if requests are open… i beg of you, the ethan writer…. to please write something about ethan being a certified munch… like you can’t tell me he doesn’t eat pussy for a SPORT. sure he’d love you to sit on his face but… i can just imagine him folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you
A/N : Hii ! <3 I loooove your request so much, it just SCREAMS Ethan Landry to me, this man would happily die between your legs if it means he can eat your pussy for hours and make you cum multiple times !! 🤤🖤 Please tell me if I did justice to your request and you know where to find me if you want other Ethan’s fics 😘✨
Ethan Landry lives for eating you out as he loves giving the sweetest pleasure to your pussy…or is it his ?
❦ Even though Ethan Landry is inexperienced when he first starts eating you out, your boyfriend would improve so quickly because of two simple reasons. First, because Ethan wants to do things right and would absolutely listen to your advice when he asks you what feels good or not, taking mental notes of which spot makes you moan the loudest and which pace makes you cum the fastest. Secondly, because Ethan wants - need - to eat you out so frequently that he, anyway, grew to be very good at it.
❦ Ethan would definitely leave hickeys on your inner thighs before he even touches you pussy, his head nicely snuggled between your thighs as he nips, bites, licks and kisses your skin that will show his marks, only for him to know who you really belong to.
❦ He would then press his fingers on your pussy, his thumb rubbing on your clit through the pretty lace material of your panties that he offered you a few days ago, teasing you as Ethan feels the wetness dampen the fabric underneath his fingertips and proudly smiles when he realizes that he can work you up this nicely by barely touching you.
❦ Ethan would also always, and I say always, kiss your pussy through your panties before starting to eat you out, almost like he’s greeting your little cunny like the sweet boyfriend he is.
❦ This man could die between your thighs and he would be the happiest man ever. He would literally overstimulate your pussy for hours because Ethan cannot even realize how long he’s been giving you pleasure and he doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel good and…Ethan also gets excited just by eating you out.
❦ In fact, Ethan would get so painfully hard from pleasing you only with his mouth that he would start humping the bed to get some relief, cumming in his pants a few times seeing how much he’s desperate for you, and only you, making his head spin with pleasure.
❦ I also believe that Ethan’s hair is quite sensitive and with how much you would be pulling on his curly strands when he gives you orgasm one after the other, Ethan would whine, moan and grunt so much against your pussy, creating the most delicious vibrations against your sensitive clit.
❦ If you try to remove his head from your pussy (and if it’s still consensual of course), you won’t have any chance against his strength, his head won’t budge away from you. Nothing will stop Ethan if he isn’t finished with you yet and he will pin you down with his free hand by pressing against your tummy if he has to.
❦ Ethan will also bite your thighs if you contain your sounds of pleasure, he doesn’t want that and absolutely won’t let you do it. Ethan relishes in the way you so beautifully moan his name, whine in a pitched tone when you’re close to your climax and when you softly tell Ethan that you love him between soft whimpers after he overstimulated you.
❦ If he eats you out from behind or when you sit on his face, Ethan makes sure to grab handfuls of your ass while your thighs tremble and shake under his sweet indecent ministrations.
❦ Hell, this man would even eat you out at school between classes when Ethan really can’t wait to have you alone for himself. Ethan would take you to the restroom and press you against the wall as he kneels before going down on you. His head would be snuggled between your thighs as you look down to find his filthy gaze not leaving yours until he can hear you moan his name while you cream on his tongue. It simply feels like heaven to Ethan.
❦ Your boyfriend will even eat you out just to get rid of his stress, as Ethan paws at your skirt and then sliding his hand underneath it to caress the lace of your panties, after you both came back home from a long tiring day. « Please baby… I’m stressed, just need to eat you out real quick… I’ll be good… Can I ? », Ethan pleads you as he nuzzles your pulsating neck with his cold nose, pressing encouraging kisses there.
❦ Ethan feels immensely proud about giving you such pleasure only with his mouth and to hear those sweet sounds of yours mixed with little cries of his name, it all sounds like the most perfect music to his ears. After a session where your boyfriend knows that he did a particularly good job at making you feel good just by seeing the blush on your face, Ethan would silently look at you with a smug smile like the nerd he is.
❦ Ethan would make eye contact with you when he knows you’re close to reaching your climax. His eyes being half lidded white how pussy drunk he is.
❦ If you squirt while he eats you out, Ethan will feel so proud that he won’t ever shut up about it as he gently encourages you to do it again for him.
❦ After giving you so many orgasms with his mouth, a long session that leaves your pussy sensitive and puffy because of his lips, Ethan would so gently and softly kitten licks your pretty cunt and press little kisses on your clit, like the sweet boyfriend he is.
❦ While going down on you and after taking care of you, Ethan would praise you so much as he leaves kisses all over your face and pampers you with lovely words that he reserves only for you, his perfect girlfriend, « You did so well for me, angel. »
❦ Well, Ethan worships your pussy if that wasn’t clear enough.
❦ But what Ethan favors to do the most is folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you and literally do whatever he wants to your pussy. Ethan would sometimes add two of his fingers when he wants to give you even more pleasure while sucking on your clit, twirling his tongue around it and lapping at your folds like the sweet puppy he is as he tries his best to tongue fuck you.
❦ When Ethan’s finished with you, as you’re so overstimulated that your legs go limp when he releases them, barely able to feel your legs anymore seeing how much strength your boyfriend applied on them. Some marks already start forming as Ethan apologetically presses kisses on your bruised skin, his face now covered in your juices as his mouth glistens. Ethan would give you the sloppiest kiss ever to make you taste yourself on his tongue, as he whines in your mouth at the feeling of having done a good job at making you feel good. During this kind of kiss, Ethan feels restless as he uncontrollably paws at your chest and holds your face to deepen the kiss, as he rubs his still hard-on against your pussy. His pants dampened with his cum after cumming in his pants so many times, feels sticky on your skin while he humps himself on your poor overstimulated and swollen clit. Yet, Ethan will never forget aftercare as he cleans you up like his dear little princess before cuddling you. Ethan is the loveliest puppy as he holds you tight in his arms, moving you closer to his body before he gets sleepy and rests his head on your shoulder, snoring lightly in your ear while he nuzzles against your face.
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Summary: You started hooking up with Ghostface a while ago, now he reveals his identity
Warnings: MDNI, smut, sex, oral sex, finger fucking, mention of blood, bad language, angst, English is not my first language, not proof read
Pairing: Gf!Ethan Landry x fem!reader
The blocked number had become your addiction. Every new location, every command, sent a sick thrill through your veins that muted the voice in your head telling you to stop.
You didn’t know his name. You didn’t know his face. You only knew the terrifying way your body craved the danger, the way you got wet the second you saw his messages light up your screen.
Tonight was no different. He sent you a location with a small text saying, “11:30. No panties, I want easy access when I bend you over.“
You obeyed. Of course you did.
Rain lashed your bare thighs under the oversized hoodie as you pushed open the side door of an abandoned building.
Ghostface stood tall in the center, in his black robe, and white mask that glowed under the light. The hunting knife dangled from his gloved fingers, still wet with blood.
You felt fear creeping up on you as you walked down the aisle, the cold air teasing your exposed private parts with every step. You stopped right in front of him, legs trembling, and slowly lifted your hoodie, showing him how obedient you were.
“Good girl. Already dripping down your thighs for me.” You heard his mocking voice, as he cupped your chin, with one of his gloved hands. The other slid under the hoodie, two thick fingers dragging through your soaked folds before pushing inside you without warning.
You gasped, knees buckling as he curled them deep.
“So fucking wet,” He growled, looking down at you, “You touch yourself thinking about this? About a masked stranger who could slit your throat while he fucks you?”
You nodded desperately, hips rocking against his hand. He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit, as your moans echoed through the empty building.
When your walls started fluttering, he pulled his hand away, “Not yet.”
He shoved you onto your back on a nearby table, the wood rough against your skin. He yanked up your hoodie, before spreading your legs wide, mask tilting as he stared down at your dripping cunt.
“Please,“ You let out a quiet moan.
“Please what?“
“Please, I wanna feel you inside me.“
Without saying anything else he hovered over you, robe parting just enough to free his thick cock. He stroked himself a few times then lined up and slammed it inside you in one brutal thrust.
You let out a scream, nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric as he started fucking you. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, while the other rubbed your clit in circles.
“Look at you,” His mask inches from your face, “Getting fucked by Ghostface in some abandoned place like the pathetic little slut you are.“
You gasped between moans, legs wrapping around his waist, not caring about a word he said.
He let out a small chuckle, picking up his speed. When he pinched your clit, you shattered, squirting all over his dick.
He groaned,as he buried himself even deeper, before flooding you with hot, thick cum.
He stayed inside you, mask resting against your forehead. And all of a sudden he reached up with both gloved hands and pulled the mask off.
Ethan Landry. The shy guy from Econ you have never talked to before.
Your heart stopped.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan whispered, “I tried to stay away, but after I saw you for the first time I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I told myself I would only watch, but I needed more. I needed to touch you. To taste you. To hear you moan my name without even knowing it was me.”
Tears burned down your cheeks. You felt him twitch inside you, still half-hard, his cum slowly leaking out.
“You‘re a monster,“ Your hands fisted in his robe, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer, “I hate you.“
Ethan smiled, rolling his hips to push his cum deeper inside of you.
“No you don’t,” he murmured against your lips, “You’re going to keep letting me fuck you, because now you know exactly whose cock has been ruining you for weeks. And next time, I want to hear you say my name when you come.”
A.N; I am so into writing for Ethan right now so if you have any requests for him don‘t be shy and put it in my inbox😏
summary — post richie's funeral, ethan's drunk and you're there to comfort him.
cw — hurt/comfort, angst, talk of dead relatives, talk of not missing dead relatives LMFAO, no use of y/n, curse words.
wc — 1.7k
a/n! — this is rlly sickening ETHAN LANDRY THEY DON'T GET U LIKE I DO BABY
Ethan's eyes burned. His cheeks stained red, his face blotchy from the cries that wracked his body.
Richie was dead. His older brother was dead. And the worst part? He didn't miss him. Not even a little bit. Richie was always the golden child, had that bond with their father that neither him nor Quinn would ever have. He never did anything wrong, not even when he took out three people on his way to the afterlife.
Not to mention attempted to kill a fourth, Tara. The funeral wasn't even over before his father was planning his revenge on the Carpenter sisters. Ethan was supposed to go to college in a few months, enjoy his life away from his family but now his father wanted him to change schools all for this plan to avenge Richie.
Even in his death he was the favorite. Even in his death, Richie was controlling Ethan's life. And maybe that was what he was mourning the most. The fatality of his future. He tilted his head back as he finished another beer, stumbling into his room. Quinn and his father were still at the funeral home, Ethan bailed as soon as he could, made up some shit excuse about needing air.
Ethan tripped over the clothes on his floor, his cheeks wet with tears he hadn't realized he was still shedding. He dropped the beer bottle, listening to it shatter but the world was spinning, not even noticing the way the glass cut his hand. He was fucked up. The dull buzz in his head being the only thing keeping him together. He didn't bother picking up the glass, he wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms before pressing them against the lids, needing the pressure.
"Ethan?" a small voice sliced through the buzz. Your voice. He turned so fast, he almost lost his balance. You were dressed in all black. He remembered seeing you at the funeral but he dashed out of the church before you could say anything to him. He could lie to everyone else about being sad for his brother. Not you. He couldn't lie to you. You sat on the edge of his bed, concern written all over your face and his hold on himself broke.
"I- I'm fine, really," his words were slurred, his hands gesturing languidly like it took effort to move them. "Really. You know, I—I'm...uh, I really...I just....I don't even miss him, you know?" he spilled out, your chest caving slightly at the sight of him like this. Drunk out of his ass, hurting, and he wouldn't let you help.
"Ethan..." you trailed off, standing up slowly and stepping towards him, holding your hands out calmingly as if he was a deer that you could scare off. You knew his struggles with his family. With Richie. You knew better than anyone, you'd been his best friend since the two of you were in kindergarten.
"No, no, no, I'm- I'm serious. I don't miss him." He threw his arms out, letting out an incredulous laugh like this was funny. You didn't share his humor. "And I know I should. I- I should. But I just can't bring myself to miss that- that—fuck, asshole."
"Okay, okay. Ethan, you're bleeding." You kept your voice gentle, reassuring, despite the panic in your stomach.
Ethan didn't process your words, his eyes filling with tears. "Maybe I'm insane. You know? Like- like he was. Not caring about a life. I mean, shit, killing three people before he died because of his weird fucking obsession with those stupid Stab movies...ballsy as hell. He was going to serve three life sentences in prison and my dad—fuck, he's still making him out to be this fucking saint! Just some dude who did no wrong!"
"Ethan..."
"Oh, but it's fine because he's dead. He did no wrong because he died, right? What a fucking joke. I don't miss him. Did you know he didn't even wish me a happy birthday? He planned the fucking funeral on my birthday. Did you know that he- he just...fuck, he acts like I don't exist. And now he's got me trying to do this fucked up shit and I just...I don't..." He was crying now, fully, his hands running through his curls obsessively.
Your heart broke at how lost he looked, how desperate he was to breathe, to get out of this. You stepped closer until you were in his space, reaching out with one hand to grab the one bleeding while the other gently grabbed his chin. "Ethan. Stop."
Ethan rooted himself to the floor, his eyes finding yours, tears still streaming down his cheeks, his lips trembling, his chin wobbling. "You do exist, okay? You exist to me. Richie was an asshole. And you're not insane for not missing him." You moved your hands up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. "It's okay...I'm here."
Ethan shattered. His knees gave out, meeting the hardwood of his floor as his arms wrapped around your middle, his tears soaking your dress. Your own mascara was running, your fingers soothing through his hair. “It’s okay…it’s okay…” You repeated over and over. His sobs echoed in the room, your heart heavy as you listened to him cry over the him he could've been.
You didn't know how long it was before his cries slowed. "C'mon, let's get your hand cleaned up. You also need a shower, you smell like beer." You laughed softly, earning a half-hearted smile from him. It broke you to see him like this.
You sat on the toilet seat as you cleaned the small cut on his palm, the air thick and quiet but not a horrible quiet, the type of quiet you fall into when you're processing. You placed a band-aid over the cut and then brought his palm up to your lips to kiss the spot. It was like magic for him, your kiss making the pain significantly less prominent.
"How was the funeral?" he questioned softly, his voice barely there. He was leaning back against the wall, sitting with his long legs crossed at the ankles.
You frowned. "It was a funeral. I'm not sure if it can be good or bad. Your sister was looking for you."
Ethan sighed, rolling his head back against the wall. "Quinn wouldn't give a shit if I disappeared."
You gave him a sympathetic look, your shoulders slumping as you put away the first aid kit. "Yes, she would. Quinn cares about you...in her own way."
"Did my dad ask about me?"
You hesitated. Ethan rolled his eyes, the drunk haze still there. "Of course he didn't. Never cares about Ethan. It's always been Richie. Even when the fucker's dead."
You settled down next to him, your knees up to your chest as you reached out to grab his hand. He let you play with his fingers, his palm, his eyes on the side of your face, tracing your profile with his gaze. He had it bad for you, always did. Probably always will. You ran the tip of your finger along one of the lines on his palm. "You know, this means you're going to have a long and happy life."
Ethan gave you a skeptical look. "That true?"
You shrugged, giving him a tiny smile. "No idea." That seemed to pull a smile out of him so you filed it as a victory. You stood and helped him up, telling him that he needed to shower.
As he turned on the shower, you moved to leave the room but he grabbed your hand, giving you that look you couldn't resist, especially not now when he was going through so much. "Please?" his voice was soft, broken.
You swallowed harshly and gave a nod, closing the door behind you. You weren't entirely sure of what you were doing but if Ethan needed you? You'd be there. Every single time.
Ethan stripped, leaving his funeral suit on the floor in a pile, waiting for you before he stepped into the shower. You could tell he didn't want to be alone for even a second. You fiddled with the zipper of your dress, pulling it down and then the fabric over your head, it didn't take you long to rid yourself of your undergarments.
There was nothing sexual about the encounter. He just needed to feel you. To hold you. To know you were there, that you weren't leaving him. That you were staying. The two of you stood under the spray of hot water, his arms around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. "Can you stay?" he asked, pulling you a little closer.
You couldn't say no to him. You nodded again. "Yeah, I'll stay," you breathed, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair once more. He relaxed further around you, leaning into your touch.
"Thank you." He kissed your shoulder. He washed himself, the two of you staying in the shower until the water turned cold. He offered you one of his shirts, changing into boxers and sweatpants. He cleaned up the broken glass, mostly sobered up as you got comfortable in his bed.
He slipped in beside you a few moments later, the words unspoken heavy on both of your chests but he just wrapped you up in his arms again, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath your ear and you had a morbid thought. You were glad Richie was dead.
If he was still alive, he'd already be in the room, taking the piss out of Ethan. Ethan deserved better. Richie deserved to die the way he did. You laid your arm across his middle, tracing his side with your nail gently. "I don't miss him either," you spoke softly, melting into the way he played with your hair.
He didn't stop. He relaxed further into the mattress. "Yeah?"
You nodded. "Yeah. Your dad's wrong. Happy birthday, Eth." You kissed his cheek, watching the small but genuine smile lift at the corners of his lips.
His free hand moved to run gently across the side of your face, cradling your chin for a second, and then dipping his head to press his lips to yours. You took a second but kissed him back. It was tender, an understanding. When you pulled away, he slid you closer if that was possible. "Thank you...again." He laughed breathily.
ethan landry had this way of looking at people like he already knew how they’d end.
it wasn’t obvious—not at first. it lived in the pause before he spoke, in the way his gaze lingered just a second too long, like he was trying to memorize something he hadn’t earned yet. most people didn’t notice it. they saw the hunched shoulders, the soft voice, the awkward half-smiles. they saw harmless.
harmless was exactly the word Chad Meeks-Martin had used.
she should’ve known better than to trust chad’s judgment.
he’d been sprawled across the lounge couch like he paid rent there, tossing popcorn into his mouth and missing half of it. she’d been across from him, textbook open, highlighter abandoned somewhere between frustration and defeat.
“you need a tutor,” chad had said around a mouthful of popcorn.
“i need a miracle,” she corrected flatly.
“same thing. i got you.”
she didn’t like the look on his face. it meant he was about to say something stupid. or worse—something he thought was helpful.
“ethan,” he said.
she blinked. “who?”
“new guy. total genius. total loser. like, the kind of guy who apologizes when you bump into him.”
“hard pass.”
“he has a crush on you.”
she stared at him.
chad grinned like he’d just dropped the winning card in a game she didn’t realize they were playing. “a fat one.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“i’m right.”
“i don’t care.”
“you’re failing.”
that shut her up.
chad leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes sharp with the kind of certainty that made people trust him even when they shouldn’t. “just meet him once. if he’s weird, you never have to see him again.”
she should’ve said no.
she should’ve.
but midterms didn’t care about pride, and statistics was slowly eating her alive. so she sighed, dragging a hand down her face.
“one session,” she said.
chad’s grin widened.
the first time she met Ethan Landry, he looked exactly like chad had described.
harmless.
he was tucked into the corner of the library, shoulders slightly hunched, like he was trying to take up less space than he actually did. his laptop was open, notes spread around him in a neat, almost obsessive arrangement.
when chad called his name, ethan looked up too fast.
his eyes landed on her.
and for a second—just a second—something flickered there.
it was gone before she could name it.
“dude,” chad laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “relax.”
ethan blinked, like he’d been pulled out of something. “right—yeah—hi.”
his voice was soft. careful.
she slid into the chair across from him, crossing one leg over the other. “hi.”
up close, he looked…tired. faint shadows under his eyes, like sleep was something he negotiated with instead of actually getting. his fingers tapped against the table once, twice, before going still like he’d caught himself doing it.
“this is ethan,” chad said, unnecessarily. “ethan, this is—”
“i know who she is,” ethan cut in, too quickly.
the silence that followed was sharp.
he winced almost immediately. “i mean—not like that. just—chad talks about you.”
she raised a brow. “that’s concerning.”
chad snorted. “it’s mostly good things.”
“mostly?”
“i’m gonna go,” chad said suddenly, backing away like he’d done his job and didn’t want to deal with the aftermath. “have fun, kids.”
“don’t call us that,” she shot after him, but he was already gone.
and then it was just the two of them.
ethan shifted in his seat, pulling one of his notebooks closer like it was a shield.
“so,” he said, clearing his throat, “statistics.”
“unfortunately.”
a small smile tugged at his mouth. it didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was there.
“what are you struggling with?”
she pushed her textbook toward him, tapping a random page. “all of it.”
this time, his smile was real. quick, but real.
“okay,” he said. “we can work with that.”
for a while, it was easy to forget what chad had said.
ethan explained things in a way that actually made sense, breaking concepts down until they felt manageable instead of impossible. he didn’t rush her, didn’t make her feel stupid when she asked the same question twice. if anything, he seemed…patient.
too patient.
like he had nowhere else to be.
like this—her—was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
it should’ve been flattering.
instead, it was…strange.
she noticed it in little things.
the way he watched her when she wasn’t looking—or thought she wasn’t. the way his gaze lingered just a second too long when she leaned over the table. the way he seemed to catalog every reaction she had, like he was storing them somewhere.
but every time she caught it, he’d look away.
duck his head.
go back to being harmless.
“does that make sense?” he asked, tapping the page between them.
she blinked, pulling herself back into the moment. “yeah. actually…yeah, it does.”
something in his expression softened.
“good,” he said quietly.
there was a pause.
she leaned back in her chair, stretching slightly. “chad wasn’t lying. you’re good at this.”
ethan’s shoulders tensed at the mention of chad. “he exaggerates.”
“not this time.”
he didn’t respond right away.
instead, his fingers started tapping again. once. twice. three times—before he stopped himself, curling them into his palm.
“he talks a lot,” ethan said finally.
“that’s putting it lightly.”
another small smile.
and then—
“he told you, didn’t he?”
she tilted her head. “told me what?”
ethan hesitated.
for the first time since she’d sat down, he looked genuinely unsure. like he was standing on the edge of something and didn’t know if he should step forward or back.
“that i…” he trailed off, exhaling softly. “never mind.”
she studied him for a second.
he wasn’t looking at her anymore. his gaze had dropped to the table, fixed on some invisible point like it mattered more than the conversation.
it would’ve been easy to let it go.
to pretend she didn’t know exactly what he meant.
but she’d never been good at leaving things alone.
“that you have a crush on me?” she said.
his head snapped up.
there it was again—that flicker. sharper this time. harder to miss.
his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“chad talks too much,” he said.
“so it’s not true?”
she didn’t know why she asked it like that.
maybe because she wanted to see what he’d say.
maybe because she wanted to see that look again.
ethan held her gaze for a long second.
too long.
and then—
“does it matter?”
the question landed heavier than she expected.
she let out a small laugh, trying to lighten it. “i guess not.”
he nodded, but something about it felt…off.
like he wasn’t agreeing with her.
like he was filing the answer away.
their sessions became a routine.
twice a week, same table, same quiet corner of the library.
and every time, she told herself the same thing:
he’s harmless.
he has to be.
because the alternative—
the alternative didn’t make sense.
it was easier to ignore the way he always seemed to know when she’d had a bad day before she said anything.
easier to brush off the way he remembered small details she didn’t recall telling him.
easier to pretend the intensity in his gaze meant nothing.
“you didn’t sleep,” he said one afternoon, not even looking up from his notes.
she froze mid-sip of her coffee. “what?”
he glanced at her then, like it was obvious. “you look tired.”
“wow. thanks.”
“i didn’t mean it like that.”
“how did you mean it?”
he hesitated.
and for a second, she thought he wouldn’t answer.
but then—
“like something was keeping you up,” he said quietly.
her stomach tightened.
that was too specific.
“you’re reading too much into it,” she said lightly, forcing a shrug.
“maybe.”
but he didn’t sound convinced.
and the way he kept looking at her— like he was waiting for her to confirm something he already believed— made something cold settle in her chest.
the first time he brought up ghostface, it came out of nowhere.
one second, they were going over probability.
the next—
“do you think people like that are born or made?”
she blinked. “what?”
ethan leaned back in his chair, fingers laced together like he was trying to look casual.
“killers,” he clarified. “like ghostface.”
the word hung between them.
heavy.
wrong.
she let out a small, uneasy laugh. “that’s…not really relevant to statistics.”
“it kind of is,” he said.
her brows furrowed. “how?”
“patterns,” ethan said, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “behavior. probability. everything leaves a trail if you know what to look for.”
there was that look again.
that too-intense, too-focused look.
she shifted in her seat. “you sound like you’ve thought about this a lot.”
“everyone has,” he said.
“not like that.”
another pause.
longer this time.
ethan tilted his head slightly, studying her in that same careful, deliberate way.
“it’s interesting,” he said.
“what is?”
“how people decide who’s safe,” he replied.
her stomach dropped.
“what do you mean?”
he shrugged, like it was nothing. “you meet someone. you don’t know anything about them. but you make a judgment anyway.”
her fingers tightened around her pen.
“that’s normal,” she said.
“is it?”
his voice was still soft. still careful.
but there was something under it now.
something sharper.
“you decided i was safe,” ethan continued.
her breath caught.
she forced a small laugh, trying to brush it off. “you are safe.”
he didn’t smile.
didn’t look away.
just held her gaze—
and for the first time since she’d met him, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at anymore.
“right,” he said quietly.
and something about the way he said it—
like it was a lie he was letting her believe—
made her wish she’d listened to her instincts the first time.
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summary: ethan confesses about being ghostface to you and expected a different reaction.
warnings: i mean murderer ghostface.. and bit sad and kissing ig
Ethan Landry. Your boyfriend of one year and a few days. Still nothing more than making out and touching, which was surprising to everyone. You two were incredibly hot and never had tried anything with each other? Mainly cause you felt connected on a different level with him. He was solely obsessed with you, never letting you notice the way he was always lurking and watching your every move. You just thought he was protective whenever he questioned you every time you went out. It never bothered you, it was hot.
Ethan had moved in with you after ten months, best decision ever. He was clean, never slept late, and walked around shirtless all the time. Perfect. Movies usually every night, stab marathons too. He liked to watch you get jump scared so he could hold you in his big arms and feel like your protector. You loved to fake scares just so he could pull you over on him. And you couldn't lie, you did feel when he got hard from any touch of yours but didn't comment on it ever.
After a long week of working shifts every night and having classes during the day it was friday night. Your free evening with your boyfriend. Getting home you bent down to take your shoes off and stood back up to face Ethan right in front of you. He grinned slowly as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pick you up. You could tell he just woke up but he still wanted to welcome you back home.
"Hey, baby. How was your classes?" He mumbled into your neck, feeling your legs wrap his hips.
"They were okay, I'm just exhausted." You reply with your arms tightening around his shoulders to feel his embrace.
He nodded before setting you back down to take your jacket and tote bag for you, he hung them up and followed your movements to the kitchen.
"I got pizza earlier, some in the microwave." He muttered wiping his face and leaning over the counter watching you check the microwave.
You turn back to him and sigh. "Not really hungry, wanna cuddle? I need it extra right now."
He grins again as he leads you to the bedroom and laid back waiting for you to crawl up to him. You rest your head on his bicep and his forearm lays on your chest. He kisses your head softly with his free hand lays up on his abs. After some pillow talk he was moving around to be eye level with you.
"I love you" You whisper and smile, eyes staring into his warmly.
He smiled back before his smile faded slowly, your hand immediately came to hold his cheek and run your thumb side to side.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" You ask as his hand comes over yours.
"No, sorry. I"m fine." He muttered.
"Be honest, Eth."
"Fine. Just please don't leave, or get mad at me, or anything?" He pleaded quietly.
Your nod gives him the green light as he breathes, "I've done bad things. I tried stopping for you. I just.. I can't."
Your hand pauses its actions as you stare up at him, "Like what? What bad things?"
He looks down at your hand and pulls it up to press kisses over your knuckles. "I don't want to tell you, you'll see me differently."
"Just say it. I love you, I won't view you any differently." You reassure him.
He takes a few breaths and speaks out "I killed people. The ghost faces killings, some of them were me."
You choke on your words as you sit up and stare down at him, he stayed on his side to look up at you. His puppy eyes looking over your features waiting for a response, his hands clammy as he fidgeted subtly. You just stared waiting for a "Just kidding" or a "Bad joke sorry" but nothing came out. He just waited for some type of approval from you. For some weird reason you stayed, you didn't run or scream for help, you just sat in front of him looking back down at him. A conversation happening between your eyes and his, but no actual verbal communication going on in the moment.
You speak out suddenly, getting a small startle from him "Why."
"I do it for you technically. I mean." He stuttered over his words and shut up to wipe his face and look back up at you laying flat on his back with his head against the mattress. "I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at the ceiling.
"Baby, I asked why." You ask again, your hand coming back up to his face, tracing his jaw before holding it. "Just tell me why.."
His eyes adverted from the roof back to you, his pupils dilating. Maybe they dilated from the way you stayed, the way you looked at him with so much love still, or just how you could touch him even after admitting he was a serial killer.
"For you. I get jealous." He mumbled embarrassingly. "Just want you to myself."
You blush slightly, your jaw clenching from all the things you wanted to say but held back. Yeah you stalked him a few times and played the crazy girlfriend in some situations, but he didn't have to know.. yet.
"I love you." You purr before smiling down at his lips.
His eyes soften and he moved his hands to quickly grip your waist and pull you on top of him.
"Really.." He questioned, scanning over your face and down to your collarbone and shoulders, wetting his bottom lip and looking back up at your eyes.
"Yeah really.. you care so much about me. I'd do the same for you." You sigh against his cheek.
His face heats up as his hands run over your ribs and back down to grab your hips. "Love you too." He purred before lifting his head to press kisses on your neck.
Your hand comes up to caress his scalp and run through his hair as he left small love bites along the nape of your neck, sucking on your throat hard enough to leave some bruises. He always loved marking you up, proving to himself and others you were his. You felt shocked about the news but didn't care enough to stop him from kissing and touching you.
⋆ ★ loudly woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a fire alarm going off in the dorms, you were smart enough to grab a blanket before you left. too bad the cute guy a few rooms over forgot to do the same, and he looks cold.
cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, up to you whether you want ethan to be ghostface here or not it’s not mentioned ,, fluff ,, ethan doesn’t know how to talk to people ,, gn!reader
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky =)
the graphite-lullaby hidden deep in the city seemed to bring you a sense of security lathered in warmth and the feeling of a fluffy and soft blanket wrapped around your body like a self made cocoon.
as you lay there, cozy and safe while feeling the surroundings around you all fade away as you surrendered yourself to the night, eyelids droopy and body giving its final notice for the day; there was only one thing on your mind, and that was nothing at all.
at least, that’s how it was.
a loud screeching sound you could only identify as a fire alarm seemed to rip itself through the sound barrier, blazing a blinding white light through under the cracks of your door and the frenzy and panic of students hustling through the hallways stirred you away from the rest of your sleep you were desperately chasing after.
though you wished to ignore it, to flip over and continue into your peaceful bliss, you knew better, mumbling tired insults and swears under your breath at the idiot who probably started the fire.
scooting out of bed, blanket still wrapped around you and hair going in what felt like every which way, you slid on some shoes as quickly as possible, reaching for your phone with a yawn and holding it close to you while walking up to your door, flinging it open and immediately being met with a mass of students fleeing down the hallways.
you wanna let out an agitated sound but decide against in, shutting your dorm door behind you before finding a spot along the crowd to escape the building from, scampering through the halls and down the stairs to exit the building.
into the rich tapestry of a darkened blue your shoes meet the stoney pavement of the outside, walking along the path to find yourself located now in the blackmore university dorm room school parking lot where almost a hundred other students were, talking to their friends in awe about the situation and already starting small and useless gossip about what could’ve happened or who started the flames.
you find yourself standing alone under the lucid moon, a cold night breeze dancing it’s way past you.
classmates were swarmed all around like a hive of insects, blankets and jackets alike covering the bodies of others as the chilly wind made itself known.
you glanced around, hugging the security of your own cloth material closer to your body.
you’re unsure what to do, standing around as you wait for the okay signal to go back in. you could be outside for minutes. it could be up to an hour.
in the sea of bundled up students, your gaze landed upon a familiar figure standing alone, hugging himself in a futile attempt to ward off the biting cold. it was ethan, the shy boy from a few dorms down, now shivering without the warmth of a blanket or jacket to call his own.
his usually neat hair was disheveled with bed head, sticking out in awkward tufts from the chill. his arms were wrapped tightly around his slender frame, hands clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt. the material did little to protect him from the elements and you could see his teeth chattering slightly as he tried to stamp his slides against the icy ground.
despite the darkness and chaos of the other students surrounding you both, there was something about ethans solitary figure that caught your attention. maybe it was the vulnerability he exuded, or perhaps the fact that you had shared a few awkward smiles in passing before. whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him.
tucking the blanket tighter around your shoulders, you made your way over to where the curly haired boy stood, the cold night air nipping at your heels. as you approached, he glanced up, his brown eyes wide and startled. a faint blush crept up his neck as he noticed your approach and he quickly dropped his gaze, staring down at his slides peeking out from under his pajama pants.
"uh, hi," ethan stammered, his voice slightly hoarse from the cold. "did you.., did you need something?" he rubbed his arms, trying to generate some warmth. the chill was evident in the goosebumps prickling his skin and the way he hunched his shoulders.
you stopped a few feet away from him, the blanket wrapped snugly around you. "i was just going to offer to share my blanket," you said, gesturing to the extra material draped over your shoulders. "you look pretty cold, and i have enough room under here for one more."
ethans eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. he glanced down at your blanket, then back up at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief on his face. "oh, um, thank you," he finally managed to say, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the boys flustered state, finding his awkwardness oddly endearing. "well, we can't have you turning into a human popsicle out here," you teased, shrugging off a portion of the blanket and taking a step closer to him.
his gaze flickering from your face to the offered blanket and back again. he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing in his slender throat. "i, um, i don't know what to say," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. "i don't want to impose..."
you rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. "don't be silly," you interrupted, reaching out to drape the extra blanket around his narrow shoulders. "its not like I'm going to let you freeze to death out here."
as you settled the blanket around him, your fingers brushed against his arm and you felt him shiver, though whether it was from the cold or your touch, you couldn't be sure. the blanket was a bit too large for his slender frame and he had to tug at it a few times to get it to stay put.
"there," you spoke with satisfaction, "much better. you look like a cozy little mummy now."
the landry boys blush deepened at your words, spreading across his cheeks and even dipping down to color the tips of his ears. "a mummy?" he repeated, sounding slightly scandalized. "i don't know if i should be flattered by that comparison."
shrugging, you grinned at him impishly. "well, you know what they say - if the blanket fits..." you quipped, letting the joke hang in the air between you.
he opened his mouth as if to retort, but then closed it again, shaking his head in rueful amusement. "that… was horrible," he said, but there was a note of fondness in his voice that belied the words. a ghost of a smile even threatened to reveal itself beyond his lips.
ethan let out a soft, surprised laugh. "though i suppose i should just be grateful you're not trying to shank me underneath this thing and bury me alive, blanket and all."
you couldn't help but grin back at him, feeling a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you in the midst of the chaotic evacuation. "i did say you looked like a cozy little mummy," you pointed out, leaning in closer to him as you spoke. in doing so, your shoulders brushed against each other, the combined warmth of your shared blanket and proximity creating a pleasant contrast to the biting cold.
the brunettes breath hitched slightly at the contact, and he glanced down at where your shoulders touched, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. "i suppose i should count my blessings then," he murmured, a hint of playfulness entering his voice. "though im not sure id make a very good mummy. id get too restless and try to claw my way out of the wrappings."
"probably," you agreed, nodding sagely. "you don't strike me as the patient type." as you spoke, you realized that you were still standing quite close to him, your faces mere inches apart. the soft blanket draped over your shared shoulders, cocooning you both in a warm, intimate space amidst the chilly night and the chatter of your dorm mates.
his gaze flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, there was a charged silence between you. the air seemed to still and you had the sudden, crazy thought that he might lean in and close the scant distance between your lips. but then he blinked and the moment passed.
"guess you've got me all figured out then," his voice dropped to a soft whisper, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "though im not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." he mumbled under his breath, and there was a note of something unreadable in his voice, a hint of meaning beneath the words. you decided to ignore it, not wanting to pry.
it was a heady feeling lingering in the air, one that made your heart race and your skin prickle with something more than just the cold.
but as quickly as it had come, it had gone. he cleared his throat, glancing away as if suddenly self-conscious about your proximity.
"anyway, um, thanks again for the blanket," he said, fingering the edge of it nervously. "youre.. really nice to share it with me like this."
shrugging, you tried to act casual even as your pulse continued to flutter in your chest. "its no big deal," you assured him, though you knew it was a small lie. sharing your blanket with the boy felt like a big deal, even if you couldn't quite put your finger on why.
as if sensing your thoughts, he glanced back at you, a tentative smile on his face. "im still glad you did," his voice was gentle, a warmth coated in his words that didn’t quite reach the depth behind his intense eyes that bore into yours. it was like he was this flustered shy school boy and this cocky, intelligent and confident student all at the same time.
you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, and you found yourself smiling back at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. "yeah," you agreed, your voice just as soft. "no problem."
for a moment you simply stood there, shoulder to shoulder, sharing your blanket. it was strange, you thought, how you could feel so at ease with someone you barely knew. but then again, maybe it wasn't so strange after all. sometimes, you just clicked with people, and there was no rhyme or reason to it.
suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through the parking lot, sending your hair flying and the blanket fluttering. ethan let out a startled yelp as the cold air hit his face, and he instinctively leaned closer to you, seeking shelter under the blanket.
you laughed at his reaction, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "careful, the wind might carry you away like a tumbleweed," you teased, teasingly holding onto the blanket to keep him anchored.
he rolled his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "ha ha. very funny." sarcasm laced his words, but there was no real bite. "ill have you know im not that easily blown away."
"oh, that right?" you challenged playfully, a mischievous glint in your eye. "from where im standing, you look like a human kite in this wind."
his smile widened, a hint of laughter escaping him. "i would at least be a cute kite. or a cool one." he retorted, a note of playfulness in his voice.
you couldn't argue with that assessment, not with the way his chocolate brown hair was whipping around in the wind and his eyes were sparkling with humor. "cute" was definitely the right word for ethan in that moment.
you grinned at his response, feeling a surge of warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket wrapped around you. " youd be a cute kite." you teased, bumping your shoulder against his in a friendly gesture.
ethan blushed at your words, ducking his head slightly to hide the reddening of his cheeks. "i, uh, i wasn't..." he stammered, before catching himself and shaking his head. "n-nevermind."
you chuckled, amused by his flustered state. he huffed, but you could see the smile he was trying to suppress.
he opened his mouth, eager to find some sort of retort to half-ass, but hesitated, closing his mouth again.
the second time he goes to open it, he gets cut off.
a sudden announcement crackled over the loudspeaker. "attention all residents, the fire was a false alarm and the building has been deemed safe after inspection. you may now return to your dorms."
around you the sea of students began to stir, the chatter and murmurs growing louder as they prepared to head back inside. Ethan glanced up at the sound, his eyes widening slightly as he processed the news.
"well, that's good," he said, a note of relief in his voice. he shifted as if to move, but then paused, seeming to remember the blanket still draped over his shoulders. he looked at you questioningly. "should we, um, should we head back too?"
you hummed, tugging the blanket a bit tighter around yourself. "we shall," you agreed.
he nodded and fell into step beside you as you began to make your way back towards the dorms. the blanket draped over your shoulders, binding you together.
as you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at ethan from the corner of your eye. his cheeks were still tinged pink and he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if determined not to meet your eyes. it was cute, really, how easily you could fluster him.
a gust of wind caught the blanket just as you finally made it inside the building, threatening to pull the cloth off your shoulders. ethan stumbled slightly, and instinctively, he reached out to grab onto you, his hand finding your wrist. "whoa," he said, steadying himself. "sorry about that."
you acted on impulse, enjoying his touch too much and suddenly feeling bold and not wanting ethan to stumble again. as he regained his balance, you reached out and grasped his hand, lacing your fingers with his. the boys eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact, and he glanced down at your intertwined hands before meeting your gaze.
"careful," you said softly, a playful smile on your lips as you guided him to walk closer to you, your hands still clasped together. "wouldnt want you to fall and take me down with you."
his blush deepened to a shade of red you didn't think was possible, spreading from his cheeks down to the tip of his nose. he swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. "i-i, um, ‘m being careful," he said, his voice slightly hoarse and extremely quiet.
you and ethan walked hand in hand through the now quiet school halls, the ruckus fading as more kids made it to their rooms. the only sounds were the distant murmurs of your fellow students who hadn’t yet made it inside and the soft shuffling of your feet on the linoleum floor. the emergency lights cast an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced and swayed with each step.
the brown eyed boys hand felt warm and slightly clammy in yours, a testament to his nervousness. you could feel the delicate bones of his fingers, the calluses from where he gripped his pencil too tightly as he studied. it was a comforting feeling to have his hand in yours. it almost gave you a sense of responsibility, too. like you had to guide him to safety.
as you turned the corner, the long hallway stretched out before you, leading towards the dormitory wing. ethan's arm continued to brush against yours as you walked, the contact sending a little shiver down your spine.
ethan stumbled slightly, his foot catching on the carpet. he tightened his grip on your hand, and instinctively, you pulled him closer to steady him. he collided with your side, his shoulder pressing against the back of yours.
"shit! s-sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed and his gaze downcast. "im not usually this clumsy, i swear.” he trails off in embarrassment.
you giggled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "its okay," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "ive got you.”
he swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "i, um, you, ah..." he stammered, his usual awkwardness amplified by your comforting tone.
you couldn't help but find his reaction endearing, the way he got all tongue-tied and red-faced at the slightest bit of kindness.
as you continued your walk down the hallway, closer to your room, he seemed to lean into you slightly, as if seeking comfort and support.
suddenly, just before you reach your door, ethan stopped short, pulling you up with him. "wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just wanted to, uh, thank you. for everything." he glanced down at your intertwined hands, then back up at you, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "youve been really nice to me tonight."
you smiled softly at his heartfelt thanks, feeling a warm glow spread through your chest. "of course," you said, giving his hand a final squeeze before gently pulling your fingers from his grasp.
with that, you reached up and tugged the blanket off of ethans shoulders, tossing it over your forearm. he looked down at the fabric, then back up at you, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
"don't be a stranger now," you said with a playful wink. "and try not to miss me too much until our next fire drill."
ethan blushed, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "ill try not to," he said, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice that made you wonder if he was telling the truth.
you turned and slipped inside your room, closing the door softly behind you. for a long moment, you leaned against the door, a silly grin on your face as you replayed the events of the night in your head.
on the other side of the door, ethan stood frozen, staring at the now closed door as if he could see right through it. the intense, blazing look in his eyes softened into a thoughtful gaze, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face.
a fierce feeling bubbled in his gut, a confusing mix of gratitude, longing, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. he pressed a hand against the door, as if trying to preserve the warmth and closeness of the moment, before letting out a soft sigh.
his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the closed door. the intensity of his gaze could have burned a hole through the wood, so consumed was he by the sudden overwhelming urge to see you again.
he didn't understand it.
this feeling that had taken hold of him.
It was new and scary, but also exhilarating in a way he had never experienced before.
all he knew was that he couldn't let this be the last time he talked to you.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i would suck the meat off this man btw :3
