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ethan landry hate fucking where he extreme overstims you and degrades you?

ethan landry x reader hatefucking dom!ethan, dark/ghostface!ethan

“no, no, you sweet, dumb thing,” a gruff voice huffs from above you, as you whine and yip at the feel of his hips pounding into you vigorously, “you take what i give you. you take my fucking cock.”

you pant, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your orgasm building quickly. you turn to hide your face from him, burying yourself into the mattress.

the man, donning the renowned costume and mask, tuts at you, annoyed, “no, don’t you fucking look away from me,” he thrusts into you hard, “i want to see your face.”

you can almost see him grinning at you, whoever this person is. “please…please,” you beg, “i’m c-close…m’gonna c-cum…!!”

at that, the man increases his pace ever more, his cock bullying itself into your cunt so much that it grazes your cervix. but you barely notice, not when you’re so close to cumming, all at the hands of someone you don’t even know. “m’cumming,” you breathe, hands flying to fist the black costume draped over the man’s back, “m’cummin…m’cummin,..oh godddd!”

instantly you’re pushed over the edge and cum, liquid squirting out uncontrollably as your eyes roll to the back if your head.

he laughs, sitting up and slowing down his thrusts, eyes focusing on the wet squelch of your pussy clenching violently around his cock, his cocks, balls, and pubic hair wet with your cum, “fuck yeah,” he cheers gleefully, “nice n tight little pussy.”

one hand moves to circle your clit, fingers slipping all over your cunt as your cum wets his entire hand, all the way down his wrist, “give me some more,” he whispers your name, almost so quietly that you almost didn’t notice.

but the feeling of your throbbing clit being stimulated vigorously is too much, even as your entire body shook, you brought both of your hands around his wrist, begging him to stop, “please, don’t,” you tell him, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, “i came already…i can’t anymore.”

he ignores you, fingers still rubbing your clit as his cock resumes its assault on your cunt, using your own juices as lube, “m’not done yet,” he replies, “you’re gonna cum again on my fingers, and then my mouth, and then…” he grins against his mask as he feels your clit throb almost painfully, and the walls of your pussy contracts weakly around his cock, “…then, i’ll cum, and you’ll finally get your rest.”

you don’t reply, exhausted and overestimulated to the point of passing out, but his hand slaps your cheeks to grab your attention, “m’not done, you little bitch,” he reminds you, before gripping your mouth to force it open, dipping his fingers down your throat, “yeah…taste it…taste your pussy juice,” he’s panting now, pulling his rock hard cock out of the warmth of your cunt, and gingerly raises his mask up to dip his tongue into your folds.

“please, no more,” you whisper, “aah…AAH!!”

you instantly lock up when you feel his tongue on your clit, giving it soft, kitten licks before he dives down to your cunt, dipping his tongue inside. the sounds are perverse, the shlick shlick shlick ringing in your ears as his tongue sticks deep inside you. he rests the tip of his nose on your clit, and when he shakes his head vigorously.

“aahhh, please!!” but he doesn’t let up. you can hear the frantic sound of his hand pumping his cock, and he moans into your cunt, almost drunk in it as he tries to slurp as much of your juices as he can. with a weak shout, your body stiffens again, cumming straight into his mouth, and he moans in pleasure as your taste.

when your legs stop shaking, you couldn’t even move your head to try to get a glimpse of the man who brought your to orgasms thrice, your eyes fluttering shut as everything turns dark, your pussy sated after a long time. he grins when your legs go limp, his hand still pumping his cock.

“ahh, you’re so beautiful baby,” he tells you, now sitting up to watch your peaceful face as he jerks his cock, “so pretty…i’ll give you something to make sure you won’t ever forget about me…about tonight,” as he lines his cock back into your cock and sinking into it with barely any resistance. still.

the heat and wetness makes him moan, and he barely thrusted before shooting his big fat load into your cunt. a huge load that he’s waited the entire night to unload into you. he removes his mask fully, hand moving to caress your face and plant a gentle kiss on your lips, “love you baby girl,” ethan whispers, “you and your perfect little pussy.”

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working on some of the requests now!

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what abt ethan landry with a size kink?? thoughts??

ethan x innocent!reader size kink

when ethan told you that his cock is hurting and that you can help him take the pain away, of course you agreed to help. he has always been nice to you and taught you lots of things like how to kiss and hug, and why you would get wet down there whenever ethan starts putting his tongue in your mouth.

but now, you silently watch him, nervousness and wariness etched on your face.

“it’s okay, don’t worry,” ethan reassures you, moving to kiss your forehead. one of his hands move to gently caress your head, while the other languidly strokes his aching cock, now throbbing under your gaze, “just turn around, babygirl.”

you nod, feeling a bit emboldened when ethan grunts at the sight of your ass on his lap. “yeah, that’s right,” he grips his cock tightly, swiping the pink, fat head on your pussy lips. you bite back a whine at the feel.

“you’re ready to go baby,” he coos, his tip now resting just outside your fluttering hole, “just sit on it.”

you, always willing to help ethan, nod before slowly pushing into the wide tip of his cock. ethan moans at the feel of your wet, tight pussy finally, finally, engulfing his cock, and he wants more, “more, baby,” he tells you, hands spreading your ass to watch your tiny, tight pussy swallow him.

“hnnngh…ethan…i-it’s too b-big…” you whine, struggling to take more when just a few centimetres in you are already feeling full. it makes your body tingle and your pussy wet. ethan has always been big, but ever since puberty, he has sprouted all the way to six feet, and you are having a lot of trouble taking him in. legs trembling, you pant, feeling your arousal coating his cock as he slowly moves your hips up…down…up, down his cock.

“it’s big, baby?” ethan asks, a large, smug smile on his face, “that’s just the tip. that’s not even all of it.”

hearing you whine, his hands move to cup your tits, using his thumb and pointer finger and pinch your nipples, “you gotta take it all…till i’m balls deep,” he whispers to your ear, “or else it’ll keep hurtin’.”

he makes you turn to the side to face him, and he plants pecks on your lips, “you’ll sit all the way, right?”

“mmhmm,” you nod assuredly, watching him smile in satisfaction before going to work. eventually, the pressure in your pussy lessens, only replaced by the tingling feeling and the need to help ethan. you move up and down, fucking yourself on the tip of his cock before you suddenly sit down as far as you can go.

“OH SHIT…there you go,” ethan groans, hands flying to grip your hips tightly, “fuck babygirl, you sat all the way down, huh? took all my cock?”

you nod, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of fullness, “it feels so good, ethan,” you whisper, “i feel full.”

ethan leans forward to mouth at your neck, hips moving softly to grind and thrust into your tight, wet cunt, “you’re gonna feel even fuller, baby,” he reassures you, “i just gotta release some of my cum inside so that it stops hurting, m’kay? you’ll let me right?”

you nod, reaching over to grab his hand, “please help me,” you tell him, “it feels weird down here,” and guides his hand to your swollen, throbbing clit.

ethan groans, once again thrusting up into your heat as his hand slowly fondles your clit, “i got you baby,” he tells you, “i’ll take care of your little clit and pussy, and all you need to do is take my cum, alright?”

“alright,” you tell him.

“i need you to say it,” he replies, now moving your hips up until just his tip is inside you, then slams you back down into his cock, his balls slapping onto the your soft thighs, “say it, baby.”

“i just need to take your cum…i’ll take ethan’s cum…”

ethan closes his eyes, relishing at the feel of your pussy, “that’s right baby…from now on, this pussy is the only place i’ll ever cum inside of.”

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Thank you @yoursuckerbaby and everyone who got me to 500 reblogs!

ethan gets so needy even when he’s half asleep, rutting into your ass even though he’s unconscious. you wake up groggily to the feel of his rock hard cock on your ass, his hips moving on their own. his breaths are labored, but when he doesn’t do anything when you elbow him softly, you try to nudge him again.

“ethan…”

he ruts into you harder, “hmmph…fuck— fuck…”

you elbow him again, and this time, he finally wakes up. you can tell from the hurried way his hands pull down on your underwear, all the while moving his hips and groaning under his breath.

“wh—what got you so hard in the middle of the night?” you ask, gasping as he takes two of his fingers and swipes them on your cunt, checking to see if you are wet. ethan groans at the feel of your wetness practically dripping down his fingers, and he takes one hand to line his cock into your pussy.

“dreamt about you,” he murmurs sleepily panting against your temple, “dreamt of emptying my balls in your pussy.”

“shit, etha—” you cant stop the sinful moan when ethan slides home into your cunt, all the way in until he’s balls deep.

“s’good,” he groans, “got me wanting to cum inside you even while im sleeping.”

he doesn’t fuck you, but he grinds against you, his hips not leaving your ass for a second.

“that’s s’good,” he repeats, “i’ll stay in here till i fall asleep and cum inside you…then i’ll pound you tomorrow morning.”

“shit, ethan,” you groan as his cock grinds inside you, his hands moving to cup your tits.

“f…fuck…fuck,” his hips grind faster now, his groans deeper, and he squeezes your tits harder, “here’s one already…shit…take all of it baby…all my c-cum!”

you both moan as ethan cums inside you with a loud cry, all the while thrusting inside you to overstimulate himself, cursing under his breath.

“let’s go back t’sleep baby,” he whispers into your ear, “i bet i’ll get hard in my sleep and cum inside you again while we’re both sleepin’.”

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y’all ever get the nastiest thoughts in ur head like aged!upspider socorro (avatar) x navi!reader size difference? but he’s the smaller one? even if he’s already gigantic at 6 feet he’s still little compared to you because you’re na’vi??? holy shit amirite

when he’s finally between your legs, guiding his cock in your cunt, he slides in and groans, “you’re so tight,” he whispers, skin tingling in pleasure when he feels your hand on his back, big enough to run the entire span of it. when he lays his head, he only reaches up to your tits, so he pinches them, telling you how much he wants to be able to take off his exopack so that he could kiss every inch of your skin.

to give you maximum pleasure, he has to thrust all the way in, balls deep into your pussy so you can feel the entirety of his cock grazing your walls. your legs are almost as big as his entire torso, and seeing your face twist in pleasure, mumbling and begging that you’re so close to cumming, also has him pounding and grinding deep into your cunt. he may not have the body of a na’vi, not yet, and he couldn’t make tsaheylu with you, but knowing that even with the size difference he can still bring you to orgasm, twitching and squirting into his chest (and even splashing on his exopack” has him rutting and blowing his load deep into your cunt. “fuck, so good,” he breathes into your stomach, resting his masked forehead on it, “your pussy’s so good.” he feels your tail wrapped along his leg, and he look up at you, smiling softly. “i wish i could kiss you.”

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shoutout to anon who said that ur ethan fic was weird. jack was 17 when he filmed. it’s not just u- i know- but. ew.

sorry about that i was possessed by the wicked hand of satan and he forced me to write that…never again

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request: ethan breastfeeding 💏

ethan landry x reader

a/n: i wrote this while the tiktok audio “number 9: breastfeeding, number 12: cock” plays on repeat in my head

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ethan has been your rock since you gave birth to your baby. however, what you dont know is that he’s been feeling horrible about himself. he feels like a terrible partner, and an even worse father.

why, just why, cant he stop himself from feeling all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees you breastfeeding your baby? he really shouldn’t be, right? but whenever you cradle your infant into your arms and guide them mouth into your nipple, ethan would just be sitting there quietly, hard as a rock. he never wanted to broach this topic to you, maybe ever, until one night.

“fuck, this really hurts,” he hears you moan beside him. he sits up to find you massaging your breasts (he hates how his cock automatically twitches at the sight), and moves to comfort you when he sees you crying, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“i already fed the baby,” you whine, pouting, “i also pumped, but i’m already so full and sore.”

his eyes land on your tits, hands flying out involuntarily to cup them, relishing your sighs of relief. they’re heavy in his hands, with milk. yours.

“momma,” he whispers, so quietly that you thought you just imagined it at first, “can i help?”

you raise your eyebrows, “you wanna help me, baby?” he nods frantically, now moving to rest his head on your lap.

he whines loudly when you pull your shirt up, revealing your breasts, now resting on his face. he moves one hand to softly rub the tent in his pants. ethan nuzzles closer, feeling the softness of your tits on his cheeks, “warm…” before sticking his tongue out and barely grazes it on your nipple.

ethan looks up at you, mouthing, “please?” with your nod, he closes his lips around one peaked nipple.

“fuck, ethan,” you groan, arching your breasts forward towards him. you raise one hand to gently grip his hair.

ethan pulls away a little, watching your face scrunched up in pleasure as he sloppily flicks his tongue in one nipple, before moving to the other one. then, he raises his hand on squeeze your breasts gently, and sucks.

surprised at the feeling of ethan simultaneously squeezing your breast and sucking, you feel the familiar warm and tingling sensation flowing to your breasts and you can barely react before ethan moans loudly.

a squirt of something warm and sweet lands on his tongue and he realizes it’s your milk.

“fuck, mommy,” he whines into your breasts, now suckling harder to get as much as he can before you push him away, “taste s’good,” he whimpers, his mouth quickly filling up with milk that some had dribbled down the sides of his mouth. he softly humps the air, wishing to be relieved of the aching tension of his cock, but he couldn’t get enough of you.

everything you have given him, either the juices of your cunt, or the milk that you use to sustain your child, they all taste like nectar to him.

he whines when you gently pull him away, looking up at you in a dazed, almost milk drunk expression that resembles that look your baby gives you when they’re also milk drunk and full.

“you emptied me,” you tell him with a giggle, before moving your thumb to wipe the dribbling milk off the sides of his mouth, “i got no more milk for you.”

ethan shifts so he is kneeling beside you, hands on the waistband of his pants, “i have some for you if you want.”

you laugh, before leaning in for a kiss.

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Tangina i was wondering who u are in my notif and i still dont know who ethan is but the way you write smut is immaculate like holy shit keep it up girl!!

TANGINAAAAA hahaha sana may season 2 na ng trese para magka inspiration nman ako sa kambal 😭😭 or panoorin ko na lang ulit kung may time! medyo libog aqu bes HAHAHAHA

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seeing people react to those lines in the stuff that i’ve written makes me laugh lmfaooo like YES it’s supposed to be cringe, idk it’s almost like a parody, but y’all are amazing and your reactions are funny haha

in other news, send me the nastiest ethan landry prompts you all have if u want!! i entertain it all haha

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Ethan is only 18, do you think it’s weird that there’s so much smut written for him?

i kinda do actually, but i figured that’s just fan behaviour tbh and most who consume smut about him are around the same age anyways (atleast i hope so) lol

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morning sex with ethan

you’re already all huddled up together in his twin-sized bed, and when you wake up, you sigh in relief as you remember that chad did not get back to the dorm room. you have the room to yourselves. you have ethan to yourself this morning.

sweet ethan is snoring into the crook of your neck, his fluffy curls tickling you as his chest rises and falls against your body. you raise a hand to run it through his hair, and he rewards you with a sleepy, yet content groan.

“g’mornin,” he murmurs into your neck before planting a sleepy kiss on the base of it, his arms wrapping themselves around you to hug you even tighter.

“morning, baby,” you greet back, one hand raising his chin to give him a soft kiss on his lips. he pouts but doesn’t move, letting you peck as many kisses on his lips as you want. and then, ethan opens his mouth, catching your lips in surprise and instantly runs his tongue on yours.

when he breaks away, he settles back to your neck, eyes still closed, “m’hard,” he tells you, “need some pussy, please.”

“this early in the morning?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“please,” he begs, mouthing at your neck. “i’ll do the work, y’can just lay there and take it.”

you pretend to think about it, even though you both know you’re always ready to go once ethan starts tonguing your mouth. so when you nod and say yes, ethan turns you over, slowly, still sleepy and relaxed. you laugh when you see that he’s dragging his boxers down and your panties down too, yet his eyes are still closed. “you’re not even opening your eyes for me?”

“m’still a bit sleepy,” he mumbles, flushing a shade of pink. he removes your shirt (his shirt) and positions his lips on your breasts, almost panting as he cups your right breast. then, he finally opens his eyes, looking at you with puppy eyes as he sticks his tongue out, almost catching your nipple.

you arch your back, wanting to feel his wet mouth on you, on your tits, almost gushing because how can you not when ethan looks at you like he’s begging you to let him suck your tits?

when he finally wraps his lips on your nipple, you moan, arching into him. his other hand strokes his cock, wet with his precum, and guides himself into your cunt. he grunts as he slides in, popping his mouth off your nipple as he moves his head to face you. “your pussy feels so warm…ha….fuck…”

“shit, ethan,” you feel stretched out, so early in the morning and his cock filling you all the way in until his balls press against your ass.

when he pulls back and thrusts back in, you both shudder at the feel. ethan makes sure he’s balls deep in your pussy and stops, his cheek resting against your as he whispers into your ear, “this is gonna be quick, m’sorry baby.” he whines as he tries not to move, tries to calm himself so that he doesn’t nut inside you after two pumps.

“it’s okay,” you tell him, “it’s okay, ethan, just cum inside…”

“shit…don’t talk like that…”

“i just need your cum in my pussy, please.”

ethan almost sobs into your ear, slowly pulling back and thrusting back in until he establishes a rhythm. not fast, but deep, and you feel like he’s hitting you so deep, almost like the fat head of his cock is bumping against your cervix.

“m’cummin, oh sorry, m’cummin already…aah! fuck…ha…” he pulls back to look you in the eyes, “i’m cummin’ in your pussy.”

“fuck, ethan, cum inside me, please,” you beg, one hand coming up to wrap behind his neck, “but look at me. i want you to look at me when you empty your balls in my pussy.”

“ahh! fuuuuuck, it’s all there,” he whines, trying not to close his eyes in bliss as he looks at you as he cums, “it’s”, thrust, “all,” thrust, “here,” thrust, a particularly strong one that makes you squeal, “deep in your pussy.”

he collapses on top of you, kissing you as he grinds his hips, making sure all his cum doesn’t flow out of your cunt. but it’s the first load of the day, and he almost always cums a lot during the mornings.

“i’m sorry i came so early,” ethan says, planting a kiss on your cheek, “in exchange you can do whatever you want with me tonight.”

“whatever i want?” you raise your eyebrows.

ethan nods, “i promise.”

“good,” you pat his cheeks, opening up your arms in an embrace and ethan rests his head in between your breasts, “maybe i can finally use that fleshlight on you, that you’ve been hiding from me.”

silence, then…

“how did you know about that?”

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ethan gets so needy even when he’s half asleep, rutting into your ass even though he’s unconscious. you wake up groggily to the feel of his rock hard cock on your ass, his hips moving on their own. his breaths are labored, but when he doesn’t do anything when you elbow him softly, you try to nudge him again.

“ethan…”

he ruts into you harder, “hmmph…fuck— fuck…”

you elbow him again, and this time, he finally wakes up. you can tell from the hurried way his hands pull down on your underwear, all the while moving his hips and groaning under his breath.

“wh—what got you so hard in the middle of the night?” you ask, gasping as he takes two of his fingers and swipes them on your cunt, checking to see if you are wet. ethan groans at the feel of your wetness practically dripping down his fingers, and he takes one hand to line his cock into your pussy.

“dreamt about you,” he murmurs sleepily panting against your temple, “dreamt of emptying my balls in your pussy.”

“shit, etha—” you cant stop the sinful moan when ethan slides home into your cunt, all the way in until he’s balls deep.

“s’good,” he groans, “got me wanting to cum inside you even while im sleeping.”

he doesn’t fuck you, but he grinds against you, his hips not leaving your ass for a second.

“that’s s’good,” he repeats, “i’ll stay in here till i fall asleep and cum inside you…then i’ll pound you tomorrow morning.”

“shit, ethan,” you groan as his cock grinds inside you, his hands moving to cup your tits.

“f…fuck…fuck,” his hips grind faster now, his groans deeper, and he squeezes your tits harder, “here’s one already…shit…take all of it baby…all my c-cum!”

you both moan as ethan cums inside you with a loud cry, all the while thrusting inside you to overstimulate himself, cursing under his breath.

“let’s go back t’sleep baby,” he whispers into your ear, “i bet i’ll get hard in my sleep and cum inside you again while we’re both sleepin’.”

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that perv ethan fic is so disturbing why does he talk like a literal child there’s many ways to write smut but this was so weird

that was the goal 🤷‍♀️

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imagine catching perv!ethan jerking his cock off to you. maybe you’re a friend next door that he’s always admired, and he just couldn’t help it :( when you ask him what he’s doing, he whines, and rests his head in between your tits when you swat his hand away from his leaking cock.

“i asked you what you were doing, hm?”

“i don’t…i don’t know momma,” he breathes in between your tits, his warm breath making you shudder as he rubs his face in your chest. you watch his cock, flushed pink and almost red at the tip, dripping sloppily with pre-cum, bobbing against your stomach. it jerks when you teasingly run your fingers on its head, and more streams of precum comes out, “a-ah! m-mommy…momma please,” ethan has tears flowing down his cheeks as he looks up at you with lust filled eyes. he barely looks like the ethan you know, “please…it’s h-hurts, so bad…”

“this hurts?”

you wrap one hand around ethan’s cock, smiling when he whimpers and bucks into your hand involuntarily. his cock twitches in your hold.

“y…yes…yes momma, it hurts, it huuuuurts,” ethan sounds out of it now, mindlessly humping into your hand.

“i know how to make you feel better,” you tell him, watching as his dreary eyes look up at you. “you trust me, right?”

he says nothing, just nods as you let go of his leaking cock (it bobs in the air, almost hitting his stomach) and turn around to drop your skirt and panties off.

“f…fuck!” ethan groans behind you at the sight of your bare ass in front of him. he’s seen it many times when he was watching you from his room like the pervert that he is, but not this close. your ass looks so good.

you spread your cheeks, grinning in excitement when ethan moans at the sight of your wet cunt. “w-wet…” he murmurs, absent mindedly dipping a finger to your folds.

you bite your lip in anticipation, before looking back at him. “put it in ethan. your peepee, your cock… put it inside.”

“inside?” ethan looks confused, “inside you…” he takes his cock and positions it behind you. but he doesn’t know how to slide it in.

spreading your ass further, you clench your hole for him to see, “inside the hole ethan… you put your cock in and it’ll feel better. it won’t hurt anymore, i promise.”

ethan nods behind you, notching his cock into your cunt. as the fat head of his cock breaches your pussy, he exhales shakily at the feel.

“t-tight…it’s so tight momma,” he breathes into your neck, “tight n wet…”

“shh, i know baby boy,” you tell him, as you take a breath and slide all the way down to the base of his cock.

“momma!” ethan exclaims in shock, sobbing as he finds himself buried deep in your cunt. his arms fly to wrap around your waist, moaning loudly. “it’s coming out! the white pee is coming out!!”

it’s all the warning you get as ethan humps your ass, moaning, crying, as he empties his cum into your pussy. “mommy…there’s a lot…i put it all inside you…” he groans into your neck, as you moan at the sensation of his cum painting your walls.

“fuck, that feels so good baby boy,” you coo at him, bringing him closer to plant a kiss on his swollen lips, “you gave mommy lots of cum, good job ethan.”

he preens at that, still mindlessly thrusting into your pussy, “momma… i have more…”

“good baby,” you smile at him, “give me more of your cum…”

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“i’m a man now”

ethan landry x fem!reader (reader in her 20s)

warnings: age gap (ethan is 18, reader is in her 20s), power dynamics, mommy kink, no sex

a/n: based on this tiktok that awakened something in me

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ethan usually hangs out at your place now, ever since you moved out he would just invite himself over. he even has some clothes there, and his parents trust you so much that they would even let you know that he’s coming over. so when you get home to find quinn, tara, chad, and mindy there on ethan’s birthday, along boxes of pizza and several cans of beer, you’re not too surprised. of course he was gonna celebrate it here, and you have to apologize to him too because the game console you ordered for him isn’t arriving today.

sam is hurriedly pulling them out now, turning to you with an exasperated smile. “hey y/n,” she greets, “just taking these kids home.”

“drive safe!” you wave at them as you lock the door behind you, now thinking about how you’re sure you’re gonna take care of your own drunk little ethan. you find him seated on the couch, his temple resting on his fist as he leans on the side of it, watching you.

“had a fun party?” you ask, plopping down next to him.

he doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. he leans closer, and you know that he’ll start to get all cuddly, like he always is whenever he’s drunk.

but before you can process it, you feel his lips on yours. they’re soft and inexperienced, but when you don’t move, ethan moves closer and kisses you more, now getting your lips to open against him. you hear him groan, feeling your lips wet from his saliva.

“ethan,” you pull away from him, still in shock. this boy just…kissed you. the same one you babysat all those years ago. if you remember even further back, you also remember playing with him before you hit your teenage years.

he smiles at you dreamily, licking his lips, “i’ve wanted to do that since i was 13.” he gaze moves to your lips, and before he can dive back in, you stand up.

“no,” you tell him, “you’re drunk. get some rest and we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

strong hands grab your waist, making you stand between his thighs. the look ethan gives you is almost sinful…lustful. he’s so tall and even in this position, with you standing in front of him, he only needs to tilt his head back a little. “i didn’t drink anything,” he whispers. hot, heavy breaths making your nipples pebbles underneath your shirt. his hands now fly to your tits, groping them.

“fuck,” you close your eyes, trying not to moan as his thumbs graze your nipples.

“fuck,” ethan inhales, pupils dilated that his eyes almost look completely black, before he stands up and grabs you into a kiss.

your surprised gasp gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.

ethan moans when his tongue touches yours, flicking around your mouth desperately. he ruts his hardened cock against your stomach, and you moan at the feel of his jeans and his bulge against you. knowing that he’s so tall his cock is grinding against your tummy.

he slips his hands under your shirt, moaning into your mouth when he feels your tits. he breaks away from you.

“i wanna suck on your tits, momma,” ethan whispers, “will you let me suck on your titties?”

your hand cups his bulge, and he whimpers into your mouth.

“let’s go to the bedroom,” you tell him, “and you can suck on my tits all your like.”

his cock twitches against your hand and he pulls you towards the bedroom.

—

ik im gonna get flamed for this hence why i used this account i havent opened in forever lol

[batfamtv]

“i’m a man now”

ethan landry x fem!reader (reader in her 20s)

warnings: age gap (ethan is 18, reader is in her 20s), power dynamics, mommy kink, no sex

a/n: based on this tiktok that awakened something in me

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ethan usually hangs out at your place now, ever since you moved out he would just invite himself over. he even has some clothes there, and his parents trust you so much that they would even let you know that he’s coming over. so when you get home to find quinn, tara, chad, and mindy there on ethan’s birthday, along boxes of pizza and several cans of beer, you’re not too surprised. of course he was gonna celebrate it here, and you have to apologize to him too because the game console you ordered for him isn’t arriving today.

sam is hurriedly pulling them out now, turning to you with an exasperated smile. “hey y/n,” she greets, “just taking these kids home.”

“drive safe!” you wave at them as you lock the door behind you, now thinking about how you’re sure you’re gonna take care of your own drunk little ethan. you find him seated on the couch, his temple resting on his fist as he leans on the side of it, watching you.

“had a fun party?” you ask, plopping down next to him.

he doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. he leans closer, and you know that he’ll start to get all cuddly, like he always is whenever he’s drunk.

but before you can process it, you feel his lips on yours. they’re soft and inexperienced, but when you don’t move, ethan moves closer and kisses you more, now getting your lips to open against him. you hear him groan, feeling your lips wet from his saliva.

“ethan,” you pull away from him, still in shock. this boy just…kissed you. the same one you babysat all those years ago. if you remember even further back, you also remember playing with him before you hit your teenage years.

he smiles at you dreamily, licking his lips, “i’ve wanted to do that since i was 13.” he gaze moves to your lips, and before he can dive back in, you stand up.

“no,” you tell him, “you’re drunk. get some rest and we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

strong hands grab your waist, making you stand between his thighs. the look ethan gives you is almost sinful…lustful. he’s so tall and even in this position, with you standing in front of him, he only needs to tilt his head back a little. “i didn’t drink anything,” he whispers. hot, heavy breaths making your nipples pebbles underneath your shirt. his hands now fly to your tits, groping them.

“fuck,” you close your eyes, trying not to moan as his thumbs graze your nipples.

“fuck,” ethan inhales, pupils dilated that his eyes almost look completely black, before he stands up and grabs you into a kiss.

your surprised gasp gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.

ethan moans when his tongue touches yours, flicking around your mouth desperately. he ruts his hardened cock against your stomach, and you moan at the feel of his jeans and his bulge against you. knowing that he’s so tall his cock is grinding against your tummy.

he slips his hands under your shirt, moaning into your mouth when he feels your tits. he breaks away from you.

“i wanna suck on your tits, momma,” ethan whispers, “will you let me suck on your titties?”

your hand cups his bulge, and he whimpers into your mouth.

“let’s go to the bedroom,” you tell him, “and you can suck on my tits all your like.”

his cock twitches against your hand and he pulls you towards the bedroom.

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ik im gonna get flamed for this hence why i used this account i havent opened in forever lol

[batfamtv]

I neeeeeeed a part 2 for Something More like right now. it's so good

aahhh i want to write more of OP!reader (henceforth I will refer to f!reader as creator god!reader), and I might write some more!! thank you so much for your kind words! :)

[batfamtv]

all the butterflies (moon knight)

the goldfish problem — steven grant learns that he may be a superhero, but may also share a body with a ruthless mercenary. he tries to remember to never forget you, but you can never remember what you never forgot.

steven grant x f!reader x marc spector

notes: moon knight spoilers; creator god!reader (reader is mary-sue and OP)

Steven’s noticed you. Again.

Why couldn’t he? He didn’t want to seem like a creep, watching you from behind the gift shop counter. 

You’ve been to the British Museum for three consecutive days now, he thinks. Wandering aimlessly around the museum, right in front of the new Ennead display, where Steven just oh-so-coincidentally can watch you. You would just walk around, eyeing the exhibits, around and around for what seems like forever, and then you would glide almost serendipitously towards the gift shop. You bought a keychain the first day, and a fridge magnet the second day. Steven wonders why you’re here, maybe you’re also very interested in ancient Egypt? You never know.

He blinks, almost in surprise, as you stand before him (almost like clockwork now) for the third day. You smile, pushing two mugs (the Rosetta stone and the Book of the Dead) gently across the counter. “Hi,” you say to him and Steven is sure that he is red from the neck up. Your smile looks so nice, so gentle and warm, and he almost forgets to answer you.

“Hello,” he chirps, carefully taking the mugs. When your hands graze, he swears he feels something–an electric shock, no matter how cliche that sounds.

You seem pleased by his meek answer, your smile growing wide. Steven tries to stop his hands from shaking and his brain from getting fried because oh wow, she smells really good and i don’t want to be creepy it’s just she’s really close and her smile is really warm and–

“How’s your day, Steven?”

He almost balks at this, his neurons firing rapidly as he tries to process that you know his name, and how exactly do you know–

You glance at his nametag politely, and Steven flushes even more. He manages a “Just fine, you?” but it comes out squeaky. You don’t pay it any mind though, Steven isn’t even sure you heard it, because you just answer him like his voice didn’t just crack under the pressure of this interaction.

“I’m great,” you answer, grinning now, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Y/N. He says it in his head like a mantra, telling himself to compartmentalize your name in whatever part of his brain that’s working and working well, because he does not want to forget you. He’s much too focused on you, and how your hands are warm and soft as they brush against his, that he ignores the small thought in his brain: you can’t remember what you never forgot.

“It’s nice to meet you, Steven,” you tell him with a small wave (which he absent-mindedly returns), “I’ll see you soon.”

It sounds like a promise.

-

So strange, Marc thinks. It’s so strange for you to appear at his doorstep (or rather, Steven’s doorstep), as though you heard him calling out for you. You smile at him as you walk past the door he is holding open. Marc closes the door and returns to the huge water tank. You stand beside him, eyeing the tank quietly.

“Steven’s going to be upset,” you murmur. Marc says nothing, just nods as he watches you take one-finned Gus out of the tank as gently as you can. “I’ll bury him,” you say, and Marc nods, now knowing what he should do.

“Alright. I’ll buy a new goldfish.”

“It’ll be hard to find another one-finned goldfish like Gus, though.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t notice.”

“I’m sure the little worm will notice, given how he’s starting to interfere with us more frequently now,” another voice adds.

Marc knows you can’t see Khonshu, only his avatar can, but he also swears that he heard you say, “Shut up, Khonshu” under your breath.

-

Marc is asleep. Finally, he deserves to rest. You run your hand on his hair before placing it on his cheek. It feels warm to the touch. Marc seems to nuzzle close to your hand, despite doing it unconsciously. He sighs in contentment as he burrows his cheek comfortably onto your palm, one of his hands reaching to wrap your palm against his. He sighs contentedly, his breaths now even. You don’t move, almost content to just sit there and watch him sleep. Despite the seemingly peaceful situation, you know that Marc is about to be awakened, so any minute or second that he is beside you, asleep and comfortable, is warranted and welcomed.

“We need to go to the Alps.”

The voice of the towering God of the Night is soft despite his huge and menacing posture. When you turn to look up at him, he almost looks away, as if in penance for disturbing you.

“Marc is not very well,” you tell him, “Steven will come out more frequently than ever now.”

When Khonshu says nothing, you continue. “If you go to the Alps, you will have to deal with the others too. Marc, Steven, J–” you close your mouth, turning to smile at Marc when you hear his soft snores. Almost like the purring of a kitten.

Khonshu grumbles under his breath, “You are not supposed to interfere.”

“I am not interfering,” you snap at him, and Khonshu almost quickly cowers, as though he will be struck down by the skies, “I am just telling you that it’s not just you and Marc anymore.”

He nods pensively, watching his avatar nestling beside you. “Marc will take the scarab, we will not let them bring back Ammit.”

You say nothing, and Khonshu moves closer, now trying to nudge Marc (but still out of your arms’ reach, just a precaution, he says to himself). “Are you sure you’re not the avatar of Ra?”

You share looks with the Egyptian god before you both laugh, the grim atmosphere before you (and most importantly, Marc’s and Steven’s) dissipating temporarily. Khonshu is relieved that you didn’t take his jest seriously.

Everyone knows Ra is nothing compared to you.

-

You pretend to be engrossed with the sarcophagus before you, ignoring the stares and glares of Arthur Harrow and his people. They are waiting for Steven, of course, wanting to take the scarab from him, and they cannot exactly intimidate him with one spectator just roaming around the museum. Whether you are really fascinated with the ancient Egyptian artefacts that the British stole, or you are casing the joint, Arthur wants you out of the museum. If, by some coincidence, Ammit sees that you do indeed plan to steal the stolen antiquities, then all the better.

“Excuse me, my dear,” Arthur calls out to you with a smile, “We are here to make the Earth as much like Heaven as possible,” he watches your expression, stealing a quick look at the lack of a tattooed scale on your forearm. He is now certain that you have come here with bad intentions, and Ammit will only be more than pleased to rid the Earth of more evil, one person at a time. “Would you offer your soul for judgment?”

He asks but did not give you the chance to even open your mouth as he takes your hands cupping them and places the head of the cane on your palms. He holds your hands in his as the cane swings to and fro. Arthur is getting greedy now, wanting to see how you fare against Ammit’s justice. “I judge you in Ammit’s name with but a fraction of her power,” he knows that his smile is malicious, almost expectant, waiting for the scales to tip out of balance and for your life to be tipped over the edge as well.

Wordlessly, you look up at his face. There was no expression on your face, he notes, not confusion, not panic. Your voice is small, but he hears it reverberating against his ribcage.

“Ammit’s powers mean nothing to me.”

Arthur lets you go with a shout as the scales on his forearm sear his skin bright red and angry. One of his followers approaches him, informing him that Steven Grant has arrived, and to inquire if he is well. He turns to confront you, but you are nowhere to be found. The searing of his forearm begins to mellow, and Harrow is uncertain whether you were the one judged, or he.

-

“How are you going to explain this to the museum?”

The question is aimed at both Marc and Khonshu, the former now donned in his ceremonial suit. The loo is a mess, pipes busted and mirrors shattered.

Marc shrugs, that is the least of his worries.

“Steven is going to lose his job for his, Marc,” you tell him. He walks past you so you turn your gaze to Khonshu.

“We were saving his life,” Khonshu justifies with a shrug.

“I was saving our lives,” Marc parrots, taking his suit off.

“Alright,” you nod, sighing, “Go home and rest. You’ll need it.”

-

Selim is one of the other avatars, Osiris’, and is somehow now used to seeing you pop in and out of his life. He never questioned it, not when Osiris seems to enjoy your company.

“Khonshu and Ammit are about to wage war,” you announce to him.

“Osiris does not want to talk to you,” Selim replies, hearing Osiris’ “Bah! Khonshu and Ammit! Ammit is imprisoned!” in his head.

“I don’t need to talk to him,” you say calmly, shifting your eyes to look at Osiris’ towering form. Of course, Selim does not know that you can see his god, so as long as you do not pester him by asking for messages to be delivered, there is no reason to send you away. Although, Selim doesn’t think Osiris wants to (or can?) send you away, as the God of the Dead speaks about you almost in reverence.

“Be careful, Osiris,” you tell him in his language. Nodding to Selim, you smile, “You too, Selim,” and walk away into the night.

Tomorrow, Steven will undoubtedly be fired from his job. It will be easier if you are already there in the museum.

-

A/N: formatting is so hard ;_; i kinda want to continue this (maybe chapter by chapter or maybe a whole ass fanfic on like ao3 or smth? but only if y'alls like it! <3 )

i also want to explore more of this creator god!reader au in the mcu!