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1 year ago

Of course Ghostface wants you!

Gf!Ethan X GN!Reader

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‼️CW/TW‼️: scar; manipulative E; yandere!Ethan

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Not satisfied with this one, like really not. I fell like this is pure shit. Sorry.

"I'm scared, E. I'm actually terrified."

Ethan tightens his hold around you and kiss your forehead. The both of you lying down on your bed after a movie and an argument with the group.

"Ghostface wants us, he probably wants me, too! I don't wanna die, not like this. And the group... They want to separate you from me. You're my only support. Don't leave."

"I won't leave you." He whispers in your ear. "I'd never leave you. Nobody'll ever separate you from me. We'll be together forever. I'll protect you from everything."

According to Mindy, Ethan was the main suspect. When the first attack occurred, he wasn't here. Everyone got hurt, and Anika...

A wave of sadness overcome you and you feel your eyes water again.

"Love..." Ethan whispers, concern in his voice.

His thumbs caress your cheek while a weak smile makes his way to your face. The first attack was so unexpected, nobody was ready.

You even got hurt, too. Ghostface plunged his knife into your thigh. The hit was directed towards Sam but, trying to push her away, you fell and got hurt instead of her. Badly. You'll never regret it though.

Ethan's hand goes down your shoulders, to your hips to finally settle on your thigh. Where your stitches remains. He does not put his palms directly on it since the scar is really fresh and not healed yet. But his hand was still close to it. He was feeling guilty ever since he saw you with Chad near the ambulance. He was blaming himself.

"It's not your fault, E." You say.

-Yes, it is. I should have been here.

-But you weren't. It's useless to think of what you could have done. I'm alive. That's what matters."

You feel water running down your head. A single drop. A tear. Ethan is crying. You take Ethan's hand which is on your thigh and move it to your hip. Your good leg sneak its way in between his. While the hurt one goes above them to frame him. But not too far in case you worsen your stitches by stretching it. Both of your arms go under his. Your chest is glued to his.

"It's my fault.

-It's Ghostface's fault. He's the one who attacked me. Not you."

Ethan stays silent. His hand caress your back slowly and you do the same for him. Both of you comforting each other in the almost religious silence of the room. Some cars could faintly be heard outside but you were not paying attention to them.

In this hug, you were protecting each other. You were telling him how much you loved him, how much you were grateful. While Ethan was telling you that everything would be fine. He was so worried... You were happy he had econ. You don't know what you would have done if you saw him get hurt. He's the only one who understands you. The last thing you want is to see him in danger.

"You're risking your live by staying with me, you know ?" You talk with a shaky voice. You were getting emotional again just by thinking of what could happen.

"I'm sure Ghostface won't hurt you. How could he kill someone as pretty as you?"

"That's not funny, E. I'm really scared.

"I know but I swear to you, from now on, I'll always be by your side."

You nod, burying your face in his chest. Your arms tighten around him. You feel him tense for a second. Worried, you look up at him to just see him smiling, all softened, at you. He was so pretty. How could the others ever think of him as a criminal ? He was the one massaging your back when you were tired. He was the one cuddling you when you were sad. He was the one litteraly apologizing to chairs when he bumped into them. He was the one crying watching romantics movies ! How could he kill someone?

"Did I hurt you?" You ask.

-No, love. Why?" He whispers back.

You took time to respond, chilling in the pretty silence of the room where all you could hear were your two breath. It was hot but a nice hotness. A calming one. It made you sleepy, you who had sleep issue.

"Your body contracted when I touched you.

-It's nothing..."

Still worried, you move in the bed. Your back now facing him. He's whining, missing your body close already. You grab your phone and quicky return under the blanket. This time though, your head goes underneath. With the flashlight of your phone, you move up his shirt and look at where you touched moment prior. Ethan sighs.

"I told you it's nothing."

But you ignore him and go back to the surface. Meeting his accustomed yet loving gaze.

"Did your hurt yourself? You have a bruise on your hip."

He laughs nervously, as if embarrassed. His big hands takes a good hold of your hips before moving you up until you're face to face. He then hides his face in your neck. He loved doing that, manhandling you. You never understood why. He sighs once in the comfort of your body.

"I bumped into the corner of the table yesterday."

You had doubts.

"You're not hiding something from me, right ?"

But Ethan never doubted himself.

"What ? You think I'm Ghostface, too?" He said in a ironical tone, knowing damn well he won already.

You were not laughing. You would never dare doubt your boyfriend like that. The only reason you asked that was because you were scared he got into a fight or simply hurt himself bad. It happens, after all. Never would the thought he was a murderer even cross your mind. So you push him away from you a little to see his face. Not even a shadow of a smile on your face.

"Don't say that. Even for a joke. You know it makes me angry. I don't like them saying that. You're not Ghostface. I think I'd knew it well if you were a damn serial killer." You said, gritting your teeth, your hands clenching around his shirt.

-Well, I don't like them saying that either. Plus, they imply that you'd be stupid enough to be in a relationship with someone you barely know. But you're not stupid. And we know each other. You're the cleverest person in the damn world.

The subject changed and you didn't even notice.

-I am stupid sometimes, though. There is lot of things that I don't notice. Like when that guy was following me home. If it weren't for you I'd be dead.

-And that's why I'm here.

It was his duty, after all. To protect you.

-But Ghostface is not just a creepy guy in an alley. He's much more dangerous Ethan. And he wants me dead. He wants me.

-Of course he wants you my love, you're so pretty. Everyone want you.

You move away from his embrace and stare at him angrily. You had already told him not to joke like that and he was still doing it. Your eyes were swollen and your cheeks were dry. Contradictory with the long minutes you spent wetting them.

-Seriously Ethan, don't joke on that subject. It's making me uncomfortable. Anika is dead because of that guy. I don't want to laugh.

You cringed internally mentioning your friend. Fuck, she wasn't even related to the group that much. She was new, like Ethan. Why was she targeted ?

-I'm joking on it because I know nothing will happen to you. You're safe with me." He was smiling. A reassuring smile. One you could pour all your trust in.

You could never stay mad at Ethan anyway. Less in a situation like this. You needed support. And your friends didn't want him around. You only had him to dry your tears.

"I don't want you to get hurt." You said, entering back your safe place: his arms.

"I already told you. I won't. I'm staying here until you are safe.

-And the group? Chad, Mindy, Sam and Tara ? What about them?

-I'm sure they'll be fine. Even if they threw you out of their house...

-They didn't throw me out of the house, Ethan. I know you don't like them but they're my friends. They're scared too, you have to understand that.

-Okay, I understand. But if I wasn't here, you would have been all alone. They shouldn't have kicked you out in a situation like this."

You found nothing to answer this time. Because it was true. If he wasn't here, you'd be alone. They didn't kick you out, you left with Ethan because you were angry with their accusatory remarks towards him. But still, no one tried to call you. To know how you were doing. To even check if you were alive. And realizing that, you start crying again. You were so sensitive since Anika's death. You were truly in edge. You were happy Ethan was here.

"I'm alone E. I'm so fucking alone..." You realized.

-No, of course not. You're not alone. I'm here. I'd die for you. I'll protect you. Nothing will ever harm you as long as I'm here. You'll always be seen with me by your side. I'll marry you one day. You know that?"

You weren't listening anymore. You were remembering every memory you had with your friends. Searching a way to come back to them, to regain their trust. You needed them, they were your dear friends. Maybe you were dramatic but you had every right to be. And Ethan was right. They had left you alone to die by Ghostface. They had left you knowing you were a target. But you loved them, you couldn't resent them.

"We'll live a life where you won't need anyone but me. And I won't need anyone but you. A house secluded where no one can come. After all of this is done, we'll be together."

Ethan was smiling. But you couldn't see it.

You Sneaky Thing

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, Ethan’s a virgin no surprise there lol, both Ethan and reader are kinda freaky cuz why not it’s fun

A/N: I DID NOT PROOFREAD I AM SLEEPY SORRY

Warnings for this part: Car Sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

You could barely focus in class. You were supposed to be listening to the lecture and taking notes, but how could you? How could you do that when your boyfriend was sitting next to you? You occasionally stole glances at each other, smiling and blushing.

You and Ethan had been together for a little over two months. You were his first kiss, his first girlfriend. You on the other hand, had more experience than him. You had been in a couple relationships, ones that didn’t work out and were definitely for the best. You had lost your virginity, unlike Ethan. You knew this already, as he had confessed it to you in a late night phone call.

He felt embarrassed, almost ashamed. But you reassured him. You told him the two of you could take it slow, if he wanted. Whatever made him most comfortable was what was important to you, and Ethan appreciated that. But Ethan craved your touch, more than you realized.

He wanted to be inside you practically every waking moment he saw you. Even now, in the classroom. All he could think about was bending you over onto the table and fucking you sloppily. Not that he’d last very long, of course. He was a virgin after all. But that didn’t stop his mind from wandering.

You were up at the top row, getting the perfect view. Ethan’s eyes wandered from your face to your thighs. You were wearing a black skirt, a skirt that was just a little too small. You kept pulling it down a bit, feeling self-conscious throughout the day. But Ethan liked seeing you in that skirt. He glanced back at the professor, checking to see where they were looking.

He looked back at your skirt, wanting so badly to slip his hand underneath. He wanted to rub your clit through your panties, just to tease you. Would you like that, sweet girl? He felt so tempted to try it, to see how your face would flush. He moved his hand under the table and placed it on your thigh, squeezing it. You noticed, but tried to ignore it. And yet you felt a flutter in your lower stomach.

You offered him a smile, and he smiled back. His hand traveled farther up your inner thigh, rubbing the skin with his thumb. He was still staring at you, completely calm. But you weren’t. His knuckles were almost grazing your panties.

You felt surprised. Ethan had never done something like this before. The Ethan you knew would get nervous to make out with you, which you relished in. His face would get all red when you sat in his lap, taking his attention away from his homework as you gave him sweet kisses. Ethan drowned in your kisses, swearing your touch was like an angel, as if he was about to be blessed with eternal happiness.

He contemplated dipping his hand inside your panties, playing with you secretly. But he let his paranoia get the best of him. If the two of you were caught doing something inappropriate, you’d both get in deep trouble. So he kept his hand on your inner thigh, never sneaking it away.

You could feel yourself start to grow wet, making you nervous. His hand was dangerously close; he could almost feel it. Right? You looked at the time, seeing that it was getting close for the class to be over. You felt so relieved. You couldn’t drive back to your apartment pretending you didn’t just get turned on in class. And knowing Ethan, he’d probably brush the moment off and get too flustered to even explain himself.

As soon as class was dismissed, you quickly packed up your things. He took his hand away from underneath your skirt and brushed the fabric, patting it down. You watched as he put his things into his backpack with a grin on his face, oblivious to your flushed complexion.

As soon as you saw he was done, you took his hands into yours and leaned in close to his ear: “Let’s go to my car.” You barely gave him anytime to respond as you turned around and dragged him out of the room.

You never once wavered your grip on his hand as you navigated your way out of the building, leading him into the parking garage. You both barely spoke a word; Ethan was too excited to even try. He didn’t know what was in store for him, but he was dying to find out.

You were lucky the class was at night, as the floor you were on in the parking garage was not very full. You had plenty of space, plenty of privacy from any eyes. And that was what you wanted.

Once you got to the car, you unlocked it and motioned for Ethan to get into the backseat. He made no effort to ask why, simply doing what you wanted. You climbed inside after him and put your bag on the driver’s seat. Ethan had taken his bag off and set it in his lap, holding it. He was staring at his feet, pretending he didn’t feel your gaze on him.

“You got very cozy in class today,” you finally spoke.

“You think so?”

“Don’t play dumb, Ethan.” He almost smirked at your attitude. He set his bag on the passenger seat and faced you.

“If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you move my hand away?” He raised his eyebrows, awaiting your answer. You said nothing, and that made him move closer.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” He almost whispered, “I know I did.” His hands found their way onto your thighs, hitching your black skirt up. You parted your thighs as the feeling of his fingers on your skin, almost without thinking.

“I’ve been thinking about something lately,” Ethan stated. You watched as his he pushed your skirt up, revealing your panties. He could see the stain that had been growing, making his breath hitch.

“Yeah?” You responded.

“Mhm.”

“Tell me,” you insisted. You could see the strained tent forming in his pants, taking the attention away from the growing blush on his cheeks. His fingers found their way to your panties, prodding at them as if to pull them off.

“I think I’m ready to take things to the next step..y’know what I mean?” He looked at you with doe eyes, as if he wasn’t painfully hard.

You nodded. “I think I know exactly what you mean.” You looked down at your panties and started to pull them off before his hands took over. You took it upon yourself to fidget with his pants, pulling his cock out. You began to stroke him slowly as he pulled you into a kiss. He moaned in your mouth throughout the kiss, heavily breathing.

“Can I fuck you?” He asked.

“What did you think was gonna happen?” You laughed.

“I need you to say it. Let me hear you say it,” He whined. He spoke to you as if it was a matter of life or death. You stopped stroking him and held his cock in your hand as you climbed into his lap.

“Please fuck me, Ethan. I don’t think I can control myself,” you pant in his ear. He watched you angle him just right before he pushed himself inside you. You moaned at the abrupt feeling of his cock, but didn’t object. He bottomed out within the first few seconds, digging his nails into your hips.

You started kissing him again, getting his focus back on your lips as you started to rock yourself on his cock. You started slow, really taking in the moment. Ethan could barely believe it himself; he was fucking you. And in your car! He didn’t think it would happen like that.

His hands gripped your hips and pushed you down harder, taking little whines out of you as he went deeper. You wanted to tease him, say all these little things that you knew would drive him crazy. But you could barely keep your eyes open. Your breath was getting heavier, and the windows were getting foggy in the car.

Ethan placed kisses on your neck as he pulled you in even closer, if that was even possible. You barely needed his help to bounce on his cock; you could do that all on your own. All he could now was squeeze you in his arms, trying not to see stars so soon.

“You keep going like that, I’m gonna cum inside you,” Ethan groaned.

“Maybe you should,” you panted.

“Baby don’t say that. You’re gonna kill me with those words,” he drawled out a moan.

“It’s fine, E. Just do it. Fill me up.” You weren’t even thinking anymore. You were just coaxing him to give into the pleasure, and it was working. He thrusted into you a couple more times before faltering, saying your name like it was the only thing he knew.

You rested your head on his shoulder, panting. You stared at the foggy window, feeling spent. You lifted your finger to draw a giant heart, smiling.

“You didn’t cum, did you?” Ethan sighed.

“No.” He sighed again, staring at your cum-filled pussy. “Let’s go again.”

“E it’s okay.”

“I wanna go again. Bend over.”