up Ethan’s nape and into his brown curls, while the other was pressed flat against his chest, not to push him away, but just to make sure you have a grip on reality and not slip away into this euphoric moment. (but it might be a little too late)

“I— mhf, I like you so much, Eth.” You manage to get out in between kisses. As much as it would be easier to just pull away and confess, you just couldn’t get enough of his lips. Kissing him was your addiction, you couldn’t get enough of it. You gasp into his mouth when his fingers slip under your shirt, grazing your warm skin. “I like— fuck, you too, so much.” He replies back just as breathless as you.

His kisses begins to turn a bit more fervent, as well as his touch. His hand on your waist tracks down to your thigh. He squeezes the soft flesh, earning a soft, nearly inaudible whimper from you when you slightly pull away to breathe. He reciprocates the action as well, granting you both the time to catch your breathe. “Woah..” He pants, swallowing. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He smiles, “Can we do that again?”

[annefolklore]

P*rn Links of Ethan Landry x Reader

Posting it now even tho the survey didn’t finish its countdown 🧍🏾‍♀️

Ethan eating you out:

Eating you out for the first time

Eating you out after a Halloween party, disguised as Spiderman

Ethan becoming pussy drunk

Pussy drunk part 2

Part 3

I know they’re all the same guy but he eats pussy so well you cannot blame me 😭👆🏾

Fucking:

Reverse cowgirl

Rough

Bend over the kitchen counter

Rough morning sex

Blowjobs:

Ethan putting his dick on your face before shoving it down your throat

Sucking him off while he plays video games

More:

Ethan whimpering as you edge him

[wandagcre]

a smut oneshot or headcanons about Sam having a girlf with oral fixation? Pls i need this sm 🥺

sam's girlfriend who has an oral fixation | headcanons

SFW

sam being observant in her nature she probably picked up at this habit of yours of fiddling with your own fingers but she doesn't know much about it, instead she keeps the info tucked at the back of her mind

then! it progresses to you biting your nails, you do it when you're antsy and spacing out. sam would be concerned at times, unable to figure out what was worrying you...

and then she catches you nibbling on something. if it's not your nails, it would be your poor lips that are chapped every now and then.

sam is so gentle about it! she tries to catch your attention without fully calling it out, instead she gently grabs you by the forearm and rubs soothingly at your wrist, pulling your fingers away from your mouth

if you do smoke, at times where you're jittery until you have a stick in your mouth, sam would worry but as a smoker herself she knows how hard it could be. she'll propose a deal with you, going for a stick or two later or better yet, treating you with a snack that you like instead!

it's a frequent thing you do, sometimes it's out of nervousness, other times it's simply a need of yours that you cannot avoid. so sam researches carefully about it and finally learns that it's oral fixation - a psychological habit that you couldn't consciously control. sam would try to make things easier for you ;(

she suggests other alternatives soon as she figures out your case, she quickly lists out the type of gum or mint that you often go for! and now she has lots of them in her jeans pocket 😭

you shortly then realize out how sam had figured it out. if you bring up the topic with her, all you'll get is a soft smile on her pretty face with no hint of judgment at all...

sam giggles, "don't tell me you've been panicking about this. querida, i completely understand. would you like some mint or should we hit up your favorite diner?"

and she ends this conversation with a kiss, of course. seriously, you hit the jackpot with this incredibly considerate woman!

seriously, sam is the best gf ever for this ;( now it's in her nature to constantly check which other (better) coping mechanism you'd like and she would be there to offer it for you!

NSFW

i think sam wouldn't guess it immediately how it applies to bed, but she should have known! the way you insisted on sucking her fingers to "wet" them before having her digits plunged inside of you...

sam would be breathy, her composure faltering much as yours. "you just can't get enough of me, huh?" maybe she'll try shoving her digits farther up your throat - the farthest as she can reach. she loves the squeaking sound you make. "suck them real good for me, amor."

if sam is punishing you, after sucking her fingers wet, she thrusts them inside of her instead of you. she closes her eyes and thinks about the warm feeling of your mouth on her fingers. she loves how you're pouting about it in silent complaint!

sam absolutely adores the sight of you, sucking on it obediently! she didn't know how pleasurable it would be on her end as well, but sam is very much happy upon finding out 🥰

it's so vivid, the way you're suctioning on them. the squelching from the saliva and your dedication, having your tongue involved wrapped around her fingers quite literally, makes sam's mind oh so dizzy...

if she's on top of you or underneath, she takes notice of your open mouthed kisses along her sternum to the soft plush atop her breasts. she encourages you to suck on her nipples, tugging your head confidently and effectively redirecting your oral fixation to it!

sam loves the attention you do to it. just like sucking her fingers, you put a lot of effort in it, and you'll be easily rewarded of her getting lost in the feeling and moaning endlessly. your soft little nibbling action around her areola and nipple, makes her throw her head back in pleasure

she loves how you seem at ease and finding comfort in them. you end up marking her too, covering her pretty tan skin ;(

in short, sam is far from weirded out from your oral fixation! she's always there for you to make things easier as much as you do for her! ;(