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[webbluvrsugar]

when you found out Ethan Landry was infact ghostface, he shut you up quickly

cw: dubcon, dark(-ish) themes, chocking, pet-names (sweets), no use of y/n.

You made it clear you were upset at him by the way you looked at him when he walked into your dorm room, you took a few steps back when he approached you with a smile, noticing the tension between you two as you pushed him off once he tried to hug you. He expected you to be mad about something simple, maybe something he said, but he was certainly not expecting you to pull the bloody mask you found on his closet and toss it on the floor. You saw how his eyes widened and how he froze, how he tried to give you some lame excuse you didn’t fall for, and when you yelled at him and didn’t stop, he panicked, because truthfully, after his brother died, you were the only thing he valued and had, you were the only thing he didn’t want to lose, so he lunged at you and grabbed you by the throat, telling you to “shut up!” with every bit of insanity he usually hid from you. “Shut up!” his grip only got tighter and you tried to push him away and told him he was sick, that you were leaving and calling the cops, and that he was a monster for killing your friends, but the only thing he did was push you on your bed against your best efforts as he shut you up with a kiss no matter how much you fought back to escape his lips.

He was ramming into you relentlessly, desperately trying to make you forget what you saw by fucking your real good - maybe if you got a good lay, you would still want to stay with him -, so he put his whole body into it, tightened his grip round your throat and leaned down to whisper in your ear, pushing you further down and you squirmed underneath him, “you’re not leaving me, you hear me?” his breath was hot on your neck, his thrusts into you unforgiving, the wet noises of your pussy filling up the room as your walls tightened against his cock. “You think I’d be dumb enough,” his words were accentuated with a thrust. “To let you,” thrust. “Leave me?” thrust, thrust, thrust. “Not after what you saw.”

His hand went down your body to thumb at your clit, down your clothed stomach because the only thing he did was lift up your skirt, quick and careless movements as he showed himself in need of making you come, to try and ease the truth of him being a serial killer, because that’s what he was, a sick man who was taking pleasure in seeing you like this, crying and losing whatever power you had underneath him.

“No, you’re staying here, sweets,” you should be kicking him off, should be calling him out for how deprevaded and disgusting he was for doing something like this, but if he was that sick, then it only would make you sicker, because you were enjoying this just like he was - if not more than him. “Right.” thrust. “Where.” thrust. “You belong.”

[demaparbat-hp]

Blinking back tears, she turned her gaze to Zuko. He hadn’t moved an inch. “Did you plan this?” She asked with awe. His jaw dropped agape, and his mouth widened when he whispered in the same tone as her. “Katara…Look.”

It's a surprise, really—one that she'll remember for the rest of their lives.

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This is my first (and only!) entry for Zutara Week 2024, with the prompt Festive. A collab with the incredibly talented @geothewriter!

Somewhere In My Memory is a beautiful, wholesome ball of fluff. A truly soft and sweet fic I believe you will all enjoy. Go give it some love!

Read Somewhere In My Memory here!

[bemnie]

ATLA POLYWEB!!! OH YEA

[nastyaromatherapy]

"All yours" (18+)

You're left home alone with your stepbrother Ethan.

Tried to make a dark fic for (this) request (sorry if it isnt dark enough😭)

pairing - perv!StepBrother!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.7k+ word fic

warnings: dub con, stepcest, corruption kink, I lowkey have a voice kink so ethan talks A LOT, slightly innocent reader

Your mom always told you to cover up around your stepbrother, Ethan. But you always asked her, "why?" He was your brother after all.

So, when your mom and stepdad were out for dinner, and your stepsister was at a study session, you naturally broke the rules. The house was hot- and your parents didn't let you blast the air conditioning.

You walked through the living room where Ethan watched tv wearing spandex, and a thin white tee without a bra. Instantaneous boner for Ethan. He covered it up with a decorative pillow.

"Your mom okay with you wearing that?" He asks you as you wander into the kitchen for a soda. "What does it matter?" You respond. "Care to join me?" He asks, patting the seat next to him on the sofa. You turn to see the tv, it was a horror film. You shook your head profusely.

"Come on, don't be lame," he said, throwing his head back, exposing his adam's apple. "I'll buy you pizza," he bargains. "Fine," you say, plopping your ass onto the cushion. He immediately smirks and slaps the opened can out of your hand, making it spill on the floor.

"Ethan!" You yelled, annoyed. When you bent down to grab the can he slapped your ass hard, probably making a mark. You shoot your head back, "Stop being a perv."

He chuckled to himself as you cleaned the mess, now squatting to prevent further pestering.

You sat with him on the couch and he turned on the movie. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you give in to his warm, brotherly touch.

Suddenly on screen there's a jump scare and you jump, accidently rubbing your forearm on his erect cock, making him groan. "Fuck, I'm sorry," you apologized. "You keep doing that!" He says annoyed through gritted teeth.

"What?" You ask confused. "You keep touching me there, like you want me to get hard." You were utterly bewildered. What was he talking about? "Ethan what the fuck are you-" "just shut the fuck up. You're a slut. Admit it."

Truth is you haven't touched him once. Well besides the part with a jump scare. He needed an excuse for him being hard.

"I have nothing to admit," you say. He bites his cheek, looking at the ceiling with an astonished look. "You're really just gonna say that? Okay so if I felt in between your legs right now," he started as he got closer to your ear. "You wouldn't be wet?"

You weren't before, but his words sent shivers down your spine causing you to pool into your spandex. "I won't," you chuckled out, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Uhuh," he sounded, fingers reaching for your dampening crotch.

"Ethan c'mon," you whined. "Let's just watch the movie." He shook his head. "Not till we find out if you're a liar or no." You pulled away from his clutch, which made it easy for him to push you onto your back. You sat up with your elbows, and as you got up you felt a sense of heat in your core.

You look down to see Ethan's fingers, teasing the cloth that covered your pussy. You whimper at his touch and quickly close your legs. You notice his mouth corners start to curl up. He knew you were wet, could feel through your bottoms. But he pretended as if he didn't know.

"'Kay, whatever, let's just watch the damn movie." You got back up into his arms as the movie continued to play. It seems everything just went back to normal.

After awhile, however, Ethan started grazing his fingers on your clit through the fabric of your spandex. You shivered a little when reunited with his touch. He held back a chuckle when he saw your cute reaction, biting your lip to keep composure.

His motions were put together and circular, definitely not accidental. Your breathing grows heavier and your chest heaves. He gets a good look at your perky nipples poking out of your tight tee.

You involuntarily inch your legs wider, giving him more access to your parts. You whimper when he presses down harder against your clit, and grab onto him a little tighter. He groans at your grip.

You start to grind against his hand, humping it, desperately needing more friction. You weren't even thinking, just mindlessly fucking your brother's hand.

Your juices and cum start to seep through your spandex, leaving slimy, sticky residue on your crotch area. When Ethan feels it on his fingers, he removes his hand, making you whine. "Not a slut, huh? As if you didn't just take your stepbrother's hand without hesitation." You look at him, ashamed of yourself, ashamed you'd let him touch you in that way.

"Not gonna answer? That's okay, it's better for bitches to shut up." He grabs you by your waist and pulls you onto his lap. He guides you by your hips on his sweat pant covered boner. "Ethan," you moaned out. "We shouldn't." You said, sounding hesitant. "Oh but we've come so far," he said, reaching under your shirt to grope your breasts which made you gasp. "Be a shame to just stop now."

You felt disgusted at your self, but he was right. He was so hard, and you were so wet. Why stop now?

"I wonder how many men have had the pleasure of being inside you," he inquired as he shut his eyes, just imagining. "J-just my boyfriend," you stuttered out. His eyes shot open. "You've only ever had sex with your boyfriend of 3 months?" You nodded. "And I didn't like it."

He chuckled, bucking his hips into yours. "Oh you're gonna love it with me." You shook your head. "Ethan we really can't, you're my brothe-" he slammed his lips onto yours, forcing your plush ones to meet his chapped, grabbing your head from behind. You restrained at first but in the end you gave in. He was pretty damn good at it.

He pulled away and slipped your top off, being quick to take a breast into his mouth. He looked up at you with dark eyes as he sucked on its bud, making your heat throb. You moaned and continued to grind on his length, hornier than ever. He massaged the lonely one in his hand as he continued to feast on your tit, groaning into it. "Ethan," you moaned out, twisting fingers in his hair.

He pulled off of your puffy nipple, "Fuck, on your knees baby." You got on your knees in front of him and his sweats and boxers dropped to his ankles. His cock sprung out, resting on his lower abdomen. He takes hold of the lower shaft, guiding it towards your mouth. "Ever suck a cock, baby?" You shook your head a no. "It's easy. Just take as much as you can and don't use your teeth." His teaching was painfully vague, but you were desperate to taste him anyways you might've just been a natural.

You opened for him, letting his head slip in. "Fuck," he panted out. You took in about a fourth of his length, tasting every vein and every muscle. God was he tasty. You slowly got the hang of it, being able to take a little more of him. Ethan had his head thrown back in ecstasy, groaning and whining.

He looked at you, and it was a sight. Hair messy, eyes wide and teary with fluttering eyelashes, and of course your tits were hanging out in full view. He went to grip the back of your head, becoming in control of your movements, but he didn't go to deep.

"What do you think our parents would think, hm?" He asked. You just didn't want to think about it. "Plastered on the ground for me so prettily," he says smirking. "Sucking off her brother's cock? God. Fuck," he says breathily, pulling out of your mouth. Your saliva dripped off of his throbbing length.

"Bet they're so proud," he teases, laying out on the couch and putting you on top of him, pulling off your spandex in the process. He reaches down for his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He teases around the sticky area, rubbing his tip all over your folds. "So wet," he whispers to himself.

"Ethan, please," you cry out, pussy aching. "Yeah? Want your brother to fuck you senseless?" He asks and you respond with a pleading nod.

He slides himself in your tight cunt. "Jesus christ," he groans, holding you in place by the hips as he thrusts up into you. Your legs shake and you moan high pitched and pathetically. "So fucking tight. Guess your boyfriend hasn't been stretching you out, huh?" He asks through gritted teeth, closing his eyes whenever he lets out a groan. "Whenever he fucks you again, he's not gonna find any pleasure in it cause i'm gonna leave you so loose," he says, gloating at his size.

"No, no one after this, just you," you whine as tears well in your eyes. "That so, baby? That works, we just gotta sneak better around our parents now. I'm gonna be fucking this pussy every fucking date night." Your walls clench around him, only making him go harder.

He lets go of you and you fall on top of him and whimper. "Fuck yourself on me baby, c'mon." You start riding him impatiently, needing desperately a release. He reaches for your jaw to pull you down into a hard kiss, teeth colliding. "Riding me so good- shit, yeah?" He says into the kiss. You moan into his mouth whenever your clit comes in contact with his groin, only adding more friction.

"You're mine now, yeah? Mine to use whenever I please?" He asks. "Mhm! Yes Ethan oh my god i'm yours," you scream out before you cum over his cock. A trickle of your warm cum coats his cock as you stop your movements in recovery. He gets a hold of your waist once more and thrusts a couple more times, just to get himself over the edge. With a final thrust he buries himself inside, thick cum painting your inner walls. The two of you lay together, huffing, covered in sweat. "All yours, Ethan." You whisper.

[mujinzzzzz]

UM NO WAIT HOLD ON

okay so patch 6 is now live and I was reading through what it changes and whatnot and i see THIS???? HELLO?2!;_(28&)3-"(28_

larian is tempting me fr

[ethansluvbot]

RANDOM TEXTS | J. CHAMPION

warnings: none!

an: this is super short because i’m on vacation!!!

JACK: look at the cat i found!! can we please, please, please get her?

*one image attached*

Y/N: jack i’m crying, we need her.

JACK: missing you rn :(

Y/N: you left five minutes ago jack.

JACK: i’m coming back :)

Y/N: hello to the best boyfriend ever, how do you feel about bringing me chipotle 🤗

JACK: we just had it yesterday?

Y/N: GET ME CHIPOTLE JACK.

JACK: do you still love me? :((

*8 missed calls from jack*

Y/N: it’s 3am go to sleep.

JACK: not without you 🤗

JACK: *one image attached*

Y/N: looking cute ;)

JACK: not as cute as you…

JACK: just fought of some boys on your insta

Y/N: omg they’re teenage boys jack

Y/N: i miss you, your eyes and your big ass forehead 🥹

JACK: i have a big forehead…?

JACK: your mom said i can come over!!!!

Y/N: i don’t even live with her…

Y/N: *one image attached* reminded me of you☺️

JACK: why am i crying

JACK: i woke up and you were gone.

Y/N: i’m showering stupid

JACK: COMING!!!

Y/N: *request 100 dollars*

JACK: who do you think i am?

[virtualmuscles]

25 inches !

[sage-green-matcha]

HANDS ON YOUR KNEES - ETHAN LANDRY 📸

“Let me put my hands on your knees, I’m Angelina Jolie”

MINORS DNI

Ethan gives the reader her first orgasm when he's literally a virgin. She's been with a couple other dudes but they’ve never made her finish :(

Content includes: SMUT, P in V sex, orgasm, Virgin! Ethan, blowjob!!

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"Is this okay?" You looked up at Ethan, having pulled away from his now hickey-covered neck. "Yea...yes" his breath became unstable as your hands messed with the buckle of his belt, pulling it off in one simple motion. He watched as you pulled it off so easily, his eyebrows slightly furrows.

Your hands ran back up his torso, scratching and running your hands along his light-toned abs. You always saw Ethan as tall and lanky, but with the way his polo shirts squeezed his biceps, you should've known better.

You stuck your hand in his boxers, gently pulling his hard length into your hand. You adjusted yourself on his thigh, your lips back on his neck as you rubbed his tip with your thumb.

The stickiness of his precum made him shudder. His head pushed back against the car seat with a groan as you continued to kiss him. You spit in your hand, wrapping it around his warm cock. You looked down at the sight with lust in your eyes. Your ears taking in all the small whimpers he was trying oh so hard to hold back. But you liked it...No, you loved it. "Holy shit"  he bit down on his lip as your hand started to pump.

"You're doing so good already" You smiled into his neck, squeezing him tighter as you stroked. You could feel his breath on your face. After a couple seconds of the painful teasing, you lifted yourself off Ethan's thigh, sitting down on the ground next to him.

Your lips wrapped perfectly around his dick, it was like he was made just for you. He never took his eyes off you, his hands shooing off any hair in your face that dared to take away from the view. You felt heat grow in your belly, one of your hands now down your skirt.

You could take all of him down your throat. You wanted him to be harsh but you knew he wouldn't do that. He's not the Ethan you had made up in your head. The one that would fuck you senselessly, fucking your throat as cum and spit almost made you choke to death.

You pulled down your tank top with your free hand,  your nipples hitting the cold air. Whimpers escaped Ethan's mouth as you continued to suck, tasting all of him and feeling every perfect vein on his cock. "Y/n...please" he felt so dirty begging, but he couldn't care less. The scenario he had carefully built up in his dreams was becoming a reality.

He would practice just for you. Making sure he could last long enough. He'd always edge himself, not allowing himself to cum to build up a tolerance. He was a complete virgin, not even a first kiss. You opened up that door for him, and he was more than thankful.

You'd given more blowjobs than you'd like to admit, over time you just learned what men liked. Although they never learned what you liked. No man had ever made you finish before. Sure you had experienced a mediocre, half orgasm but you didn't know what it actually felt like. You weren't expecting much from Ethan, if it did go any further then just giving him head.

You bobbed your head up and down, the sounds of wet skin and swallowing filling the car. He finally gathered enough courage to pull your hair up, thrusting himself into your throat. You let out a gasping moan, your hand between your legs speeding up, rubbing your clit with the juices you had collected from Ethan's cock.

"I'm..I'm gonna" he couldn't talk as you swallowed him down, your hand on his knee for leverage. You pulled away for air, your lips now focusing on his sensitive tip. You took your hand out of your pants, clit begging for pleasure but right now you could only focus on Ethan's. You squeezed his base tight, pumping up with harsh, fast movements. His cock twitched and he cursed under his breath. Feeling that tight feeling in his belly snap.

Your tongue was already waiting for him, licking the mess he made off his thigh. You could help but pull him down to you, sharing a harsh kiss with his cum still on your tongue. Cum and spit mixed between your two mouths, swallowing hard with your hand still on his sensitive dick. "How....how are you so good at that?" He looked at you, lost and confused.

You just shrugged, straddling his hips as your hands ran through his soft curly hair. “You lasted longer than I’d thought” “You have low expectations” you pulled him back into a kiss with a smile. His hands were placed on your waist, his finger gently running across your skin.

You looked down at the space between you. Pushing yourself further down onto him, your covered pussy made contact with his dick, your wetness seeping through the fabric. You moved aside your panties, taking his length in your hand and running it through your folds.

Your head collapsed onto his chest, the feeling of his sensitive tip on your clit making you melt. Heavy breaths came from the both of you, pleading until you finally slipped him inside of you. He let out a hiss, your warm walls around his dick were a feeling he’d never thought he’d experience.

He filled you up, all the way up. You weren’t even moving yet but you could feel his thick cock stretching out your walls, his tip almost hitting your G spot. Holding onto his shoulder you slowly started to bounce, his breath hitched, arms moving up along with your waist.

Ethan felt like he was gonna pass out from the pleasure, your walls squeezed his cock so tightly. His head was rested back, eager to take off your top. He had no difficulty taking it off, no bra to create another barrier. His hands couldn’t stay put, the mix of you bouncing on his dick with his hands all over your chest made him wanna bust instantly.

He sloppily kissed your neck, pulling out a groan or whimper out of him from time to time. His fingers rubbed over your nipples, thrusting his hips higher so your tits were right in front of him. You let out a moan, feeling him all the way inside of you.

He wrapped his pink lips around your tit, feeling you harden in his warm mouth. He looked up at you with shiny eyes, all the admiration he had for you had tripled. You started to push harder, wanting every inch of him inside you. You wanted him to split you open, you craved more and more of him even if it hurt. “So..so good” your voice sounded whiny, music to Ethan’s ears.

His legs started to shake, your breaths no longer matched as he was closer to finishing. “Are…are you close?” You could feel the tight knot in your stomach, so close to just snapping. “Yea…” This time maybe you wouldn’t be able to finish like you’d thought, your legs getting tired from moving for so long.

“Tired?” “Mhm,” he slipped his arm around your waist, laying you down as he hovered on top of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer into you so the rest of his length fit inside you again.

He rolled his hips forward, pushing you down with his hands on your hips. He was doing everything just right, maybe even perfectly. His thrust caught up to the pace you had set before, your legs started to shake as you felt yourself fall closer to the edge. Ethan was barely managing, trying his hardest not to cum inside of you.

Your breathing got heavier, eyes closed tightly as his pace quickened. Your legs shook and you bit your lip, feeling yourself finally release. Cum covered the base of Ethan’s dick. Satisfied he pulled out, cum shooting onto your pussy and stomach. You could feel the hot liquid oozing off of you, not caring as you gained back your composure.

The car was filled with heavy breaths, windows cloudy as the smell of sex filled the small space. “How’d you do that?” He looked at you confused, fixing up his zipper and putting his belt back on. “Do what?” You couldn’t believe he was a virgin, his tolerance was too high, and he actually made you finish. He threw his shirt at you, placing it over your naked body as you still stared in confusion.

“You’re not actually a Virgin? Are you?” “Why would I lie?” “Cause you’re good, like really good” he just laughed it off, scooping you onto his lap. “Did I do a good job?” Your hands ran through his hair, looking back at him with pouty lips. “More than good, baby”

[blondegeekerella]

i can’t explain it, but something about soren consistently calling ezran “king ezran” gives me the same feeling as uncle iroh calling zuko “prince zuko” to remind him who he is

[nattikay]

baby sister!!

[fclk-lores]

me and ethan pt 2 <;33

[webbluvrsugar]

as much as i LOVE subby soft ethan i have to remind myself that that man is a deranged psycho killer and he would 100% be rough during sex at times. maybe he’s tense about the plan to get rid of sam and tara, maybe he’s angry at his dad, who knows! hair pulling, spanking, deep thrusts, you name it 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

a/n: I TOTALLY GET YOU!! Especially because I’m a fan of dominant men myself!! When he offended Tara I was like: :o

Ethan’s usually pretty calm, but when he’s angry… poor pussy will need help after it.

You don’t know what happened exactly for him to be this angry, you just know he mentioned something about a stupid comment chad made — which was a lame excuse because really, he just failed on blowing Sam’s brains off and the first thing that came up to his mind when he got clean of all the blood was you — but you didn’t question it, you never do, that’s why likes you, you believe everything he says, and he’s normally gentle and sweet during sex, but today especially, he’s just not feeling it.

He’s got your ass up and your face down and slammed into the sheets, completely muffling your face and voice because right now, wether you like it or not, your just a toy, something to get his stress off, and you can tell he really needs to blow off that steam by the way he’s gripping your hair, grunting and ramming into you intensely, rambling about something you can’t hear because you’re too focused drooling on the sheets, rolling your eyes back.

“And — And he’s so annoying, he always thinks everyone loves him, that he’s the best,” he mutters, one hand going down to caress your ass before he delivers a spank on it. “Well he’s not.” He groans, pushes you into the bed as he thrusts deep.

“Shit, you’re tight.” He notes, a smirk on your face that you can’t see but can hear, your hands gripping onto the headboard.

“You like this.” He rams into you harder, the slapping sound of skin and your continuous moans are the only things that can be heard in the room asides from his voice.

“Didn’t know you’re a little slut too.” Too? You have no idea who he’s talking about, but you don’t care, you just squirm away as you feel yourself closer and closer, he pulls you back by your hips, angrier.

“No — no, you’re gonna stay right there.” It’s a command, followed by grunt that escapes the back of his throat. “And be the little perfect bitch you are.”

You should be offended by his words, but it only gets you wetter as he pulls you up and flush against his chest to get you closer to him — how considerate — , your eyes shoot open, your back arches and moan his name.

“Just.” Thrust “Like.” Thrust. “That.”

taglist: @babygorewhore

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey um, what if the Overblot boys told each other their backstories?

Mmm… Well firstly, I think it would take a lot of effort to arrive at a point where all of the OB boys would even feel comfortable being that emotionally intimate with the others. Many of the OB boys are highly guarded and resistant to putting themselves in compromising positions. For example, I can easily see Azul being paranoid that the others would use his background as blackmail; he would not risk having his own vulnerabilities becoming public knowledge. Would Leona really be okay with being sentimental in front of various people he dislikes, especially Malleus and Vil? Would Idia feel safe unpacking his trauma and grief in front of his peers? Etc, etc, etc.

Secondly, I think that even if the OB boys were hypothetically at the point where they were okay sharing their backstories with the others, it wouldn’t change much about their immediate circumstances?? The OB boys generally don’t strike me as particularly… empathetic? At least not automatically empathetic. It’s something they would need to put effort into and actively work on. I imagine that they’d otherwise just pull a Zuko-style “That’s rough, buddy” or potentially even say something tactless that rubs their peers the wrong way (for example, not fully understanding the situation or even downplaying one another’s trauma). Riddle (someone with very little to no experience with social media and entertainment mediums) might not get how being a celebrity influences Vil’s life, Leona might insult Malleus (someone whom he has a bone to pick with), everyone might still be upset with Malleus for what he did to them in book 7. etc. Each OB boy only has their own experiences as the lens through which they see and interact with the world, and it’s not that easy for just anyone to put themselves in the shoes of another person.

Hearing a (for lack of a better term) traumadump doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll connect with it or understand just how grueling it was for the person who experienced said trauma. It would usually take a significant amount of time and reflection (ideally facilitated by a licensed mediator or professional) to digest those stories in group therapy and to make sure that everyone actually understands one another. A surface-level story retelling alone in most cases isn’t (again, for lack of a better term) “enough”, especially with how self-centered, emotionally immature, and different many of the OB boys are.

Think of empathy like a skill or a muscle. It isn’t innate. You need to develop it and train it, and not putting it to use can lead to atrophy. And given how arrogant and independent your usual NRC student is… yeah, it’s definitely going to be something for them all to work on.

If you want to think of it another way, it’s like how different players will react differently to reading the OB boys’s backstories. Someone who experienced bullying similar to Azul could more easily empathize with him while also not fully “getting” the full scope of other stories they hear. Maybe they can’t understand why Riddle still cares about the mother who mistreated him. Maybe they don’t see why Jamil sacrifices so much for his family. It doesn’t make the player a bad person for not understanding all the stories, it simply means they have a limited perspective. The same is true of the TWST characters; they, too, have incomplete perspectives and rely predominantly on their own points of views to make sense of the world.

Maybe knowing their backstories in advance would change some scenes in small ways (such as book 6, when they split up and then butt heads with each other). They’d know where the other boys were coming from, and how that informs how they act in present day. However, I maintain that I think not much would change from the original. In a stressful situation like book 6, they could easily slip up and say something insensitive/make assumptions about their behavior based on their background/overlook or not even consider their background in the first place since they’re so focused on the current task. For example, Azul, feeling insulted that Riddle is underestimating him, could make a snide remark that just because his mother was a control freak doesn’t mean Riddle also has to be. Jamil could still see Leona as a spoiled prince because, despite being treated like an outcast, he still grew up in immense privilege as royalty. They can so easily fixate on their own interpretations of events that it colors how they perceive others, rather than how they can relate to others no matter how similar or dissimilar their experiences were.

In other ways, I think the OB boys sharing their backstories with one another stifles potentially meaningful development. Character growth in TWST isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon, and we’re here for the long haul. What does depositing all the backstories in their laps achieve for the OB boys? It artificially puts them in a situation to “better know” their peers rather than let it happen organically or allowing them to grow closer through their own efforts. Let’s look at the Deuce-Epel beach scene from book 5. Do you think it would have been as impactful of a scene if Epel explained his life in the countryside and how he got his traditional views on gender norms to Deuce? Personally, I don’t think so. The scene we currently have has them bonding and connecting through a shared activity (shouting at the sea), then having a heart-to-heart without a heavy backstory exposition. It’s through that, not explicit backstory sharing, that the two form an attachment and become genuine friends.

Those are all my thoughts!! ^^

[dragoninahumancostume]

I don't get how people can just talk about their interests?? Like you have actual thoughts about it and you're able to express them correctly?? Mines are just a high-pitched "AAAAAAAH" and "it's so awesome it's so awesome and this guy does this and the other does that and IT'S. SO. AWESOME."

[crowlion]

[ethansluvbot]

riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."