#the ethan effect

[messylustt]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head. "Is that bad?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you ever used tongue?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you feel?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[messylustt]

i had this on top of my mind today

imagine ethan with a huge crush on y/n, having all these fantasies on her. once a week they would call each other for econ homework, but that day he's just too horny so he gets off to her voice. y/n is too oblivious, he would be palming himself through his pants. his breath becomes a little too loud and she kind of guess what's happening and takes advantage of it to tease him/make him embarrassed.

this makes me feel things

a little help — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan can’t help but get off to your sweet voice.

male jerking off. teasing. innuendos. ethan has fantasies. wc 2.0k

Ethan felt slightly embarrassed with how eager he picked up the phone His heart was already beating fast as your sweet voice filled his ears.

"Hey, Ethan!" You smile, placing your assigment and study papers on your bed, as you got yourself settled.

"Hey, y/n." He says, a smile he can never force down appearing on his lips.

"Did you get the new assignement from this morning's lecture?" You ask, as you flip through your pages to find it.

Ethan does the same, putting you on speaker as he placed his phone on the bed. "Yeah...I think so... yes." He says, placing the assignment details ontop of the rest of his work. "Why did Mr. Harold give out papers, instead of just sending it?"

"Ah, he's old, which can sometimes mean old-fashioned, I guess." You say, clicking your pen. "Oh my god, though did you see Sophie?" You chuckle, remembering the way she had tried to flirt with the poor old man, leaning forward as she pushed her breasts together.

"No...Sophie was in today?" Ethan knew of her vaguely as the girl who would fuck for good grades. But his focus had been on you in econ, sparing glances down your body when you weren't looking.

"How could you not notice?" You ask, shifting more comfortably on your bed. "I was scared her tits were gonna fall out."

Ethan stiffened at your words, and not because you had mentioned Sophie's tits, but because the his mind wandered to your own, and how he'd always have to readjust in his seat when you'd wear a tight top. Wondering how they'd feel in his—

"We should get started." You unintentionally break his train of thought, as he gulps, silently cursing at himself. "Because I barely understood Mr. Harold."

"Uh, yeah." Ethan coughed, forcing himself to focus. "What part didn't you get?"

"The third paragraph, where he talks about the inflation and economic growth. His question after confuses me. I'm not sure what he's asking us to answer." You speak so innocently, brows furrowed, as Ethan furrows his own for an entirely different reason.

For some reason your voice was sending small electric jolts through him. All the way down to his dick, which has begun to strain painfully against his pants. Christ, not now-he thinks to himself. He licked his lips, answering your confusion, as you hum with an "ah, that makes makes more sense."

Ethan's mouth has salivated, as all his built up fantasies of you fill his head. "So, when he spoke on analyzing the economy as a system, the list he followed on from..."

Ethan doesn't mean to drown out your words. Because he's listening. But more so to the hilt of your voice, and how it would sound much more breathy, as you gazed up at him. One of his fantasies had you on your knees, licking at his cock, as your innocent eyes held his. He had orgasmed extremely quickly, multiple times, when he found this imagine in his head.

"...he could have meant that these are the elements," you had continued, completely oblivious to Ethan's wandering hand.

He couldnt help it. He palmed his cock, as he listened to you speak. You always spoke so pretty. He could imagine your confused expression as you spoke on your problems. He began to rub himself, restricting himself to just over his pants, as he bit his lip.

He won’t do more. Just…relieve a hint of tension. You continued to speak and your words began to sound like something he wished he could grab, as his hand tightened on his bulge, his rubbing growing messy.

His breathing had grown heavier but he covered it up by saying ‘yes’s and ‘no’s, answering your questions.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. Did you have any questions?” You ask. You were there to help each other, not him only help you.

Ethan had to spare a glance at his work, scanning to see if he’d written down any problems, trying to remember if he had any. Because the only problem he could think of right now is how his over-the-clothes rubbing was doing little to satisfy his need.

His cock was rock hard, and his mind was beginning to cloud over with lust, and want for you. “I—I don’t think so.” He mutters out, his fingers reaching the button of his jeans, as he pulled the zipper down.

It was shameful, but he just couldn’t help it. “Okay, do you mind if I ask another question?—sorry I just saw it now.” You ask as Ethan absentmindedly nods wanting to hear you speak more, before he manages a ‘sure’, trying to act casual.

“Great, thank you,” and you began to speak on either the 8th or 9th paragraph as Ethan stuck his hand in his pants, feeling his pre-cum practically staining his boxers.

He imagined the way you would touch him. Would you be gentle and slow, or would you deep throat him immediately. Ethan’s breathing stutters as he strokes himself. The little hums you make when you think have begun to make his hips thrust up into his palm.

His other hand had tightened around the sheet, praying that you can’t hear him jerking off to you. Ethan grows lost in your tone as his cock twitches.

“Ethan?” You slowly ask, making his hips jolt at the utterance of his name from your lips, but he tries to keep his voice of some composure.

“Yes?” He had to press his lips together after a needy whimper nearly falling.

“Are you…okay?”

Your question makes him halt-much to his cock’s dismay. “W-what?”

“You sound out of breath.” You say, behind the line trying to think of why. Because he can’t be running, he’s in his apartment with his papers on his bed like you.

“I’m not.” He coughs.

You nod to yourself, but then you catch the smallest of sounds fall straight from Ethan’s lips. You had to be mistaken, because that noise sounded like one due to pleasure.

Your mouth opened in shock as you realise. He’s out of breath because he’s…

“Ethan.” You say again, hearing a stuttering whimper from him before he tries to cover it up by asking ‘yes?’ again. “What are you doing?”

Ethan curses himself because you sound suspicious. “I’m studying. Going over the study. Like you.” He says, really forcing down his cock’s want to just ask you to keep talking so he could reach his orgasm.

“Ah huh.” You hum, unconvinced. “And you’re sure you have no questions?”

“No. No, I’m all good.” He says, really forcing his words to sound normal, as he had slowly began to stroke himself again, his cock angry.

“No questions for me?” You ask now instead. Slowly coming to the definite realisation of Ethan jerking off.

“What do you mean?” Ethan asks, your tone going straight to his cock.

“Oh, nothing.” You hum, before you intentionally make your voice come out breathier, seeing what he’ll do. “Did I mention how nice your hair looked this morning?”

Ethan’s breath hitches as his hand quickens around his cock, seeming to have a mind of its own. “N—no.”

“Oh. Well, it looked really good, I just wanted to run my fingers through it constantly.” You pause hearing Ethan’s surprised whimper. “But that’s weird isn’t it, sorry.” You were teasing him now, your study forgotten.

“I—it’s not weird. You’re not weird. At all.” Ethan’s words are broken up by his panting.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, Ethan.” You hum, making Ethan’s hips thrust up into his hand, his legs having widened as you spoke.

“Y—yeah?” His eyelids have begun to feel heavy.

“Yeah. Your always so sweet to me. Helping with my study, making sure I have a seat in econ.” You shift on your bed, debating on if you go bolder. “You’re also very good at studying, hence why you never have too many questions. You’re also very good at teaching, making sure I know what I’m doing. Your just such a good boy.”

Ethan chokes on a moan. This makes his eyes widen, because you definitely heard that. So he quickly goes to speak. “T—that’s sweet. Really sweet. You’re…really sweet.” His tone is still breathy though, as he imagines how sweet you really are…or taste.

“Am I?” You tease, as Ethan’s rapidly nods on the other line.

“Always so…sweet.” He says, his tone unintentionally dropping an octave.

“But I never seem to be able to help you.” You say. “I’m the one always asking questions.”

“That’s fine.” Ethan says. “I like hearing you talk.” He pauses, shit. “I—I mean, I like hearing your questions because then I can help you.”

A smile had edged your lips. “But that’s exactly it. You help me…” you drift off, speaking closer to the phone. “Let me help you.”

Ethan didn’t know what you meant but the tone you had dropped to makes his hand quicken as his hips had begun to grind into his palm. “W—with what?”

“Oh, you know, with many things.” You say, appearing innocent again. “One specifically would be your tension.”

Ethans chokes on a whimper as he places his hand over his mouth, still thinking you don’t know. “My…tension?”

“Yeah.” You say lightly. “I’m very good at massaging.” You hold back a chuckle as you tease him.

“You’d give me a massage?” In Ethan’s mind that’s the closest he could get to you.

“Yeah.” You say. “I’d start with your shoulders of course, getting essential knots out.” You fake normalcy in the conversation.

“Then I might let my hands drift down your back.” You pause. “You’d have to lie down, so I could get a good angle.”

Ethan’s mouth has opened in pleasure at the thought of you touching him on the bed.

“I’d have to ask where feels the nicest, before I’d drag my hands down your body.” Your words were growing bolder and if Ethan’s mind wasn’t hazed over with lust he might have been able to pick out your innuendoes.

“Really?” He asks, his stroking quickening.

“Yeah. Though, through your clothes it mind be hard to properly get that tension out.”

Ethan moans through his teeth, as his hips pathetically thrust at your words. “No clothes?”

“No clothes.” You confirm. “Would that be okay? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable—“

“Yes.” His answer was immediate, cutting you short. He coughs. “That would be fine.”

You grin. “Good. Because that way I could really relieve some tension. I’d have to straddle you of course.” You pause to hear Ethan’s heavy breathing and the faint sound of his hand gliding along his cock. “You may even have to flip around, because I’ve heard that the most tension can be by your collarbones and neck.”

Ethan nearly orgasmed at the thought of you straddling him, as your hands wandered his body. “As in straddling..my front?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Uh huh.” He hums, his cock twitching with a soon need to release.

“I could give you that massage the next time we study.” You say, making Ethan’s breathing quicken at the possible reality of all that. “I could come over to yours.”

At this point he couldn’t care how desperate he sounded. “Yes. Please, come anytime.”

“Or maybe you should cum?” You ask, your innuendo strong, as pleasure began to rock through Ethans body. “W—what?”

“Come to my apartment.” You play it off, listening to the wet sounds his cock was making as you could hear how close he was to his orgasm.

“No. You should—should come here.” He says breathlessly.

“Do you prefer yours?”

Ethan just wants to see you on his sheets, all his fantasies having happened on this bed. He wanted to make one a reality, even if it was just a massage.

“I just have all the extra study stuff here.” Not that he couldn’t easily bring it, but he ignored that, and so did you.

“See, you are such a good boy.” And that did it. His orgasm wracked through him as quiet whimpers and moans left his lips his hips grinding into nothing. Wishing the air was you.

When the pleasure slowly ceased he heard words he never thought you’d utter. “Maybe next study session I could jerk you off?”

“W—what?” He chocked. Fuck, of course you had heard him. By the end he was being pretty obvious.

“Yeah, Ethan.” You grin. “Let me help relieve some tension.”

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[messylustt]

heyy can i req teaching ethan how to pleasure women? and he’s veeeery good at it i think he would come just at the sight

omg omg omg omg

good boy — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : showing ethan how to pleasure woman

contents : pussy drunk ethan. female oral. fingering. slight overstimulation. wc 1.0k

You grab Ethan’s hair, tilting his head up. He’s kneeled in front, his hands either side of your legs. His eyes are big as he stares at you, his breathing heavy and waiting.

You spread your legs wider making Ethan’s gaze shoot down. His breathing picks up as he stares at your pussy. You tilt his chin up getting his attention again. “I’ll tell you how, okay?” You ask, slightly massaging his scalp.

His eyes slightly flutter at the feeling before he nods. “You can touch me.” You say as his hand slides across your thigh. “Just run your fingers over it.”

You run your fingers through his hair as his finger reaches your soaked pussy. “That’s it.” You praise, as Ethan experimentally spreads your wetness around. He switches between watching your pussy and your face.

He begins to grow a fraction bolder as your breathing stutters everytime he drags his finger over your clit. Catching the small sounds leaving your lips he repeatedly goes over it, watching your expression.

Your grip has tightened around his curls as he now switches to his thumb, just flicking and playing with your clit. A smile has edged his lips as the sounds of your pleasure fills his ears. "Then..." you breathe, gulping. "Then you can push a finger in." You say just as his thumb grazes over your hole.

Ethan spreads your lips wider to allow him a better veiw, making the cold air hit your hot pussy. You shiver, your stomach slightly contracting as Ethan's warm breath fans over you. "Ethan?" You ask in reference to your instruction.

"I just wanted to see." Ethan replies, his tone dazed. You watch as he licks his lips, before he inserts one finger. You clench around him, making him glance in at your face. "You feel so tight." He breathes. A breathy noise escapes you at his unintentional compliment.

"Like this?" Ethan asks, beginning to pull his finger in and out of you.

"Y-yes. Very good." You say, as he watches his finger dissapear inside you. His cock is rock hard in his pants, but he refrains from touching himself because he wanted to know how to get more of your pretty little expressions with his fingers.

"Don't girls usually use two?" He asks, as he teases his second finger along your hole.

Your chest is heaving. "Yeah. It fills us up more."

Ethan liked the sound of the that, so he quickly pushed his second finger in with his first. "Shit." You mutter, as one of your hands clenches around the duvet.

Ethan shifts closer to your pussy, as he fingers you. "You can go quicker." You gulp out.

Ethan is soon expertly hitting your g-spot, as he listens to the whining moans your making. He places one hand on your thigh, as he curls his fingers, trying to reach the spot that makes your mouth hang open better. "God, Ethan. Your a fast learner."

Ethan grins, continuning to watch your pussy eating his fingers. "I want to do more." Ethan lowly states.

Your breathing stutters at his words, your orgasm nearing. "J-just keep doing that."

But Ethan really did want to do more, so he pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the loss of contact. “What-"

Ethan holds your thighs, spreading you even wider as he pulls you towards his awaiting mouth. He's then placing his entire tongue against your pussy. With your almost orgasm near you squirm, yoru clit painfully engorged.

"How do I lick you?" Ethan asks. "Or should I just try to figure it out?" In response to his own words he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, before he's just kitten licking everywhere he can. Soon your taste is nearly dripping off his tongue, but he doesn't stop, beginning to kiss you as if this were your other lips.

His lips would close around your clit, as his tongue would poke out, circling. Your back acrched, as a moan escapes you. "Shit, Ethan. I thought you'd never done this before." You half whimper out.

Ethan grins against your pussy. "I haven't." Each syllable hits your core, making your whole body buzz. "Then why..." You can't even finish your sentence as Ethan sucks, his teeth slightly grazing across yoru clit. "I just like how you taste." He replies innocently. "So, so sweet." He whispers, as his breath hits your weeping hole.

"Can I do the same as I did with my fingers?" Ethan asks.

"Please." You shamefully moan out.

He smiles, satisfied before he's pushing his wet tongue inside you. Your hand tightens around his hair, as you hold him even closer to you. "Ethan—oh, fuck."

"Is that good?" Ethan mumbles, as he tightens his hold on your thighs, beginning to thrust his tongue into you.

"So good...so—shit." You graon out, as you begin to slightly grind into his face, your orgasm nearing again.

You clench your fist in his curls. "Don't stop—oh god, pelase don't stop." You say, worried he would like he did before.

"Oh, I'm not stopping." Ethan groans. He hasn't even touched his cock and it feels like he's going to burst. "I'm never stopping." He whispers against your pussy.

In response to his dark tone you shudder, your orgasm riding through you. You moan, eyes rolling at the intense feeling. Your chest is erraticly heaving as you slowly come down from your high.

You go to usher Ethan away, but he quickly holds you down by your thighs, as he keeps you wide and open for him. "What are you-"

Ethan kitten licks your sensitive pussy, making you jolt. "Ethan-" You harshly breath. "I-i'm sore—and sensitive."

But Ethan doesn't back away, continuing to kiss your pussy. "I told you." He says, his lustful eyes focused on your pussy, before he glances up from between your legs. "I'm never stopping."

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[messylustt]

pervy ethan smut pleaseeeee

this slowly started to become longer than i planned. i couldn't stop writing

floral panties — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : you leave a trap for your pantie stealing fellow student

contents : perv ethan, pantie stealing, use of conditioner as lube, subby ethan, ethan's obsessed, use of 'dirty boy' as like a pet name ig, overstimulation, no actual p in v. wc 2.4k

Ethan didn’t know when it started but he found himself stealing your clothes. More specifically your panties.

You lived in the same dorm building, so every time you left your clothes by the communal washing machines, ethan couldn’t help but pocket some of your different coloured panties. He now had some lacy, some normal, and some with cute patterns.

It was shameful but Ethan grew addicted to wrapping them around his cock as he jerked himself off, muttering your name under his breath. He couldn’t jerk off normally anymore, he always had to have something of yours touching him.

Then one night, when you left the laundry, ethan spotted a left behind conditioner bottle, the one that made your hair smell like cherries. Without thinking he grabbed it, walked to his dorm, locked the door to his room, and began to use your conditioner as lube.

He stroked himself, the cherry scent making his eyes roll. He could imagine you on your knees in front of him. The cherry coming from your hair as you languidly stroked his cock. He orgasmed embarrassingly quickly at the new found fantasy.

Every time he saw you in the hallways of Blackmore, or in the dorm building, your cherry scent made his cheeks pinken.

The surprising thing was that you’d never actually met. You’d briefly acknowledged each other as a passing person, but no long conversations or a blooming friendship.

Ethan just always watched from afar, growing hotter when he’d catch your skirt hiking up in your seat. He remembers a pathetic moment when you had unintentionally been distracting him all class, and for some relief he palmed himself under the table.

You had reduced him to a horny teenager wanting to bust a nut the moment he sees you show a sliver of skin.

What Ethan didn’t realise was that you had noticed your gradually missing panties, and that one bottle of conditioner. You had always felt someones eyes on you whenever you would bend down to retrieve a pen you dropped.

You soon quickly linked up the eyes and stolen items to Ethan Landry. The boy who lived in your dorm building and took random classes with you. At first glance you’d say he appeared shy, at second you’d think he was kinda cute, and at third you’d finally notice the lust swirling in his eyes.

One night, when you were walking towards a washing machine, prepared with a basket, you heard distant steps far but close. You paused, quickly realising that it would be the brown haired boy.

You decided to leave a trap, just to see if he really was the one who brazenly stole your items. You placed your basket full of a mix of shirts, pants, skirts, and panties. You made sure to leave a pair at the top as you pretended to walk to the other exit of the room.

You hide behind a washing machine, watching as Ethan walked in. He didn’t have a basket full of clothes, so there was no need for him to be there, unless he liked to steal.

Ethan spots the new pair of lacy black panties on your pile of clothes. He edges closer, sparing a fleeting glance around before he grabs them, breathing heavy.

He goes to pocket them when he hears your melodious voice. Whipping his head up, his eyes widen as he watches you walk out from your hiding spot a raise to your brows.

“What are you going to do with those?” You ask, as you step closer.

Ethan is frozen, gulping down his want to hide. You’d caught him. He hadn’t thought this far. He’d thought he could get away with it. “Uh.” He stupidly splutters, not knowing what he can say. It was pretty obvious what he was going to do with them.

You edge closer as Ethan watches your every move. He notices the low cut singlet your wearing, and your sweatpants that hang low on your hips. A huge chunk of your stomach is on full display and Ethan’s eyes begin to feel heavy. Through his distracted state he hadn’t realised that you’d moved much closer.

You're inches from his face. He sucks in a breath when he caught your gaze. “Can I have them back?” You quietly ask. Ethan processes your words for a moment then realises that your talking about your panties. His fist had clenched around them. “Ethan?”

He chokes on air at the fact that you knew his name. You grab his wrist, taking the panties out, and throwing them into your basket. Ethan expected your expression to be mad, but he's confused and slightly intruiged at the fact that your just staring at him, your own intruige displayed across your features.

You were still extremely close and Ethan's mind quickly became a haze, becuase your hair smelt extra strong today. "I'm sorry." He manages to mutter out. He quickly looks away, embarassment filling him to the brim. But then you grab his chin, pulling his head back to face you.

He gulps. Feeling your fingers touching his face has added a new level of need that's making his stomach tighten. He can't look away from you, especially as a little smile forms on your lips. "Do you like me or something?" You ask, tilting your head in inspection of him.

"Uh..."

"You can be honest." Your voice is sickly sweet. It makes Ethan subconsiously step closer to you. Your chests are almost touching. Ethan licks his lips before answering in a small voice. "Yes. Yeah— I...do."

Your smile begins to widen. "Why didn't you talk to me?" Your tone is still soft and light, making a strain form in Ethan's pants.

Ethan refrains from grabbing you, lust weighing him heavy. "I don't know."

You leaned closer to whisper. "Because if you asked me out I probably would have said yes."

Ethan's eyes widen as you lean back. "You would?"

"I would have." You corrected. "But since your the thief, I don't know if I'd want to anymore." You were teasing him, because you quickly grew to like the desperate look he's displaying.

Ethan swiftly steps closer, your chests finally touching. Ethan shakes his head. "I'll give them all back. I won't steal again. I promise. I won't—" Ethan is rambling, as his chest heaves. God, he didn't want his one mistake in not having you to be his dirty actions and fantasies.

You chuckle at his almost pleading tone. You place your hand on his chest. "Stealing my panties?" You pretend to look annoyed. "That's extremely dirty."

Ethan is cursing himself for every time he used your panties to jerk off. "I didn't—“ Ethan is breathing hard. "I didn't mean to."

"Yes you did." You say, keeping him at a slight distance, with your hand on his chest. Even your small touches is making his cock throb.

"It was wrong, I just..."

"Just what?" A small smirk had edged your lips.

Ethan stares at your lips, wishing he could taste them. "I just wanted to feel some part of you." His tone his heavy and breathless.

"And you thought my panties would be the closest you could get?" You guess. "What about the conditioner?"

Ethan gulps. "I like how your hair smells." He whispers shamefully.

"My hair?" You begin to "absentmindedly" drag your finger along his chest. Ethan nearly shudders against your touch. It was only over the shirt, he shouldn't be freaking out so much. You began to egde closer, your breath hitting his face.

Ethan is biting his lip, stopping himself from just grabbing some part of you.

You drag your hand down his stomach until you stopped just above his bulge. "You're extremely dirty." You whispered. And Ethan's mouth had begun to open in a pant.

"Look at you. Turned on by...what?" You ask, running your finger down his thigh. "The smell of my hair?" Your nails sent a shiver down his spine. "Or was it the thrill of stealing another pair of my panties?"

You then lightly ghost the tip of your finger over his hard on. Tantilizingly light. Ethan's hips pathetically jolt, wishing you would touch him. Wishing he could touch you. "Is that what's got you hard?"

You meet his gaze. Ethan is breathing heavy, as a small snarl had egded his lips. He was beyond desperate, teased almost to the limit.

You then suddenly step back, making Ethan quickly whip his head to your leaving form. "Nice to properally meet you, Ethan."

He reached his limit. Ethan didn't have control over his body, as he grabbed you, yanking you back to him. Even though you were expecting this you still gasped at how swift the motion was.

Ethan grabbed your jaw, his breath hitting your lips. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He groaned as his cock pressed against your body. He turned you, so that your hips hit against a low washing machine. And he's smashing his lips against yours. He can't help but begin to grind into you as he laps at your tongue, whining into your mouth. "Holy fuck." He whimpers, finally tasting you.

Your mouth is opening, your own arousel, making your press your thighs together.

"No, no." Ethan hisses, grabbing one of your thighs as he sharply pulls them apart. He pressed his bulge against your pussy, making you gasp a moan. His mouth hangs open. "Oh, fuck—"

Ethan kisses you, hard. You were addicting. Not one of his fantasies could prepare him for this—for you. "Ethan—" You choke out as he continues to grind.

"You can't just tease me like that, and think you can leave." Ethan says, darting his tongue out to lick your jaw. "No..." Ethan breaths over your lips, his eyes hooded with lust. "I've wanted to touch you for so long." He moans.

You had begun to grind your own hips into him, the situation feeling extremely erotic. But you wanted some of that control back. You lead your hand down to pants, unbuttoning him and pulling his throbbing cock out. Ethan's hips stutter, his head hitting your shoulder.

You brought his head away, so that he can see you, as you spit straight onto his cock. Ethan jolts, his mouth opening in a whine at the action and visual.

You begin to stroke him, pulling your hand up and down appropriately. Ethan thrusted into your hand, whimpering into your neck. His tongue had darted out to lick your skin as he would occasionally bite when a shock of pleasure would shoot through him. "Oh, fuck— oh, god, y/n—" He whimpers and moans as he soon draws near.

"Such a dirty boy." You whisper into his ear. His hips shudder as he orgasms, his body jutting into you. The pleasure wrecks him, but as it ebbs away you don't slow your strokes.

Y-y/n." Ethan stutters, gripping the washing machine behind you. "I-it hurts, please."

"But Ethan..." you began as he whined, your strokes languidly going up and down. "You stole from me. Multiple times. I can't just reward you for that."

Ethan's mouth has opened against your skin as his fingers dig into the washing machine. "P-please. Oh, god, please—"

"You really want me to stop?" You ask. He just whimpers in response. "Aright." You bring your hand away, and Ethan is quick to grab your wrist.

"No, no, please don't stop. I'll do anything. Just please don't." Ethan begs as he brings your hand back to his cock. His hips jolt when you wrap your palm around him, and begin to stroke him again.

"Anything?" You tease.

"F-fuck— anything. Anything you want." Ethan hovers over your lips, as he draws close to his second orgasm. He kisses you, eating at your tongue and lips as his hips shudder in pleasure, his release spilling. "Shit." He moans in your mouth.

You slowly bring your hand away as you peck his cheek. He's flushed, hands still caging you in. You felt a rush whenever you would tease him, loving his desperate pleas.

"You said you'd do anything." You say. Ethan nods, meeting your gaze. A small smile had edged his lips. You looked so pretty this close.

"Then can you step away?"

Ethan's brows furrow. "Why?"

"You said anything."

Ethan grinds his teeth, but slowly steps back. You straighten your singlet, as you take a breath. You met Ethan's awaiting gaze. He seemed suspicious, beacuse you'd denied him before—trying to go. He didn't want you to, not now. "Don't you dare try and leave." Ethan says.

"Alright, then you can go." You say, licking your bottom lip.

Ethan begins to step closer. You place your hand out as you step away from the washing machine. "I said to step back." You try to sound firm but your tone is heavy with lust.

Ethan tilts his head as he nears you. You continue to back up, wanting to keep the control. But Ethan wasn't letting you get away when he hadn't even touched you yet.

He corners you into the wall making you curse. Ethan held eye contact, as his hand dragged to your thigh, he pulled you apart as his finger began to rub you through your sweatpants. You gulp, grabbing one of his shoulders. "You don't really deserve to touch me. Not after you—"

"After I used your panties to jerk off?" Ethan asked, quickening his pace. "After I used your cherry conditioner as lube?" He dipped his hand into your pants, bypassing your panties to get to your soaking pussy. You slightly shudder as he began to swirl his fingers around. "After I had to palm myself in class because you looked so pretty with your red lipstick and short skirt?"

A moan escaed you at the mix of his words and the work of his fingers. "Huh?" Ethan asks, kissing you slowly.

He pushes two fingers in straight away, making your mouth fall open. "I don't deserve to touch you. But that certainly doesn't I mean I won't." He begans to thrust in and out of you, hitting your g-spot, once he got a good angle.

You manage to grab his hair, making him look at your face. "You're still a perv." You say breathlessly.

Ethan nods, a grin forming. "I know."

Your head hits back as pleasure wracks your body. Ethan groans at the visual, his hands never wanting to leave you. He pulls your head back as he speaks to the skin of your cheek. "Now instead of your panties I can use this to jerk off to." He thrusts higher into you.

You moan, breathing turning erratic. "Oh, fuck." He kisses you hard, before whispering to your lips, grinning. "You smell lovely."

Then he pushes his head into the crook of your neck by your ear, smelling the lovely cherry.

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[messylustt]

Could you write a fic with sub!ethan where reader keeps on edging him for so long and he cums without permission so then the edging turns into overstimulation? It’s all like “you wanna cum so bad pretty boy? Then cum” literally just need him moaning, whimpering and whining all night from cumming so many times but he can’t do anything but just take it.

just a whimpering ethan being edged and overstimulated — ( whimpering men are my weakness )

ethan’s forehead was sheened with sweat as he whimpered. his eyes felt heavy but he wanted to keep them open as he watched you stroke him. your hand languidly went up and down as you let your spit glide down his cock. "f-fuck." ethan whined, as your strokes had grown tortuous. always starting out quick, his orgasm fast aproaching, only for you to slow, gradually coming to a stop and leaving ethan a pleading mess.

ethan was scared you'd do it again, as he had begun to thrust up into your hand, desperate for his release. but then you continued to slow, finally taking your hand away. "no, n-no. please. oh, god, please." ethan begged as his hips jolted at the loss of contact. you met his gaze, tears beginning to form at how many times you had started and stopped. but he didn't dare use his own hand to bring him pleasure, as they stayed clenched around the streets. "aw, are getting impatient?" you softly asked, as you ran your thumb over his leaking tip. his hips immediately thrusted up, hoping that your hand would wrap around him again. "you're growing so desperate."

"mhm." ethan half whined half agreed. "please." "no matter how many times you beg, i'm not going to let you cum, not yet." you say, shifting your hand to his thigh. ethan shook his head, a tear finally falling. "no, y/n. please. please touch me. i'll do anything." he pleaded, trying to shuffle your hand closer to his angry cock. "please, i can't-" "you want to cum?" tou asked, your sickly sweet tone making ethan's cock throb painfully.

"please." ethan whimpered, biting his lip until he drew blood. but you raised your legs over him, sitting on his stomach as you leant forward to kiss him. slowly licking his cut lip as he moaned into your mouth. he fericiously kissed you back, his stomach contracting under you as he tried to get your ass closer to his dick.

but you leant away, returning to his cock, as you finally wrapped your hand around the base. his head hit the headboard as he moaned. you quickened your pace a fraction, and ethan tries not to orgasm, knowing your demand. but he just can't hold back, realeasing onto the sheets. he whimpered as the feeling of pleasure rushed through him. "ethan." your tone was scolding as he met your gaze.

guilt weighing him heavy. "i-i'm sorry." you shook your head. "i told you not to cum yet." you say as you began to slowly pump him again. his body jolted as his mouth hung open in protest. "but you just wanted to cum so bad, didn't you? all over the sheets." you say quickening your pace. ethan's tight grip had returned to the linen as he began to plead for the opposite of what he was begging for before.

the overstimulation was too much, as ethan's breathing became choppy. "y-y/n." "isn’t that right, pretty boy?" you didn't stop, now leaning down to lick a stripe up his cock, making a choked whimper leave his lips. "o-oh god, no, please...s-stop. it hurts...it hurts." ethan breathlessly spoke. you kitten licked the tip of his cock, as his whole body shuddered. "if you want to cum so badly, then cum." you say, before wrapping your lips around his cock. ethan's pulse was erratic, as every vein was on fire.

his cock felt raw, as your tongue sent shocks through his twitchy body. you gagged around his dick, making whimpers and incoherent words fall from ethan's lips. "oh, god, oh god." he hissed as he orgasmed for a second time, that blinding pleasure making his head spin.

but you didn't stop, switching your mouth with your hand as you swallowed. you looked at ethan’s face to see that tears were streaming down his flushed cheeks. ethan whimpered, shaking his head. "s-stop. please, y/n. I can't- I can't take it." you positioned yourself so that your hand was still stroking him as your mouth hovered over his open, panting one. you tilted your head, fake pouting as you stared at his glassy eyes. you quicken your strokes making ethan's mouth hang further open as his eyes rolled. "look at me." you say. and through tears he does, doe eyes staring back.

"do you want me to stop?" you ask as you lean forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, but ethan quickly turns his head, making your lips press to his. he kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip. you find a good rythm with your hand, as you move against his lips. ethan mewls into your mouth as his hand drifts to your waist, trying to pull you closer. “ethan.” you warn to his lips.

but he doesn’t listen, managing to pull your body flush against his, your hand still wrapped around his cock. he laps at your tongue, his mouth occasionally opening as the mix of pain and pleasure shoot through him. you quicken your pace at his disobedience. he wasn’t supposed to use his hands. he harshly breathes past your lips as his mind reaches a confusing point where he wants you to stop from the overstimulation, but also wants you to continue until he can feel that pleasure that only you can bring.

he soon feels his nearing third orgasm, his body shaking. his grip on you had tightened. and when he finally finds that release, he’s panting into your neck, muttering incoherent words, as his breathing fills out. you finally let his cock go, as you raise his chin, wiping away his tears. “next time listen. you only cum when i say.” ethan shakily nods, as he desperately pulls you in for a kiss, showing you his relief and future obedience.

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wondering if you’d write about dark ethan being so obsessed with reader *but* she’s dating chad. he wants her so badly and it’s just so easy to manipulate her when she’s a couple of drinks in at a frat party. ethan is unrelenting and his hate for chad is so deep that he doesn’t hesitate to fuck his girlfriend. <3

ethan fucking his best friends innocent girlfriend — ( my manipulative boy <3 )

my my, would he enjoy watching you waste away on that drink. then another. and another. and another. it was so easy to slip a solo cup into your grasp as you smiled and giggled. poor chad was busy. too busy to look after his girl. so it made sense that the responsibility would fall on ethan’s shoulders…right? after all ethan had never had any ill intentions with you. in a knife and blood sorta way. the other “ways” could be debatable.

because now as he watches a small dribble of alcohol spill down into the valley between your breasts his resolve began to crack. you just looked so…pretty tonight. it’s not ethan’s fault if you were alone at a party…drunk…and in the hands of a psycho. not ethan’s fault at all. and it’s still not his fault when he began leading you to a secluded room. what’s so wrong about touching his friends girlfriend anyway? sharing is caring right?

so, as ethan’s hands began to wander your drooping body, lifting under your shirt to play with your tits, ethan’s still growing hatred for chad fuelled in his downwards caresses to your pussy. it wasn’t long before ethan was buried deep inside you, kissing your neck and throat, leaving marks to leave chad fuming.

yeah…he was fucking his friends girl and she was loving it. your little whimpers and moans getting caught in ethan’s brain. such a perfect little pet for him to play with. and as he reached his high, tasting your entire body he knew he’d be keeping you around. “your my pretty little thing now…aren’t you?”

[messylustt]

Heyy!! I Hope you’re doing well and have/had a great day🥰

I wanted to request a ghostface ethan x reader smut oneshot and to be honest I don’t really have a exact idea but I just love the way you write and portrait ethan and I also think you are one of the only ones that also write him as a Dom :)

Maybe you could throw in some degrading and choking or some public sex if ur comfortable with that ofc!

Here’s kind of a „idea“ but you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to:

Reader and Ethan are in the same friend group ofc but they really hate each other (Ethan is ghostface) and idk maybe when the ghostface attacks begin (scream 6) one time where reader is walking home or something she gets a call from ghostface (Ethan) and first he’s like trying to scare her but reader isn’t that intimidated since she survived before (scream 5) and she’s also a bad ass and then gf (Ethan) randomly starts flirting with her/ dirty talking and the reader kinda goes with it since she has a bit of a thing for gf and then when she’s in a ally gf pops up and it comes to smut somehow and just before reader is about to cum, Ethan reveals himself?

(Oh and I would still love to see the bickering and fighting with Ethan and reader before the gf smut? If that’s okay with you)

I am so sorry, that got so long omg- 💀

THANK YOU ALREADY IN ADVANCE!!🫶🏻

nothing's too long babe! love this plot. meanish banter is MWAH

behind the mask — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : you don’t realise that ghostface is your enemy ethan until you’ve gone too far.

contents : slight choking, fingering, semi public sexual stuff (in an alleyway), enemies to kinda enemies who want to fuck, dub con, finger sucking. wc 2.7k

"Which brings us to our suspect list," Mindy spoke, as the entire group sat at a campus off to the side and away from prying ears.

Ethan mockingly coughs, before muttering your name. You shoot him glare. "I'm sorry, who here has survived a Ghostface attack, that's right, not you." You bite at Ethan, adjusting yourself on the bench.

Ethan rolls his eyes. "And you survived pathetically." He mutters.

"Excuse me?" You snap your head back to Ethans direction. You'd never liked this boy, almost too "innocent", and always playing the victim.

"The only pathetic one here is you, Ethan." You hated each other. You could never pinpoint why, just the fact that you did. And everyone knew it. Your smile would always drop when he walked in, your tone turning sour. And Ethan's comments became harsher the moment you said anything.

Chad was surprised by how heated Ethan's anger for you was. He'd never seen the boy say such mean things with such confidence, its like he was a different person when you were around.

"Alright, you two can bicker later." Mindy quickly chimed in, continuing on with her suspect list. She faced Ethan who still had a scowl on his face. "Ethan, the shy, dorky guy, whose so shy and dorky that no one would ever suspect him."

You scoff. "You left out sad and alone." You comment, making Ethan shoot you glare to which you mockingly smiled.

You turn your attention to Mindy. "Don't waste your time on him. He doesn't have the guts to be Ghostface."

Ethan was offended, more than by any other comment you'd thrown at him. Didn't have the guts? He internally scoffs. Maybe he should cut out yours to replace his supposed faulty ones.

As Mindy went to speak on Quinn's sexual habits, tagging her as a suspect, you could feel Ethan's eyes burning holes into the back of your head. You turn to him, narrowing your eyes, before muttering 'what?'

He narrows his own, dragging his gaze along your face. He leans closer to whisper. "You look like you came out of hell."

"Mm, and I'd love to send you there." You hissed back, staying quiet so as not to ruin Mindy's ranting. She can get quite mean when you interrupted her passions.

"You could try." Ethan says, as you turn your head to fully face him. Your faces were close, scowls very present.

"I would try and succeed, Ethan. We both know I'd win."

Ethan scoffs in your face. "You seem awfully confident."

"Again who here has survived a Ghostface attack?" You ask tilting your head. "I can promise it means I have a streak for winning, and I happen to be rather competitive." You lean even closer, whispering in his ear. "You don't stand chance, sweetheart." You mock out the pet name, noticing the way his body tenses. Most likely out of anger.

You lean back putting your full attention on Mindy.

;;

The streets were decently busy with costumed poeple, laughing and joking. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Bringing it out you didn't bother checking the number assuming it was someone from your friend group checking you got home. "I'm fine, just walking—"

"To your apartment, I know." But the voice isn't one of the twins or the sisters.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was someone else." You say, skeptically. You gaze around, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious with a phone. Then when he spoke again, you finally realised and recognised the voice.

"You won't find me." A deep chuckle follows. Ghostface. You immediantly straighten, feeling the familiar shivers wracking your spine.

You clench your jaw. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh, no, you have plenty of time." Ghostface replies. "Because all you're going to do, is walk home, take out another tub of icecream and stare at men you can never have on the screen."

You open and close your mouth, feeling partly offended and the other part nervous. How would he know that? "Why'd you call?" You steer the conversation elsewhere, but Ghostface doesn't seem to want to, continuing on.

"You'd be wearing those little shorts that cover nothing, with that top that shows just how cold you usually are." You pause, swiftly trying to spot him on the street.

"You don't know that."

"Don't I?" You clench your teeth, because you did wear shorts for bed, and yes, they may be on the looser side, but it's not like you went out that late. You stayed home alone. Or so, you had thought.

"You're a creep."

"You sound surprised." Ghostface replies. "You shouldn't be. Though I guess there isn't too much going on in the pretty head of yours."

A snarl edges your lips. "You think you're so high and mighty, being a copycat to murderers who lost." You remind him.

"It's called carrying on the legacy." He quickly remarks, making you scoff. You had quickened your steps across the streets, deciding it best to get inside your apartment and behind a locked door.

"That "legacy" as you call it, sucks." You say, hearing a chuckle in repsonse.

"Does it? Because if I remember correctly, you always felt a shiver run down your spine when you heard my voice." He pauses, his smile practically seeable. "And not in a terrible way at all."

You gulp. "Now you're just making up shit."

"Really?" Ghostface probes. "So you don't feel all hot right now? A small rush from speaking to me, one that makes you excited. You don't feel that?"

Your mouth has dried, as you try to cool your body down, noticing how it—especially your core—heated up as the conversation continued. "Well, I'm sorry to say. But you're wrong. Very wrong."

"Do you want me to find out?" Ghostface asks, making you stop your steps, swiftly glancing around, your chest starting to heave quicker. "Because I'm afraid, I don't believe you, sweetheart."

"Is this some new tactic. Get me vulnerable in a...different way."

"You think me flirting with you is a tactic? Poor girl."

You scoff. "That wasn't flirting."

"Was I too subtle?" He asks, his tone showing his enjoyment.

You grind your teeth, having to stop, as a large group of what appears to be Halloween market-goers blocking the path. "Excuse me." You try, pushing past people, but they don't budge making you scowl at them.

"Are you stuck?" You can hear Ghostface say on the other line. "Do you need help?"

"Hang the fucking phone up. And stop acting like some scary villain, when you're really just some third grader doing prank calls." You hiss, trying again to push past the loud crowd.

Ghostface chuckles, as you end up getting pushed aside against a stall, making you curse. "You seem to have a lot of incorrect assumptions." He begins. 'I'm getting quite offended here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You sarcastically say, trying again to weave through the growing crowd.

"You're rather mean actually." He mockingly pouts out.

"And you kill people. Are we done?" You ask, getting exasperated by the phone call and the rude people.

"Not even close." And then you hear the beep of an 'end of call', making you bring the phone away. But before you can do anything more, a hand grabs your arm yanking you through the crowd. You gasp as bodies collide with your fast moving one.

You can't see a thing before you're pushed up against a cold wall, finally away from the crowd, but now in a dark alleyway. You finally see the white mask of Ghostface as he cages you against the wall.

Your chest is heaving as your breathing stutters out, everything having happened extremely fast. Ghostface tilts his head as you hear a dark chuckle breaking through the modulator. "You are stupidly confident."

Words get caught in your throat as you try to swallow something down. "Aw, cat caught your tongue?" He coos, his gloved hand dragging across your neck, making your entire body stiffen. Everyone knew that if you got a call from Ghostface you were marked to die. And here he was, probably preparing to gut you.

You quickly shut your eyes, seeming the only thing you can control at the moment, because you weren't dumb enough to think you could bypass him and run. There's a moment where you just hear Ghostface's heavy breathing, as the distant sound of the halloween market goes on behind you both.

Then you feel the rough material of his glove slowly dragging across your bottom lip. You swiftly open your eyes shocked. You can feel your pulse beating everywhere—everywhere. You can't tell what Ghostface is thinking or where he's looking because of his stupid mask. You tried to see through the thin material made for the eyes but it's too dark to pinpoint anyone's eyes.

"So stupid." He quietly says, almost to himself as his finger drags across the in between of your lips, getting your spit on his finger. You don't know what to do. You don't know what's going on. Why isn't the knife inside you?

Then his hand leads down to grip your neck, beginning to tighten, as your hands quickly fly up to grab his wrist. His other hand is placed by your hip, keeping you trapped. "You're always so arrogant." He says, tightening a fraction. Your throat feels small as your breaths grow shorter.

You dig your nails into his arm and wrist trying to pull him off you. But he doesn't budge, his other hand now grabbing at your waist. "But also so dirty." He husks out, as he pulls your hips to press against his, making a choked gasp escape you. He finally loosens his hold on your throat, just enough so that air can get in much easier.

"What would your friends think, knowing you have a thing for a killer in a mask? The killer in a mask." He sneers, his hand at your waist travelling dangerously low, now reaching your inner thigh.

"What—" But you cut yourself off as Ghostface pulls your legs apart, lifting one to rest on his hip. Your eyes widen upon feeling how hard he is against your shameful, throbbing pussy. His hand drops down to feel your wetness through your panties, your skirt having bunched up by your hips at the compromising postion.

Your mouth is open in shock. Ethan behind the mask stares at you, as he feels just how turned on you really are. His chest is heaving, as his bulge begs for attention. Why was he grabbing you like this? He hated you. He had wanted to scare, if he ended up particually mad possibly kill you, hurt you maybe. But certainly not touch you.

But as he had begun to realise your very secret crush on Ghostface he used it to his advantage. But in the process of thinking what a slut you are, he began to think on how you could be a slut for him. Begging for him to touch you as pathetic whimpers and moans escaped you. How pathetic you'd look all for him.

His grip around your neck tightened before loosening, moving up to your open mouth as he stuck two fingers in, wanting to feel your mouth wrapping around them, wanting to see your spit on his glove. "Suck them."

Your eyes stayed wide, as you stared at the now very intimidating Ghostface. You slowly closed your mouth around his fingers as your tongue began to circle the tangy tasting farbic. "That's it..." He breathes as he began to thrust them in and out of your mouth, your spit now coating your lips as you sucked. "Look at you, such a slut for a mystery guy with a knife."

Behind the mask, his eyes had hooded, his cock now aching at the visual. You were powerless against him, and that rush made him, bypass your panties, reaching to drag his gloved finger right up your slit, spreading your wetness around. Your hips jolted into him as he rubs over your clit, a sound that seemed close to a whine coming out muffled through his working fingers.

As Ethan watched you suck his fingers, while he rubbed your aching pussy he felt this need to kiss you, lick up all the saliva that had drippled onto your bottom lip. But he couldn't take his mask of yet. He wanted you to know who was giving you so much pleasure when you were at your peak, begging for him. Ethan felt undeniably smug at the thought of you cumming onto his fingers. The boy you hated.

He then—as compensation for his waiting—thrusted a finger inside you without warning. "God—that was so easy. You're just that wet for me, that your little hole was so eager to let me in." His breath through the mask is by your ear as you shuddered. He pulled his now dripping fingers out of your mouth, spreading your spit across your bottom lip as your dazed gaze makes him move his hand to your neck, loving how small it felt in his grasp.

He grinned behind the mask as he added a second finger, pumping in and out of you. Your hands were gripping at his cloak, your mind a haze of pleasure, as you had begun to grind into his hand. "Fuck, your such a little slut, letting me finger you in an alleyway. Someone could find you, you know?"

A whimper escaped you as he curled his fingers inside you. "Such a naughty girl being so dirty for Ghostface."

"Shit—" You breathed harshly, as his thrusts quickened.

You could feel your stomach contgracting with your impending orgasm, and Ethan could tell by how hard you clenched around his fingers. He stopped inside you, making a pathetic whine leave your lips, your orgasm so so close.

"P-please." You say, breathless, as you try to thrust your hips into his fingers wanting friction. But Ethan just pushed you harder against the wall, keeping you still. He then brought his hand to his mask, finally thrusting his fingers into you again as you moan.

He pulled off his mask, not being able to wait before kissing you. You gasp through the kiss not having expected him to take of his mask, or feel his lips at all. Your eyes had immediantly shut as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue esploring your mouth eagerly.

And as he finally drew back, breath heavy, you met his gaze. You gasped with a mix of suprise, and pleasure. His fingers having quickened inside you. "What—" You choke, as Ethan grins, his curls a mess, as he stays pressed to your shaking body. "E-ethan?'

"Hi, y/n." He grins as your mouth opens in pleasure as you stutter out incoherently. "Shh," Ethan chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. "I didn't know you were such a slut." He says, as the sound of your arousel fills the otherwise distant noises.

"Actually that's a lie," He begins. "I knew how much of a slut you really were, having a thing for Ghostface..." He thrusts harder into you, your stomach tightening.

"Oh god— Ethan—" Pleasure crashes over you as your head hits back against the hard wall, your body shaking as your orgasm courses through you.

"Mm." Ethan hums as he slows inside you, continuing to watch as your face contorts in pleasure, all because of him. "I thought you hated me."

"I did. I do." You quickly say, as your body feels extremely heavy, your mind trying to wrap around the truth that was revealed.

Ethan shakes his head, leaning towards your ear, licking your earlobe. "Then why moan my name?"

"I—" You didn't know what to say. Because you had. And you had felt very far from hatred when you saw his familiar brown curls come into view.

Ethan felt powerful with how stuck you were. Physically and mentally. His breath tickled your now wet ear, his kitten licks having continued. "Do you wanna show me just how much of a crush you have on Ghostface, or do you wanna try and prove how much you hate me?"

You met his gaze and knew you were fucked. Physically and mentally.

A better way to put it would be entirely.

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[messylustt]

hello! i was wondering if you can write something with Ethan Landry where reader and him have been best friends for a while and Ethan accidentally walks in on reader after shower or other way around and there is just a lot of tension after that and then in the end it gets resolved (smut if you are comfortable) thank u 💗

hell yeah! i love tension where they just want tear each others clothes off

accident — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan accidentally catches you coming out of the shower.

contents : making out, mutual pining, no actual p in v—sorry. wc 2.5k

“Y/n?” Called Ethan as he closed the apartment door to your apartment. No answer followed, as he poked his head around corners. He walks further in. You had said you’d be home, and your keys were in the dish. He knocked and opened your bedroom door. No sight of you. He then twisted the handle to the room beside him almost absentmindedly, as he kept his gaze on your hallway. “Y/n—” he stopped immediately when he turned his head.

He’d walked into the bathroom. He stood in the doorway, hand still on the handle as his body froze. You stood, eyes slightly wide–clearly not having heard him come in. Your hair was dripping, leaving drops to glide down your neck and collarbone. You were halfway between wrapping a towel around your damp body.

Ethan gulps, malfunctioning for a moment. “Ethan!” You exclaim, tightly wrapping the towel around yourself. He quickly shakes his head as his gaze had drifted to your bare legs.

“I-I’m sorry— I…” He quickly turns, hastily shutting the door.

You gradually came out of the bathroom to see Ethan sitting on your couch, his eyes looking drifted as he kept shifting uncomfortably. “You could have knocked.”

Ethan whips his head up to you, as he stands. You cross your arms, as you stare at your best friend. Ethan gulps before speaking. “I did. You just have terrible hearing.” He tries to sound nonchalant. You scoff, but a small smile plays on your lips. Ethan’s awkward nature was always very charming to you, and right now Ethan was exuding nervousness, as he scratched the back of his head.

“Alright fine, I may have not heard you.” You head to your kitchen. “Next time just…yell really loudly.”

“And annoy the lovely man above you? Hell no.” Ethan scoffs as he follows you.

You look up at your roof, imagining the old grumpy man, sitting prepared with a shotgun. “At least then I can point to you and be like, ‘it was him.’”

“Wow.” Ethan sarcastically spoke. “Just throw me under the bus. You really should have known I was here. I texted you.”

“I needed a shower.” You shrug, pushing aside the memory of Ethan's eyes wandering your partly covered body. “Speaking of—why are you here?”

“Can’t I visit my best friend?” He leans against the kitchen counter, giving you a coy smile.

You poke his face, making him scowl. “You're supposed to be studying. So, I’m asking why you're here.”

“It’s actually about studying, my assignment. Look I know you don’t go to Blackmore. But you're smart.”

“Look at you trying to suck up.” You lean against the counter, facing him.

Ethan rolls his eyes. “I’m being serious.” You chuckle. “Can you help?” He points to his bag he brought, on the couch. You look past him and sigh.

“Fine.”

Ethan mutters ‘yes’, as he turns to the couch.

“Come to my room, it's comfier.” You say as you disappear with the glass of water you had gotten from the kitchen.

Ethan pauses for a moment, as his gaze follows you. He doesn’t know why he’s gulping, he had been in your room plenty of times before. This wasn’t anything different. His thoughts begin to wander to your damp skin and wet hair and the way the drops of water trailed down into the valley between—

Ethan quickly shakes his head, muttering a ‘fuck’, before walking to your room, a little more wary than he usually is.

He chucks his bag on your bed, before taking a seat. You get comfortable, crossing your legs, as you grab out his notebooks and papers. You scan the words, before speaking, not looking up. “So, what are you having trouble with?”

“Like...all of it.”

You glance up with a raise to your brows. “I read the first part, and it seems like you know what you're doing.”

“I haven’t even told you what the professors are wanting.” Ethan says, shifting closer.

You lick your lips, as you look back down to Ethan's writing. As you go to read over his entire assignment, Ethan can’t look away from you. Your hair is still slightly damp from your shower. And a scent of coconut and cinnamon is reaching Ethan's nose. Your loose singlet slightly lowers as you lean forward to read the words better.

Shit, Ethan thinks to himself. Why was he eyeing his best friend as if he wanted to…

Ethan’s mouth has salivated, as he licks his lips. If he continued to stare at you, with an open mouth, drool would probably be visible. “Well?” Ethan doesn’t mean to sound so impatient, but with you distracted he gets the opportunity to stare at your smooth skin. And that's bad because he can feel a shift in his jeans. He clenches his jaw as his breathing betrays him, picking up pace.

“Just a minute…” You say as you read his conclusion.

Fuck, you needed to look at him now, maybe catch him in the act of ogling you, so that you could scold him and he’d at least feel ashamed. Because right now his feelings are far from shameful.

As you reach the last sentence, in your peripheral vision you catch Ethan grabbing one of your pillows and placing it on his lap. You finally look up, placing the paper down as you tilt your head. You grin. “What are you trying to hide?”

“W-What?” Ethan slightly splutters. You eye him with confusion. “I was kidding— you do look strange though.”

He was shifting a lot, as his chest slightly heaved. “What do you mean?” Ethan quickly glances at his assignment. “So? What do you think?” He needs to change the subject. He doesn’t want to get caught now, he doesn't want you to feel weird, and possibly not want to hang out with him anymore. It was just hormones, he was telling himself. Just a normal occurance—nothing to do with you. Nothing at all.

You give him one more once over, before looking at his work, making Ethan sigh in relief. “It’s really good—as always.” You compliment, making Ethan’s cock respond against his pants and the pillow.

You shuffle closer to Ethan to show him a point in his paper, but all Ethan can focus on is your nearing face. His cock is pathetically rock hard as he gulps down his want to grab you in some way. You had been friends for so long, it would most definitely make it weird if he…touched you.

Your breath hits his cheek, and he realises he had zoned out. Meeting your gaze his breath hitches. You were so close, staring at him with a look of concern on your face. There’s a moment where you're both just breathing, staring at each other.

You had never been this close to Ethan—sure maybe briefly when you were passing by him, but not for this long. You realised something you wish you hadn’t. He looked so pretty up close. He had unfairly long lashes, and smooth skin you just wanted to…

You shuffle back a little too quickly. Ethan follows your movements, suddenly feeling dazed. You gulp. “Uh— did you see what I pointed to?”

Shit. Ethan wasn’t staring at your hands. He quickly takes the paper from your grasp, eyeing it. “Um…” He pauses. “No.”

You force a chuckle, trying to lighten the strange tension filling the room. “Well, it was just about your third paragraph, you could word the top sentence a little more concisely.” You look at the paper in Ethan’s hands—ignoring the way butterflies begin to swarm your stomach at the size of them. You’d always known Ethan’s hands were big, but you’d never really thought about them in the way you are now. Christ, get your head out if the gutter, y/n—you think to yourself.

“Are you hungry?” You suddenly ask, making Ethan glance up at you, a slight tilt to his head. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s not a weird question.” You scoff, beginning to stand.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Ethan says. His cock was growing painful. “I’ll just be in the bathroom.”

You nod, as you turn, walking to the kitchen. Ethan immediately gets up, discarding your pillow, and heading to your bathroom. He needed to use the it for a purpose it’s not meant for.

Ethan wouldn’t be able to focus with his hard on. He just had to clean himself up. Clear the questionable thoughts of you, and go back to getting your help on his study.

Ethan shuts the door, hastily reaching the sink. Fuck. He had to get this done quickly. God, what was wrong with him? He unzipped and brought out his dick, spitting on it for lubrication, before beginning to rub himself up and down.

He braced himself against the cool make of the basin, as he jerked himself off. And he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t. But he can’t help but let his mind wander to you. The way your big eyes watched him as he tried to hide his shame from you, with your fucking pillow. His mouth began to open as he panted.

He imagined you, his best friend, pressed against this sink as he fucked you. Your sweet moans filling his ears. The bathroom smelt like you, and that only seemed to bring him closer.

But just as he was nearly there, there came a knock on the door. “Ethan?”

Shit, he had to slow, otherwise you might hear his whimpers, especially as he heard your name fall form his lips as pleasure coursed through him.

There came another knock. “I’m coming.” He manages to sound alright. The innuendo isn’t lost on him. He began to quicken his pace a fraction, he wouldn’t dare quicken more if you still stood there.

“Ethan, are you alright?” You were concerned. He had been in the bathroom a little longer than normal, and you had heard very small… sounds. You had clued it up to either him being in a pain or…pleasure. But the latter can’t be the case. You sigh, growing slightly annoyed.

“Ethan—“ you push open the door, about to speak more when you stop, eyes frozen.

Ethan was jerking himself off in your bathroom. And you should turn and leave, but all you can do is stare.

Shame hits Ethan, but his quickly reaching orgasm clouds some of that, as he quickens his pace. He’s been caught, and it’s even more shameful that his first thought was that he could be as loud as he wanted now.

His hand stroked his cock as he stared at you, his curls plastered to his forehead. He was extremely turned on, especially so as your eyes fluttered down to his dick.

Your breath hitches, the sound only making Ethan whimper. “Stop.”

Your statement has Ethan slowing almost warily. You stepped closer, gulping. “Stop…” you whisper.

Ethan is breathing rapidly as you walk closer. He hears the door shut behind you. “Stop…jerking off.”

And over Ethan’s body’s pleas to finish, he obeys, reluctantly pulling his hand away.

Ethan looks at you, embarrassment swirling in his eyes, but it soon shifts to intrigue when he catches your expression.

You very slowly reach your hand out, your fingers grazing over his dick. His eyes grow wide as he slightly jolts. He grips the basin tighter. “What—“

Ethan eyes you as you just stare at his cock, your hands delicately dancing over him. You step even closer, as you finally wrap your hand around him.

Ethan’s hips slightly thrust into your hand desperately, as he whimpers. “Y/n— what are you…”

You gulp. “This is the first…I’ve touched.” Your nervous but excited. You meet Ethan’s gaze, to see surprise and something else that makes his cock twitch, displayed on his expression.

“Wait— you’ve never…”

You look down almost shamefully as you begin to draw your hand away. But Ethan is quick to grab your hand, keeping you there.

You look to his eye to see a new form of desperation. He licks his lips. “You can— you can touch mine.” He tries not to plead.

You slightly blanch at him, as if that was the most surprising thing that has happened. Ethan brings your hand back to his cock, helping you wrap back around him.

“So, you’ve never felt one before?” Ethan breathes, as he watches you carefully begin to pump him up and down. “Shit.”

“Is it okay if I…” you probably should have asked before you just grabbed him.

“No, no, please.” He quickly speaks. “Touch me.”

You quicken your pace, stepping closer so that you can spit on his cock. Ethan’s breath hitches at this action as he pulls you closer by your waist. Your hip hits the sink as you give him a hand job, picking up the movements that makes Ethan whimper and groan.

He’s soon drawing close, his orgasm spilling out, as he harshly breathed and moaned. “F-fuck.”

You bring your hand away, stepping slightly back. But Ethan is quick, all doubts thrown out the window, as he grabs your hips, and lifting you onto the sink counter, before pulling you closer to him.

Your now wide legs hug his hips as one of his hands fall down to rub you, immediately bypassing your panties, to feel your wetness. And god, you were extremely wet.

“E-Ethan.” You breathe, as you shudder against his hand. Ethan grins, inserting two fingers. Your nearly pressed against the mirror as Ethan leans towards you, staring straight at your open mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathlessly asks.

You press your lips together as he quickens his pace, his fingers go in and out of you. “Y/n?” He quietly growls. “Please.” He doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic, because he can feel you tightening around his fingers, and all he want to do is finally kiss you.

He breathes over your lips, as he harshly juts into you making you widen your mouth in pleasure. Ethan’s tongue darts to lick your top lip, slightly grazing over your teeth. You moan, and he can’t hold back.

Smashing his lips to yours he laps at your tongue, as his thumb rubs over your clit, getting you closer and closer to your high. “You like me.” Ethan grins against your mouth. He sounds so smug, so pleased.

“You cocky little—”

Ethan kisses you harder, your head hitting back against the glass as he quickens his pace, fingering you, as you clench around him.

“You were trying to hide yourself behind my pillow.” You say, seeming to just come to that realisation.

“You just looked so pretty all wet.” His innuendo makes you jolt against his fingers.

Pleasure soon spills over you as your hand grips Ethan’s neck. Ethan breaths into your open mouth. “I didn’t know you—my friend—”

Ethan cuts in, still staying close. “Friend?” Ethan chuckles against your cheek, before he kisses it. “We’re a little more than that now.”

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