#ethan landry x afab reader

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𝓒𝓻𝓾𝔃𝓪 𝓮𝓵 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮 𝓪 𝓓𝓲𝓸𝓼 — 𝓔𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝔂

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glory hole. sexo sin protección, no lo recomiendo en la vida real. afab ! reader con uso de pronombres neutros. creampie. hay descripciones específicas del coño de reader.

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Esto era estúpido, era estúpido e inseguro, pero aun así, era incapaz de dar la vuelta y volver por donde vino, dar marcha atrás y regresar para gritarle a Chad por hacerlo venir a un lugar tan vergonzoso como este.

Pero algo en ese agujero en la pared lo tenía pegado a su lugar, las palabras escritas sobre este daban vuelta en un bucle en su mente y el vistazo al dulce coño tras ese agujero lo tenía hipnotizado.

"Usame para tu diversión". Dios, de solo pensar en introducir su miembro ahí y descubrir lo que esperaba lo tenía dando vueltas, pero luego estaba eso.

Los labios vaginales no eran como esos simétricos labios en los vídeos porno, no. Uno era más grande que otro, su tonalidad era un poco oscurecido, pero aun así, podía ver cuán excitadx se encontraba ellx dueñx de dicho coño y si tuviera una mejor vista, sabía que estaría chorreando por los muslos de la persona tras esa pared.

Ethan no sabía quién era, pero por la sonrisa de come mierda de Chad, era alguien a quien conocían, ¿pero quien? Podía descartar a todas las chicas en su grupo totalmente, menos a... Bueno, no eras una chica, sabía que no lo eras y aun así, no pudo evitar fantasear con que eras tú quien se encontraba expectante a que él hiciera su movimiento.

— Ethan, cariño, estoy aquí servidx para ti. Para que comas y tomes de mi...

Esa voz, sabía que la conocía, no quería hacerse ilusiones, pero podría recordar bien ese tono en tu voz y cómo lo usarías para llamar su atención sobre ti, como simplemente te acercarías con una sonrisa juguetona en tu rostro y dirías algo que lo haría sonrojar, para después dejarlo nervioso.

Teniendo suficiente fe en que su estado de excitación no le estaba jugando una mala pasada, dio un paso hacia adelante, mientras que con manos torpes y nerviosas desabrochaba su pantalón.

Detrás de la pared, a través del agujero podía ver como movías tu coño y tu trasero más cerca, sacudiendolo un poco ante él, como si quisieras atraerlo.

Y él entendía tus emociones, podías escuchar como se apresuraba a deshacerse de la parte inferior de su ropa y una pequeña maldición cuando tomo su pene con una de sus manos, quizás listo para dirigirlo hacia tu coño.

No habías sabido si esto funcionaria, si él vendría y te tomaría sin saber si eras quien estaba esperándolo, habías dudado por un momento y casi te echabas hacia atrás, pero aunque no habías hablado de detalles con Chad, podía darse una idea de lo que querías hacer y fue quien te dio el empujón.

Casi habías huido del lugar, hasta que lo escuchaste llegar y aunque al principio creías que podría ser un sujeto al azar, tu estado de ánimo mejoró al escuchar los pequeños murmullos de Ethan sobre qué hacer.

Él no podría darse cuenta, pero le encantaba divagar y murmurar cada que no sabía qué hacer o se ponía nervioso, era tan adorable y en ese momento tan delicioso al escucharlo debatir sobre si debería follarte o no.

No habías dudado en deshacerte de tu falda y tu ropa interior, podías ver la humedad llenando esta última prenda y la clara emoción que sentías por lo que sucedería en unos momentos. Sin pena habías acercado tu vagina al agujero en la pared y con cuidado habías separado tus labios vaginales, dejando todo a la vista.

No habías querido hablar, no aun por lo menos y aun así, tuviste que hacerlo, tenías que hacerlo si querías mantenerlo en este lugar.

Volviste a tu situación actual al sentir el pinchazo de la cabeza de su pene sobre tu coño y la entrada a este, como si estuviera recogiendo cada uno de tus fluidos, sintiendo todo de ti antes de llegar al acto principal y cuando su cabeza entro en contacto con tu clítoris, no evitaste el suave gemido ante la acción.

Por unos segundos se detuvo, como si no estuviera seguro de lo que sucedió antes, para después sentir que con algo de urgencia volvía a moverse y acariciar tu clítoris repetidas veces.

Tus suaves suspiros y jadeos claramente eran recibidos, pero aún así, te empujaste más contra el agujero. Querías a Ethan, no, necesitabas a Ethan, que introdujera su miembro en ti y te usará como el bonito juguete dispuesto que eras para él, necesitabas que te llenará hasta que solo pudiera pensar en él y su pene.

Y tus pensamientos fueron respondidos cuando de poco en poco se fue introduciendo en ti, sentiste como abría tu vagina para hacerle espacio a su pene y era maravilloso, sentirlo caliente, pesado y pulsando dentro de ti, abriéndose paso en tu interior y moldeandote para su miembro.

Tus gemidos aumentaron de volumen y con ello la velocidad y seguridad con que se introducía en ti. No lo viste, pero sentías que era grueso y lo suficientemente largo para llegar a los lugares correctos en tu interior.

— Oh, joder.– Y joder lo hizo, podías sentir que ya había tocado fondo y esto era mejor de lo que habías pensado.

Y si Ethan pudiera leer tus pensamientos estaría de acuerdo. Había pasado noches enteras fantaseando contigo y aunque no siempre habían sido pensamientos obscenos, fueron los suficientes para decir que esto supera su imaginación.

Tus gomosas y cálidas paredes abrazándolo con fuerza, como si quisieras que permaneciera para siempre dentro de ti y los bonitos ruidos con cada centímetro que iba entrando, era el cielo el estar dentro de ti.

Se mantuvo quieto unos momento hasta que sintió como te alejabas unos centímetros antes de sentir como retrocedías y no podía decir si quien gimió fuiste tú, él o quizás los dos. Aun así, él empezó a moverse, tratando de igualar tus movimientos con sus embestidas y si antes se sentía maravillado, ahora se sentía extasiado.

Con cada embestida podía sentir como apretabas más y más su pene a tu alrededor, sacando los ruidos más vergonzosos de su persona y no podía encontrar en él que le importara, no cuando te escuchaba gemir forma tan bonita.

— Por favor, Eth, por favor…

No sabías porque le rogabas, pero tampoco sabías que decir, no con la forma en la que te llenaba y aun así él logro responder. Sentiste como sus embestidas aumentaban de velocidad y fuerza, los pocos pensamientos cuerdos escaparon de ti al sentir como golpeaba tu cuello uterino y el ser llenadx por Ethan era lo único que podías pensar.

Y sabías que estaba de acuerdo, sentiste como sus embestidas tartamudeaban unos momentos antes de reanudar sus movimientos y quizás ahora con un poco de desesperación.

— (T/N), necesito que te toques, correte junto conmigo, si?

Y como podías negarte cuando lo pedía de esa forma, con esa voz llena de emoción y clara excitación en su tono, sin dudarlo llevaste dos de tus dedos hacia tu pequeño botón y tratando de igualar sus movimientos los moviste sobre el. Se sintió como la electricidad recorriéndote y antes de darte cuenta te estabas corriendo junto a Ethan.

Aun con tu orgasmo llenándote sentiste como se liberaba dentro de ti, chorro tras chorro llenando tu coño y desbordándose de este. Si no fuera porque querías sentirlo a él y su corrida dentro de ti tanto como pudieras, te hubieras derrumbado sobre el suelo de este horrible lugar.

Los segundos pasaron antes de escucharlo llamarte, la vacilación en su voz te alarmó, pero no lo suficiente para moverte de tu lugar.

— ¿(T/N)?

— ¿Si? ¿E-Esta todo bien?

— ¿Q-Qué? ¡S-Si! Solo, podemos hablar después de esto? No me gustaría que sea algo, bueno, de una sola vez y no de esta única forma.

No respondiste verbalmente, pero si sentiste tus paredes vaginales apretarse a su alrededor sacándole otro suave jadeo.

— Puedes tomarlo como un si.— Tu tono de voz era nuevamente juguetón y soltaste una risita al escucharlo tartamudear, se encontraba dentro de ti y aun así estabas segurx que se encontraba sonrojado.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Secrets

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend has been gone a lot lately. and you know he’s keeping secrets from you, you just don’t know what, until it’s too late.

warnings: toxicity, obsession, yandere, manipulation, implied murder, stalking, , kidnapping, psychotic behavior, ethan being delusional, drugging, possessiveness, toxic relationship, naïve!reader etc…

one of my darker fics, hope you enjoy!

You probably should go to bed as it was Midnight and you stayed awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling. But you just couldn’t. You were thinking of your boyfriend. You missed him so much. Mostly because you really didn't spend much time together lately.

He had usually been busy, you didn't feel insecure, you definifely trusted him, but you knew he was hiding something. Something malicious.

You toss and turn, struggling to sleep. then your phone beeps. Someone messaged you. Probobly your friends about Ghostface, who returned.

You probably should've stayed with your friends tonight. However, Living on your own was easy. But you hoped you would eventually become serious enough with Ethan that you'd move in together.

You sigh, getting up and going in your kitchen, making yourself hot cocoa, sipping your drink when you stand by your counter. "So good, You moaned, getting marshmallow on your face.

Hopefully drinking this would make you more tired. Or, forget about your boyfriend for now so you could sleep. Even if in your mind You doubted if he really loved you. Okay, you really were insecure. But not if he was cheating on you, just whether or not he really loved you.

You finish your drink. Your place was dark with no lights on. Weirdly, this comforted you more than terrifying you. "Fuck it, I need sleep, You cuss, going in your room. You had University tomorrow.

Luckily, No exams for some time. But still. Sleep would benefit you. So you hop right back in bed, closing your door. Because you were sure someone was stalking you. You check your messages. You should've responded earlier since they were from Ethan.

I'm sorry for not spending much time with you, Y/n, Studies have been bothering me. I promise I'll make it up to you.

Hey, No worries, I completely understand. I love you.

You quickly turn your phone off for some sleep. Somehow, You do fall asleep. But wake up early anyway. 3 AM. You get up, before feeling like someone was in your apartment.

You hoped the person would be your friends or Ethan. "Um, is someone here? You murmur. You tried hiding your fear well. Which you were until someone wraps their arms around your waist. You yelp.

"Relax, Y/N, A familiar voice said. You sigh of relief. "Ethan." "Mhm, He replied."I feel bad for not spending some time with you." Something ringed in your mind. You never told him where you lived.

"Hold on... You said, stepping back from him." I didn't ever share my address." "Chad told me, Ethan chuckled nervously. You believed him. "Fucking Chad."

It sounded weird you never told your own boyfriend where you lived, but you knew Chad longer. Plus, You planned on telling him where you lived when you became more serious, in case you planned on hanging out anywhere but his place.

"Yeah, He said. You didn't see how he looked. You didn't know how sinister he really was. You hug him."I seriously missed you. But I assumed you were busy."

"I finished my homework and other things, He explained. You nod." Okay, well, I'll turn the lights on." "It's okay, I'm leaving anyway, Ethan replies.

You nod. "Well, I love you." "I love you too, Ethan responded, quickly kissing you before leaving. You had no clue on what would eventually happen.

When you were up and ready, You left your apartment, meeting up with your friends before school. "hey, what happened? You ask, seeing sadness on everyone's faces.

"Anika died, Mindy frowned."I believe your boyfriend killed her." "For the last time, I was at Econ! Ethan defended himself. You looked confused, but said nothing. Perhaps he was there before he came to see you.

“Mhm, Mindy said, not believing him at all. “I believe you, You assure your boyfriend though deep down you didn’t believe him either. Not entirely anyways. But you felt bad.

You should trust your boyfriend, he’d never lie or keep secrets from you. He smiles. "Thanks, Y/n." You nodded, placing your hand over his.

Your warm gesture made him feel better. Mostly you, knowing he would never hide anything from you. You stayed with your friends so you could comfort them. Especially since Mindy lost her girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry, Mindy, You say, hugging her. "She shouldfve lived, Mindy frowned. "No offense, Y/N, but Ethan is suspicious." "I understand, You softly smile.

Mindy shyly smiles. You were beginning to suspect your own boyfriend too. You felt awful for accusing Ethan, but circumstances proved otherwise.

"You should sleep over here tonight, Tara suggests. You nodded. You received a message from Ethan, you asked him where he had gone. Mindy looked over your shoulder, "You're really believing his lies?"

"Huh? What do you mean? You say. Mindy rolled her eyes. "He is obviously Ghostface. Obviously manipulating you." "Mindy, We don't know for sure, Chad defended Ethan.

You frown, rethinking everything. Was he really manipulating you? Mindy was clever enough, so you did believe her words. "I... she could be right, You blurted. Everyone looked at you in shock.

"Y/n! Tara said. "You seriously believe Mindy?" "Yeah, because I'm not wrong, Mindy said, grief consuming her. "Look, Evidence is there. think about it." Everyone stopped speaking, thinking things over, including you.

Guilt eating you up inside. But your logical side was telling you to run, convincing you Mindy was right. You couldn't convince yourself your own boyfriend is innocent. any evidence Mindy had was pure circumstantial.

Still, You loved Ethan. You couldn't believe he would ever kill anybody. He was so sweet. Even if he recently had been distant, which didn't mean he was guilty by any means.

But he did make you suspicious. You noticed how he was still gone. What was Ethan doing? You spammed messages, which sounded clingy, but you were worried, plus suspicious.

Finally, He messaged you. He didn't seem bothered by your spam, in fact, maybe happy you spammed him. He was on his way from wherever. Still didn't specify.

“I got here as soon as I could! Ethan exclaimed. Mindy eyed him suspiciously since he was her number one suspect.

“Don’t do shit, Mindy, Chad warned. “I’m so sorry, I just had so much to do, Ethan said, wrapping his arms around your waist affectionately.

“Ah yes, under purely coincidental circumstances you finally show up, Mindy said sarcastically. Ethan frowned.”I swear. I’ve just been focusing on actually passing in College.”

“I believe you, You assure him. "And you should too, Mindy. speaking of which, can I speak to you in private?” Mindy nods. You escape your boyfriend’s grip as he gives you an understanding look.

You pull her aside.”I… believe you, Mindy.” “Shit, really? She said.”I told you he’s suspicious. I wouldn’t be completely off guard around him.”

“I know, it’s just he’s keeping many secrets lately and I think being the killer is one of them, you whisper. You felt relieved you could confide in someone who shared your suspicions.

Mindy sighed."And you just ignored the red flags?" "Um, I guess so, You reply. She frowned. "You must really love him." You nodded, kind of embarrassed for being so dumb.

"I understand but you should distance yourself for now, Mindy suggests. You nodded. In case he was a killer, who planned on killing you.

You did feel remorse when he looked pretty sad but you knew, you couldn't be around him. For your safety. You had never been scared of him before, but everything had been odd. If he didn't keep secrets from you, You wouldn't be suspicious.

"Y/n, Could I please talk to you? Ethan asked, knowing Mindy was no longer by your side. "Fine, You reply, more sympathy in your voice than you hoped.

"Look, You seem so suspicious and paranoid, He begins. "and I'm sorry I've been distant. I promise, I'm not keeping anything from you. I love you, why would I purposefully hurt you?"

You rethink everything. If you weren't so naïve and blinded by your love for him, You would've refused to believe him. But you couldn't hold back much. You hug him. "I believe you. I'm sorry... for being suspicious."

He smiles."I forgive you." You would quickly regret believing him later on. You did sleep over but in the morning, You were comfortable enough you could go home.

You shouldn't have walked by yourself, but you did. However, You could feel yourself being followed. Someone was definitely stalking you.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid, You murmur nervously. But the loud footsteps behind you proved your worries. But when they grew closer, You sped walked, not running when you didn't know for sure. You were so close.

Suddenly, You stopped. You could keep on walking, or take the short cut through the alley where your place was. However, You couldn't even choose because something hit your neck, like a needle, and you blacked out.

When You woke up, You tried moving but your wrists were bound. You squirmed. "Keep trying, You won't move, Someone spoke. You quickly were filled with dread when you recognized the voice.

"No, You whimper, before he comes into view. Your own boyfriend, Ethan kidnapped you. In one hand, held his knife, his other hand holding his mask.

"You were Ghostface, You said, looking down. His knife had blood on it. Which could only mean he murdered more people. His wide grin said everything you needed to know. He enjoyed killing people. "For us, Y/N, He replies.

You quickly remembered when he broke into your apartment. You believed him, but now you realized he didn't want you to see him in the Ghostface Costume. He had been following you, hence why he knew where you lived.

"For us? You repeat. He nods, caressing your face."I did this all for us, for you." You wished he was being truthful. But you could see right through his manipulative ways. Well, You tried to.

"You're all mine, I'll kill anyone who touches you."

[berriwritertingz]

follow me | e. landry

content: filthy smut, oral (fem receiving), kinda obsessive and dark ethan

pairing: ethan landry x afab!reader

summary: after everyone fell asleep, you and ethan ventured off to have your own fun

note: i literally wrote one paragraph of this and then dropped it but my ethan obsession is back after months

it was chad’s idea to have a big sleepover after finals. everyone’s worries and stress draining away with some drinking, music, and movies. the night started out strong with everyone in pajamas playing drinking games and having awful dance battles. but as the third movie dragged on, the talking stopped with the movie plot slowly growing uninteresting. the absence of conversation hinted at the reason, everyone had fell asleep. bodies scattered across the living room with chad's thunderous snores filling it. but as you looked over ethan's eyes met yours, wide awake and fixed upon you.

“i guess we’re the only ones awake” you smiled softly, standing up off the loveseat you two were sharing.

you two weren’t close at all. only speaking to each other when the group hung out and shared glances in shared classes. but you couldn’t lie when you said you had a small crush on ethan. his tall frame towering over you whenever he asked for a favor. soft whiny voice that made your face get warm whenever you heard it. pretty brown eyes that were always focused on yours when you talked. the same ones that were now so innocently trained on you.

“uh…yeah”

he was distracted to say the least. your nipples straining against your white tank top and tiny pink shorts riding up your squishy thighs. you stretched spreading your arms wide causing the shirt to hike up your soft belly. ethan couldn’t help but shift in his seat at the sight, a boner growing in his loose sweatpants. imagining what it was like to bury his head between them. he tried to look away but frankly he didn’t want to. he loved how squishy and smooth your thighs looked in the dim room light.

“do you want to come to my room? i have the new spider-man.” you suggest. hands placed on your hip and thumb pointing to your bedroom in the shared apartment. ethan didn’t hesitate, nodding eagerly and stood up slightly stumbling over the bodies littered around the room, following closely behind you.

-

ethan’s focus was completely on the game eyebrow’s furrowed and tongue slipping out the corner of his mouth. you stared at him in awe practically squealing at how cute he looked. both of you practically cuddling on your bed watching the tv screen as he expertly clicked buttons on the controller. you were sitting on the bed beside him leg perched over his while you watched him play the game. everyone knew you were a touchy person so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to casually have limbs wrapped around your friends. plus even if it was a problem ethan didn’t say anything about it.

“can you help me?” he asked peering over at you, noticing you staring. his cheeks a blaring red.

“yes, of course!” he had a problem with one of the missions not understanding the combos. you placed your hand on top of his showing him exactly what the controls were. ethan couldn’t focus on a word you were saying as your tits were pressed tightly on his arm. his mind wondered to how cushiony and moldable they would be in his hands. imagining leaving pretty marks on them that you would have to cover up.

you smelled a lot like sweet vanilla and it was addicting. he was obsessed. but he didn’t want to seem like a weirdo and sniff you. even though that’s all he wanted to do at this very moment. the boner in his pants grew again even though it never fully went down. but he couldn’t escape this time. as grabbing a pillow or shifting around would bring too much unwanted attention.

“you got it?” you ask softly sending shivers down his spine. he couldn’t do anything but nod as he feared he would unintentionally moan.

his hair tickled your face as he nodded causing you to notice how close you really were. they looked so enticing to touch and before you could think you reached your hand out. but decided against it, not knowing if he’d be comfortable with it or not.

“you can…touch me” he answered eyes still on the tv.

you grinned in excitement as you reached up to touch his hair. once the fluffy locks hit your hand you were in awe. they were soft and surprisingly smelt like strawberries. you reached your hand deeper into his hair massaging his scalp. ethan leaned into your touch groaning softly at the contact.

“mmh does that feel good sweetheart?”

ethan moaned in response pausing and setting down the controller. he loved the feeling of your acrylics running through his hair and scratching his scalp. he always has had a crush on you. he was quite literally obsessed with you. in ways he refused to admit. but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t stolen a few of your panties when you weren’t home. or purposely sat beside you during hangouts so he could learn your password to see private photos.

he relished in the feeling for a moment but he felt as if he was going to burst through his boxers. he turned and peered down at you, doe eyes hooded with lust. you were already looking at him feeling the tension rising. afraid that this could go too far and he wouldn’t feel the same way you did. you pulled your hand back but before you could get too far he swiftly caught it with his. eyes flickering from your rosy lips to your sultry eyes.

“ethan-“

before you could finish he had your lips in a deep kiss throwing the controller to the other side of the bed. his lips were soft and worked eagerly against yours. he then pushed you flush under him quickly moving in between your legs pressing his hard on to your core. wanting the kiss to be deeper you slipped your tongue in his mouth. he didn’t catch on right away but soon his tongue worked skillfully against yours. you whined gently as one of his hands was placed behind your head pulling you closer and the other trailing up your shirt.

your hands moved from around his neck to the hem of his shirt pulling it up eagerly. he obliged tossing it not really caring about where it went. when he looked back down at you he almost groaned at the sight. your lips pouty and swollen from kissing him, nipples now fully hard and on display to him through the thin fabric. legs wrapped across his waist practically rutting against him.

“oh fuck me…” he groaned practically ripping your shirt from your body.

you giggled softly at his eagerness but that was quickly replaced by soft moans as ethan kneaded your breast between his hand. placing small open mouth kisses on your neck sucking and biting the skin. he wanted to leave an obvious mark on you knowing a few classmates had a crush on you. he soon kissed his way down to your soft mounds suckling on your nipples harshly. your hands flew to his hair tugging it causing ethan to shudder under your touch. soft whimpers sending vibrations through your spine.

he stopped for a bit sliding his hand into your shorts. eyes mischievous and lustful with his hair wild from you playing in it.

“can i taste you y/n” you nodded shyly. the brown haired boy causing fires to ignite from the bottom of your stomach and thighs slick with arousal.

“please”

with this ethan pulled your shorts down with ease leaving you completely naked as he still had pants on. his hands roamed across your sides to your thighs dragging them teasingly. it made you feel exposed, your head shifting away from his avoiding eye contact.

“you’re so pretty” he complimented getting situated between your legs. he held you close with his hands on your thighs pulling you eagerly towards his mouth salivating at the site. you shuffled uncomfortably at his staring getting slightly embarrassed. but that washed away as he licked a long stride up your slit. it was unexpected and caused you to let out a loud moan.

you quickly covered your mouth remembering everyone was still only a hallway away. ethan chuckled slightly followed by him attaching himself back to your core. sucking your sensitive bud harshly. whining as your back arched into his mouth.

“ethan i can’t be quiet, we should-“ he cut you off again by kitty licking your core. you bit your lip hard, eyes screwed shut and your hands flew to his hair. his eyes rolled to the back of his hand causing a soft moan to escape from him.

“let them hear you.” he ordered, eyes looking up at you through hooded eyelashes. you sat up a bit meeting his eyes. the way he looked so innocent yet filthy made the fire in your stomach grow.

you tried your best to keep your moans soft but the feeling of his finger entering your heat caused your moans to go up an octave. you unsuccessfully pleading for ethan to slow down his movements on your sensitive bud. but he didn’t, noticing your movements against his tongue. fingers gripping his curls harder than before. he was in love with the way you tasted not wanting to break away. the feeling of inside of you making his head go hazy imagining what it would feel like to be his shaft instead.

you couldn’t hold back anymore. using a pillow to stuff your face in as ethan thrusted into you with an ungodly pace. telling you how good you taste and sound. you whined and whimpered repeatedly as he refused to let you go. tongue working eagerly to make you come.

“e- i’m gonna mmh i can’t”

before you could say anything else your orgasm washed over you. thighs shaking around his head. eyes forced to the back of your head and loud moans muffled by the pillow.

ethan finally slowed down letting you ride your orgasm out on his tongue. he kissed your abused clit gently earning a soft whine from you before connecting his lips to yours. tongue moving inside your mouth so you could taste yourself. you could feel his hard on through his sweatpants as your hands scratched his back.

he began to slide them off but was interrupted by loud knocking on the door.

“can you guys shut up? it’s 3 am!” mindy yelled from behind the door.

pt.2?

[mrsaltieri-real]

The Next Stop (Ethan Landry x AFAB!Reader)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: slight langauge, AFAB!Reader, (no pronouns specified) vaginal fingering, clit rubbing, smut, public smut, slight dub-con, strangers, slight exhibitionist/voyeurism kink, shame kink, masturbation, (vibrator) mentions of Ethan being Ghostface and the killings.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about the gif below a LOT as of late, he looks so fucking hot and this just sprang to mind last night and I whacked it all together. It’s hot, I think. Getting fingered by Ethan on a train but you have no idea who the fuck he is??? Uhhh yeah, this plays into my exhibitionist kink nicely.

The subway was oddly quiet, granted it was coming up to three in the morning, but still. You’d stayed at college late, cramming for your upcoming finals until you’d noticed just how late it really was and decided it was time to race home, get a few hours of nyquil induced sleep before having to relive the same day again tomorrow. You could say you were a bit of an overachiever. You texted your roommate quickly once you flopped down in a free seat, utterly exhausted, telling her you were on the way home but didn’t receive a response.

You sighed, leaning your head back against your seat and mindlessly played around on your phone, flipping from app to app absently when you suddenly felt the uneasy feeling that somebody was watching you.

The subway car only had about fourteen people inside, some were asleep, others were hunched over their own devices, working from a laptop or texting from their cell as you had been. Everyone except a tall, lean curly haired guy who stood with his hand gripping the pole beside him so tightly his knuckles were completely white, his dark brown eyes shamelessly staring at you with an endearingly intense glint shining in them.

You cleared your throat, tearing your eyes away from his fervid and observing gaze, focusing your consciousness back onto your phone. He was pretty, no doubt about that, the way he was staring at you made a dull flutter cascade through your core and inflame your stomach. The coach came to an abrupt stop, your hand flying out to catch yourself on the pole beside you to stop yourself falling out of the seat and the automated woman on the speaker announced that you were two stops away from your destination. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you glanced down, seeing your roommate text you back that she was heading to bed and for you to make sure you get home safe.

As you were about to respond, you were suddenly aware that someone had sat down carefully beside you. You glanced up for a moment, noticing the curly haired boy had settled in the seat next to you, eyes now set forward at the doors of the train. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, the scent subtle yet having an unprecedented effect on you, thighs tensing and your cunt clenching. You looked away quickly, sending a quick reply to your roommate and wishing her a good night before placing your phone into your jacket pocket, choosing to settle your gaze on the window, watching as New York passed you by, trying to ignore the boy sitting beside you.

His knee was touching yours, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your bare skin at every jostle of the train. His hand resting on his thigh deftly dropped between the small gap separating the two of you, his bare fingers making contact with your soft skin casually. Your eyes instinctively darted down, watching as his fingertips began to faintly stroke your skin, grazing over the hem of your skirt.

You couldn’t help but steal a glance at his pretty face and noticed he looked almost bored, completely uninterested and still not looking at you at all. You felt his fingers glide over your thigh, stopping abruptly as he reached the middle, a soft tap of his fingers as if he was ordering you to open your legs for him.

You couldn’t do this, let some random fucking guy you’d never met start touching your pussy on the middle of the subway.

Just from the limited contact alone, you were already pathetically wet. It was like your body and mind had completely separated from one another as you lightly inched your legs apart, allowing him to slide his hand between them, his fingers grazing at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You let out a small, shaky sigh as he dragged his fingers up, stopping just before he made direct contact for a few seconds, as if he were making a decision about how he wanted to touch you before the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your strained clit through your panties softly, the touch so faint it shouldn’t have even had that much of an effect on you, but alas, it did.

Your breathing hitched and from the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn you’d seen his lips twitch up into a small smile but you didn’t bother to look, worried it would snap you out of whatever the fuck had gotten into you.

This wasn’t you, you weren’t even the kind of person to interact with a stranger unless it was entirely necessary, but here you were, at three o’clock in the morning with your legs open and dying to let this random guy touch your pussy in a public space, practically gagging for it.

He began carefully moving his middle and forefinger in a gentle circular motion, rubbing your clit teasingly through your damp panties before, without warning, they were pushed aside, the hot pads of his fingers finally making direct contact with your strained, aching clit.

Your hand wrapped around the cold pole next to you again, this time to stop yourself from moaning aloud, your eyes fluttering closed as he began to play with your clit, his fingers skillful as he rubbed in small circular motions, his eyes still fixed ahead of him as though he wasn’t doing anything, as though this was an completely normal interaction. Perhaps it was for him, but at that moment you couldn’t care less. You didn’t care that the subway car was littered with strangers that could very well be watching this guy touch you so intimately, making you push yourself against his fingers like a needy whore with your head tilted back, eyes screwed up as you focused on just how good he was making you feel.

His fingers moved from your clit, dragging down your slit and collecting your juices, briefly plunging them inside and curling upward, pressing firmly against the spongy tissue and making you let out a soft whimper, looking down to see this strangers fingers gently pumping in and out of your cunt. Your legs were so wide from him now, your knee was practically resting against his thigh.

He removed his fingers before moving his fingers back up, using your juices coating his fingers to carry on playing with your exposed clit. Your chest began to heave, your hips unconsciously bucking against his hand as he worked over you casually, still not looking at you. Soft moans and gasps escaped you and you sunk your teeth harshly into your bottom lip and bit the inside of your cheeks so hard you could almost taste blood, trying desperately to be as quiet as you could manage as you clenched around nothing, feeling the fire in your stomach build and burn hotter and hotter with each expert glide of his slick fingers, your legs opening wider and wider for him which seemed to please him judging by how fast his fingers began to work your clit.

The pressure was perfect, the speed of his strong fingers was making your impending orgasm loom dangerously close as your back arched from your seat, pushing yourself against his long fingers before your eyes flew open and you came with a soft gasp on this tips of this stranger's fingers, hand gripping the cold metal of the pole so hard it’s a wonder it didn’t bend. Your eyes flew open as you reached your peak, meeting a man’s shocked and wide eyed gaze as he stared at you, mouth agape as he watched you cum, body shivering and writhing as you pushed your hips down against the strangers fingers, feeling them slide from your clit and into your soaked hole with every movement of your body.

The train stopped as you felt the warmth of his fingers abandon you. He cleared his throat a little, still not looking at you as he stood up, grabbing his bag from the ground and walked toward the doors. You finally moved your gaze onto him, watching as he left the train car, walked onto the platform without even looking back and disappeared up the steps of the station and vanished out of sight.

You felt suddenly self-conscious as your eyes met an older woman’s, her expression nothing short of disgusted, and the man that had watched you cum, his eyes still as wide as dinner plates as he stumbled up from his seat and adjusted himself in his pants, leaving the train looking completely dazed, as though this was the highlight of his month. Maybe it was. You shifted in your seat, feeling your wetness covering your thighs and no doubt staining the seat beneath you as you quickly closed your legs, crossing one over the other and pulled at the hem of your skirt, eyes quickly moving away from the woman and back through the window, beginning to bite at your nails, feeling satisfied yet extremely vulnerable and disgusting.

Did that really just fucking happen?

Despite the disgust you felt in yourself, it only added to your satisfaction. It felt new, different and exciting. You couldn't lie, you absolutely loved the combination of the mixed feelings.

Needless to say you never saw him again, you’d never really expected to. You thought about him a lot though, pressing your vibrator against your clit while you were alone in your bedroom, imagining the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his fingers as they expertly touched you, and just how fucking pretty he was and how hard he’d made you cum and just how easy it was for him to touch you, as if it was completely normal.

That was, until a few weeks later. You were at home, working on your thesis for class when the news grabbed your attention.

“Ghostface killers finally come to a grisly end. The family of killers, Detective Wayne Bailey and his children and resident Blackmore University students Quinn Bailey and Ethan Bailey, formally known as Landry, all brutally murdered after targeting previous survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro massacre, Samantha and Tara Carpenter, Chad and Mindy Meeks, and celebrity Gale Weathers.”

Your eyes widened as soon as you saw “Ethan’s” picture lighting up your screen, recognition hitting immediately. That was him, the stranger from the subway you'd all too willingly opened your legs for. Then your blood ran cold when the realisation that you’d let a murderer get you off and make you cum on a fucking train hit you like a ton of bricks.

[schmidtsbimbo]

if you’d like to you should def do a ethan x reader where the reader has a super shitty boyfriend and is enemies with ethan, making fun of him nd stuff like that

so what if to get back at the boyfriend, ethan fucks the reader and in like the middle of it ethan whips out his phone/her phone and calls the readers boyfriend, making him listen to her whimper/whine ethan’s name 😛😛

★Jealous Boy - Ethan Landry ★

𖦹Warnings: MDNI 18+, afab reader, unprotected piv, cunnilingus, cheating, pet names, hair pulling, fingering, slight dumbification if you squint

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: i love you for this idea anon, i kinda hate everything about this especially the ending, hope this still turned out okay! , made this so much longer than I originally planned or wanted to, pls let me know if i missed any warnings!

Word count: 1.9k

This has not been proofread^_^

Just hours ago you were arguing with your boyfriend at a stupid frat party you never wanted to go to in the first place.

Now you’re standing here in your kitchen, breath hitched in your throat as you stare at the man above you.

Pinned between his body and the dining table, his arms completely closing you in.

You look down, eyes landing on your phone that’s in his hand as watch message from your boyfriend coming in.

You hear a short and dry laugh come from the man above you as you move your eyes between him and the phone.

“Look at what a fucking loser you’re with y/n” Ethan says as he moves his arm, turning the phone towards you so you can read the messages.

You stare at the messages before you look up at Ethan, the sight of him smirking above you making you lightheaded and weak in the knees.

You stay quiet for a moment and get a split second of clarity as you look away from him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Ethan” You say, voice full of doubt as you look back up at him.

You feel a shiver go down your spine as he inches closer to your face, his lips brushing past your cheek as they hover over your ear.

“I still don’t understand why you chose him when I’ve been right here” he whispers, lightly nipping at your ear and sending goosebumps down your entire body.

You stand there completely frozen, trying to form a single coherent thought as your chest is rising and falling trying to control your breathing before you feel his lips smashing against your own.

You let out a small shriek at the sudden impact but quickly sink further into it, making Ethan smirk into the kiss as he places his large hands onto your waist, pulling your lower body towards his.

He breaks the kiss and trails kisses down your neck as you part your lips at the sensation.

“Jump” he simply mumbles against your skin before he brings his lips back to yours.

You instinctively jump into his arms and let him lift you up, placing you on the table and never breaking the kiss as you spread your legs, letting himself position himself right between them.

He starts to trial soft and sloppy kisses down your neck, his hands running down your body as they reach the top of your jeans, tugging on them lightly as you eagerly lift your bottom off table with your hands, making it easier for him to slide the jeans down your legs till they’re discarded somewhere behind him.

Ethan’s lips make their way back up to yours, completely engulfing them like a starved man as his hands find their way to your chest, his thumbs rubbing small circles against the peak of your breasts, earning a small whine from you as your hands make their way up his shoulders and wrapping around his neck.

He breaks from the kiss and drops to his knees, grabbing your legs with his hands and pulling you closer to the edge of the table, your clothed heart right in front of his face as he lets out a groan.

“Just as pretty as I imagined” he says looking up at your face as he brings his hand up to your core, rubbing small circles onto the bundle of nerves under your soaked panties, making you throw your head back and hold back at the sensation.

His words send jolts of electricity and need straight to your core as you bite your lip, trying to refrain from letting out a whiny gasp.

He smirks at your reaction and starts planting slow and soft kisses up your thigh, almost torturing you with how slow and delicate he was being before he finally reaches your core, moving his hands from your thighs to the top of your underwear, ripping the fabric from your body with his bare hands and instantly diving his head between your thighs.

Giving you almost no time to react as he licks a flat stripe up and down your folds as you let out a gasp and throw your head back, your reaction making him smirk as he wraps his lips against your clit.

“Look at me” he mumbles against it, roughly sucking on your clit as he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place.

You let out a whiny moan at the harshness against your clit and bring your head back up to look down at him, your hand reaching down to his curls and gripping them as you watched him eat you out like you were the most divine thing he’s ever tasted.

You tug on his hair again, making him groan against your clit, the vibration of it making your brain foggy as the feeling of desire in you continues to grow.

“Ethan” you moan out as you involuntarily buck your hips up, earning another groan from Ethan as he tightens the grip on your thighs, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on your thighs threatening to send you over the edge.

You try to hold it together as you try to form a single sentence, not being able to let out a single word but a pathetic whine, “Ethan, please”

At this he pulls away for a moment, your sleek making his lips shine as he looks up at you expectantly.

“Please what, baby?” He says as he leans back in between your thighs, planting a soft kiss directly on your clit that makes you buck your hips again, a small moan escaping from your lips, earning a chuckle from him as he pulls away again and looks back up at you.

“Use your words, princess” he whispers as he loosens his grip on your thighs, his lips hovering above the skin of your thighs as he waits for you to respond.

You let out a whiny moan at his teasing and bite your lip, not being able to form any words from how dizzy the sight of him on his knees with his head in between your thighs makes you.

He immediately stands up as the sounds leave your lips, engulfing them in a kiss as one of his hands wrap around your waist, your hands traveling towards his shirt and tugging on the hem of it as you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone and his pants dropping to the floor.

He breaks the kiss for a second to quickly remove his shirt and you follow right behind him, adding your shirt to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He dives straight to your neck as he starts leaving marks and bruises all along your collarbones, his hand reaching down to your aching heat as he dips his fingers in between your folds, earning a quiet moan from your parted lips.

Within seconds you feel yourself lose control all over again at the feeling of his rough fingers rolling the small bundle of nerves in between his fingers.

You instinctively reach down for his wrist, not wanting to come undone so quickly.

“Ethan, please” you mumble against his lips as you move your hand from his wrist to the edge of his boxers.

“Please just fuck me” you finally moan out as you tug on his boxers, any feeling of embarrassment gone as it’s overpowered by the feeling of desire.

He lets out a groan at your words and breaks the kiss to plant sloppy kisses on your neck as he tugs down his boxers.

“So needy, just begging for more, begging me to fuck you” he says in between kisses as he grabs your hips with his hands, moving his head up so your foreheads are touching as he lines himself up with you.

Giving you almost no warning he slams himself into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as you let out a gasp, throwing your head back as you feel him stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.

He quickly sets a steady pace, fucking into you fast as his arms hold you flush against his chest, making the table shake with every thrust as he snaps his hips into yours.

He tucks his head against your neck, letting out groans that instantly threaten to throw you over the edge, your own moans being muffled by the skin on his shoulders before he lets go of your body, pushing your back onto the table, never losing his rhythm as his hands hold a strong grip on your hips.

“Such a pretty girl” he says, slowing his pace down a bit, causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of friction his skin made against your clit.

“What would Jacob say if he saw you like this? Begging whining for me to fuck you?” He asks as he keeps his pace slow.

His words send waves of heat straight to your core as you claw at his arms, trying to get a hold of anything to try and control yourself to no avail.

You knew how wrong this was, cheating on your boyfriend with the one guy he told you to stay away from.

You knew how wrong it was and yet you’re crumbling beneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips, keeping a greedy hold on him as he fucks into you.

You watch him reach for something next to your head through your teary eyes, not being able to focus on what he’s holding.

“How about we call him, huh?” He asks as he starts picking up his pace again, making you clench around him as more moans start slipping from your lips again.

He groans at this and drops the phone next to your head again, quickening his pace as you start to unravel beneath him.

You hear the phone ringing and Jacob picking up within seconds, you no longer had any control over the noises you were making as the moans freely fell from your lips, not caring if Jacob or even the neighbors could hear you at this point.

You hear muffled yelling coming from the phone that gets completely tuned out with your moans and Ethan’s breathy grunts, letting out a small gasp as he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change of angles as his tip brushes right against your sweet spot, making yo feel lightheaded as your climax is approaching fast.

“C’mon, let him know who’s got you this needy and whiny” Ethan says in between grunts and breathy moans, the words spilling from his mouth earning a whimper from you.

He reaches one of his hands up and tangles it in your hair, slightly lifting your head from the table as he grips your hair.

“Hmm? Too fucked out to talk?” He asks as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his words making you clench around him as you feel yourself seconds from climax.

“Ethan, I’m gonna come, please” you whimper out, not even thinking about what you say as the words leave your lips.

The pressure of the new angle and his filthy words sending you over the edge as you arch your back, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer.

His climax follows right behind yours as you start seeing stars from how sensitive you are, squeezing his arms trying to stabilize yourself with anything you can grab as he collapses on top of you with one final thrust, completely filling you up with his warmth.

You slowly start coming to your senses as the high starts to fade, becoming aware of your surroundings as the muffled yelling coming from the phone starts playing in your ears again.

Ethan gently lifts himself off of you and pulls out slowly, causing a small whine to fall from your lips at the loss of contact.

You watch him as he grabs the phone from the table and puts it up to his ear, a smirk playing on his lips as he lets out a chuckle before throwing the phone back onto the table.

He leans down and pulls your bruised and swollen lips into a kiss, breaking away from it as he puts his hand on the back of your head, placing your foreheads together.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bexxx my darling. We’ve had the conversation, are horny for the concept so I’m pounding this into the ask box even harder than they’re gonna pound the damn reader.

AU!Billy, Stu, Mickey and Ethan x reader. All alive or as Ghosts whichever is best. All of them going full blown slut on the reader, Stu in the mouth, Billy in the cunt, Mickey in the ass and Ethan in the hand (until he’s not *wink*) . We’ve discussed a lot of it already so GIRL, I know how you’re going to go with this. In advance, poor, sweet Ethan, slutty teasing Billy, supportive icon Stu and Mickey with the GUIDING. I’m going to burst into flames.

I LOVE YOU DUDE!

BITCH, I LOVE YOU! I wrote this all tonight in one sitting, I hope you all enjoy this! Billy AND Stu AND Mickey AND Ethan?! I mean, say fucking less, that is a dream I need to experience. Multi-May continues! I hope you all love this straight-up nasty smut in the afterlife.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.2K. Poly!Ghostface. Billy Loomis/Stu Macher/Mickey Altieri/Ethan Landry/AFAB! Dead Victim Reader! She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Five-Some. Orgy. Hair Pulling. Gagging. Group Sex. Hand Job. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Triple Penetration. Vaginal Sex. Throat Fucking. Anal Sex. Pre-Mature Ejactualation. Sloppy Seconds. Multiple Orgasms.

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"Four In One."

You have never been so fucking full. It was taken right out of your most depraved and wild fantasies, an impossibility and yet here you were, mouth, cunt, ass and one of your hands full.

In the vague haze of your mind, you are reminded of a phrase for being in this exact situation, that being “completely airtight”. 

Some people might think that sex in the afterlife is not a thing, however it was one of the most beloved pass times, you have no physical limitations and nothing but time, it only makes sense. 

You being a victim that had fallen to Ghostface most would assume you’d hate them. You did at one point. Eternity is a long fucking time, though. 

So you got involved with the man who killed you and a few other previous Ghostface’s? It was your business, you were dead, you didn’t care if any other victims or whoever judged you, especially when it felt this fucking good. 

They had managed to get you into a good position, and with all of them helping, you didn’t need to worry about holding yourself up, which is good because you were fucking boneless. 

Billy was buried in your cunt, Stu was in your mouth, Mickey was in your ass, and you had a firm grip on Ethan. The smell was heady, the chorus of moans and skin on skin was obscene, and you were unable to stay still, being pushed and pulled in multiple directions, covered in sweat and thankful for the fact you didn’t have to worry about breathing. 

Stu was pulling your hair, dragging you nearer, your nose pressed to coarse hair, his head tipping back with a moan, “Fuck yes, when you swallow around the head it feels fucking fantastic-” He pulled harder, and you gagged, you didn’t really, but you knew Stu liked when you did, so you mimic it, you feel him throb on your tongue and Billy groans. 

“When she gags she clenches beautifully, man.” He breathed and Mickey agreed, “God yeah, she feels fucking perfect tonight.” 

You are soaking up the praise, pleasure sinking into the very marrow of your bones, you manage to open your eyes, curious why Ethan was being so quiet, and he is staring right at you and oh no. The poor boy. His curls are sweat soaked, bottom lip tugged by his teeth, face flushed, and it is spreading down to his chest, when your eyes lock he moans, he is pulsing in your hand and Stu notices the moment you, and he were sharing. 

“You alright there, Eth?” Stu asked, and the response came out strained, “Feels so good, too fuckin’ good, sh-she looks and God, how she sounds, I-I dunno if I can make it-”

Billy cuts in, his hips slowing, “Oh hey man, you gotta wait till you get in one of her holes at least.” 

You nod as much as you are able to with Stu’s hand in your hair and his dick down your throat, you wanted that, you desperately wanted Ethan to cum in one of your holes, Hell you wanted all of them to cum either in you or on you, it was a deep and clawing craving that was refusing to leave. 

Mickey’s pace was getting sloppy, he was thrusting harder and harder, faster and being totally selfish in the way only he can be when he is close, fully worried with chasing his own release, you say a silent prayer, happy that your ass could take the punishment he was doling out. “Fuck, fuck, you won’t have to wait long, Ethan.”

Mickey thrusts inside you three more times and then holds deep as he unloads inside of you with an utterance of your name. The rush of heat makes you choke and moan on Stu’s shaft with a shudder. 

You stop stroking Ethan, worried that he is going to cum, your hand grips the base of his shaft tightly to ensure he wouldn’t spill over quite yet.

Mickey stays in you for a moment, barely grinding his hips, milking the aftershocks and every ounce of pleasure out of his orgasm. You feel his head tip, his forehead rests on your shoulder, you feel the press of his lips, a kiss, sweet, before he pulls out with a groan, and spreads you, he can see your wrecked looking hole, slowly leaking his cum. 

Mickey looks over your body still being rocked between Billy and Stu, and he says easily, “Get over here, Ethan.” 

You let go of him, and he practically scrambles to get behind you, almost falling over the tangle of the other boys limbs on the way. Stu and Billy laugh, Mickey shaking his head, “Bless him.”

“So cute.” Stu confirms. 

Billy holds still and motions for Stu to do the same, “Ease up while he gets in there.” 

The blonde complies and they all watch, Ethan’s hands rest on your ass, and he looks adorably nervous, he is practically shaking, breathing erratic, he looks painfully hard and is leaking so much pre-cum. It’s like he is almost rooted to the spot, staring down at your slowly leaking hole. You push on Stu’s hip, and he allows it, pulls out of your mouth, and you look over your shoulder at him, you clear your throat before saying, “C’mon Ethan, please?”

He curses quietly, and then you watch Mickey come up behind him, one hand on Ethan’s hip and the other reaches around him, grips the base of his cock and says, “Lemme help you out.” 

Ethan almost jumps out of his skin, tenses but gives a single nod once, consenting with more than the action, he begs, “Please, yes, I-I want to so bad but, I can’t-.” 

“I know man, it’s alright, I got you.” Mickey soothed, and he pushes forward on Ethan’s hip, his other hand guiding Ethan’s cock, the blunt head presses to your nearly raw and well lubed hole. When the tip breaches Ethan comes back to himself, fingers dig into ample flesh, and he pushes, you moan and encourage him, “Fuck yes, please-”

Mickey lets go, his grin is positively wolfish as he watches the show unfold. 

Ethan curses again, and he shoves in roughly, about halfway before pulling out, the poor guy only gets less than ten pumps in, not even fully inserted, before he is cumming with a strangled cry, body a quaking, sweat slicked mess. He is apologizing over and over, gasping for breath, “M’ sorry, fuck, sorry, sorry, felt too fuckin’ good, couldn’t stop it-”

“S’ okay.” You reassure as he pulls out, “You’ll last longer next time.” 

Billy is laughing and starting to thrust into you again, “Fuckin’ pathetic, man.”

Stu shoved Billy’s shoulder and said, “Oh lay off, you didn’t last much longer first time you got in that ass.” 

You giggled, “He’s right, you know.” Stu taps your cheek and says, “Open up.”

Mouth falling open in compliance, he re-inserts, you still had to get the last two off and were eager to do so. You can hear Ethan trying to defend himself to Mickey, “I could feel Billy in her pussy when I was in there, and it was too much!”

“The extra friction will get you, it’s true.” Mickey sympathizes, and you suppress a laugh, trying to focus on sucking the dick in your mouth and moving your hips in time with Billy’s thrusts. 

[catalinas-cure]

Sub!Ethan Landry x Mean!reader headcanons (Sfw & Nsfw)

A/n: ngl i think i’m going to stick to fluff after this 😭, let me know what you guys think in the comments or my inbox!

Warning: this is written with a afab fem!reader in mind

SFW

💝: Has your picture as his lockscreen & homescreen, he changes it every time you send him pictures of yourself

💝: Wears shirts that say “property of *y/n*”, “I love my beautiful girlfriend”, and have your picture on them. He bought them himself too 😭

💝: Only has social media to post you, his bio is “*y/n* fanpage”

💝: Your personal photographer, his entire photo gallery is pictures of you

💝: Calls you early in the morning, when he knows you won’t be awake, to leave you a voicemail to listen to when you wake up

💝: Loves watching cheesy romcoms with you (even if he won’t admit it 🙄)

💝: Loves watching you when your focused or paying attention to anything other than him

💝: Holds your hand all the time

💝: Always nervous and giggly with you even if you’ve been dating for a long time

💝: he’s just a gentleman

💝: Carries your bags around campus, the mall, when you’re out, literally anywhere

💝: Never shuts up about how lucky he is to have you

💝: Literally worships the ground you walk on

💝: Loves when you wear his clothes

💝: Has pictures of you everywhere, in his car, by his bed, in his wallet, in his phone case

NSFW

💖: Was a virgin before he met you

💖: Gets turned on when you’re mean to him

💖: It’s huge 😭

💖: He’s a slut! only for you though 🙏

💖: Eats you out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

💖: Reallyyy vocal, literally moaning in your ear

💖: Loves using toys he buys on you

💖: Always wants you on top

💖: Needs you to mark him so everyone knows he’s your property (scratches on his back from your nails, bruised knees from kneeling to eat you out, bites on his neck, hickeys everywhere)

💖: Gets off on pleasing you

💖: Tells you to use him, he wants to be your fucktoy

💖: Cums in you all the time if you let him

💖: Sooo dramatic when he orgasms

💖: Asks if you can cockwarm him while you’re watching a movie

💖: Can’t even look at you when you’re going down on him cause he’ll cum

💖: He’s down with anything you want to try, new position? handcuffs? edging? make a video? he’ll try anything once and if you like it, he’ll do it as much as you ask him too

💖: Loves when you pull his hair, that’s when he knows he’s doing a good job

💖: Gets off to you degrading him

💖: Asks to do positions that let him see your face and his dick bulging in your stomach (Cowgirl is his favorite)

💖: He likes to make eye contact whenever you have sex (he loves staring you down when he eats you out)

[morellywrong]

Missing Out

Ethan Landry x afab reader (fem pronouns/nouns)

Warnings: stalking, obsession, Ethan's a pretty lil psycho, descriptions of murdering and torture, Ethan is actually fucked bro, reader is wearing a dress, Ethan is kinda neuro-divergent- coded (real), both Ethan and reader will be bi-coded because I said so, also some gross lil things in there for fun :)

Part 1 (?)

"Hey, y/n!" Ethan beams as he catches up to you, on your way to your morning class.

"Oh, hey Ethan...you sure are chipper this morning." You chuckle softly as he adjusts his bag strap on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I don't know, I guess I slept pretty good- I had a productive evening." He beams softly, walking alongside you, matching his usually long strides to better fit yours.

"Oh yeah, get all your work done?"

Flashes of the previous evening washed over Ethan's mind, his grin only growing.

"Please! Please, I didn't do anything!!!" The boy sobs, his eye swollen, lips bleeding and a deep gash on the side of his neck hes desperately trying to keep pressure on with his broken hand.

"...that's where you're wrong...you got in the way." Ethan hisses, his voice modulator clipped into the inside of his signature Ghostface mask, wiping the blood slowly from his knife.

"Please...please..." The boy begs helplessly, tears running down his cheeks, snot bubbling under his nose as he backs away weakly, only for his back to be met with the wall.

"Please, please...." Ethan mocks him, stepping closer, his heavy boots thumping against the concrete of the warehouse he'd dragged his latest victim to.

"No one will hear you scream...no one will remember you...not even her...youre nothing..." The boy yelled out in anguish, choked sobs becoming more and more liquidated-

Ethan snaps back to reality as he turns towards you again, still smiling brightly.

"Yeah, it was....good, I got everything finished sooner than I thought."

"Wow...maybe I should get you to do my coursework sometime." You chuckle softly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow. Heat spreads across his face as he lets out a breathless laugh, looking away.

"Y...yeah, well, maybe..." He mumbles, his dimples showing as he glances back to you.

"Oh, are you going to the frat party later tonight? Tara, Mindy and Anika invited me....Chad'll be there too..." You hum, offering the idea with a small grin.

Ethan's heart hammers in his chest, feeling that type of love sickness his Dad used to talk about with his mother.

Well. Before Wade had all his children assist in killing their mother. Ethan tried not to think about it too much.

"I...I'd love too, y/n..." He whispers, his pupils dilated so much one would assume he'd taken something to help him focus more on his studies.

Or watch the sky melt.

"Cool....uh, wanna meet at the party? Quinn offered to drive us girls there and back, since she'd got a date tonight..." You giggle slightly, even though you're glad there'll be a designated driver.

"Sure, uh, I've, uh, never really been to many parties, though. I get a little nervous in crowds." He lies, brows creased together, portraying that awkward, shy boy you know him as.

"Don't worry. You can stick with me the entire night....I don't drink much anyways..." You beam softly as you stop outside your class.

"I'll see you after Econ?" He nodded quickly, propping up on the balls of his feet briefly to try and contain his excitement.

"See you. Meet for lunch?"

"Defintiely. I heard there's pretzels today." You smirk softly as he lets out another breathless laugh.

"Yeah...." He murmurs in a slight daze as you walk into the lecture hall, giving him a small wave before leaving his sight.

He leans back against the wall, holding onto the straps of his backpack as his cheeks heat up even more, biting the inside of his cheek with an uncontrollable beam plastered on his pale face.

You had spent lunch with Ethan, sat on the grass outside one of the lecture halls, laughing together about how crappy most of the lecturers are, and exchanging mild stories about how boring your days were. But soon enough you had your last classes of the day to attend, afterwards he walked you to your dorm building.

He always insisted on walking you all the way to your dorm room, claiming it was safer.

"There's a psycho on the news, haven't you heard??" He beams playfully at you as you playfully push at his arm. He's been mentioning it ever since the first disappearances.

"Please, I'm not important enough of a target, let alone being noticed by some killer." You roll you eyes as he watches you take your keys out of your bag pocket.

Keys that he definitely hasn't got like 4 copies of each key on there. He's pretty sure one of them is just for a small indoor window, and another is to your old locker key that you still have on your keychain for some reason- even though he defintely has a copy of your current locker key.

It's the stupid little things he likes in life, after all. And something about you not caring to throw the old key out just makes him love you more.

"Nah, maybe the killer is secretly targeting you...maybe he's watching you sleep-" He grins playfully, watching you send him an unimpressed look.

"Alright, get out of here, you're not supposed to be in this building anyway...I think we'll be at the frat party at like 9, ask Chad, I'm sure Tara's told him all the details." You smirk whilst tapping the side of your nose playfuly. He taps his in return, grinning. It was no secret those two were grossly infatuated with each other.

"I'll see you later. Text me if you need anything." He responds like clockwork, a usual closing response he offers to you out of the kidness of his heart. And definitely not obsession.

"I will." You insist with a chuckle, before closing your door and leaving him beaming by himself crazily once more, rolling onto the balls of his feet once, twice then three times before he catches himself, correcting his body language quickly.

"You look so fucking good!" Tara beams, a shot or two already in her system, deciding to pregame before the party as you got ready with the other three party-goers.

She stood behind you, admiring your body as you stand in front of her bedroom mirror.

"I don't know...it's a bit revealing..." You mumble sheepishly as you glance at your reflection, at the new dress you had bought the last time you were out with the girls.

"Shut up, no one will care, if anything, it's a good thing, dummy." Mindy beams from the couch, Anika fixing the back collar of her shirt, both also a little tipsy.

"Yeah, girls and guys are gonna be all over you."

"Chad'll keep an eye on us though, he always does." Tara smiles gently as she helps adjust the straps on your shoulders, her fingers leaving a small tingling feeling against your bare skin.

"More like he keeps an eye on you." Quinn smirks from the doorway, eyeing your outfit up and down with almost hungry eyes.

"Nice dress, y/n...hey, you guys ready?" She holds up her car keys with a small shake, the metal jingling in her hand.

"Yes! Let's fucking go, girls!" Mindy exclaims, standing up and grabbing her girlfriends hand.

"Let's go!!" Anika grins brightly.

"Let's go, cmon!" Tara grabs your own hand in her's, practically dragging you behind her.

When you arrive the party, it's pretty much already at full force. Drunken jocks, flashy cheerleaders, theatre kids talking loudly in the corner, math wizz's awkwardly stood in their small gaggles. It's refreshing, in a way, to see the students enjoying themselves and taking a break from studying.

"It's fucking loud..." You mumble, glancing over at the giant speakers in the corner and the 'DJ' set up the frat house had set up for the party. Your ears strained as you winced, before gasping.

"I feel like i'm inside the fucking speaker!" Chad beams, his voice making you and Tara jump as he places a hand on your shoulder, the other on Tara's shoulder. His head appeared between you, but he was grinning at Tara.

You glance behind him, beaming softly as you spot Ethan stood there. He looks like he's already spacing out, disassociating from the crowd once he realises how loud and chaotic it was.

In reality, Ethan's zeroing in on a girl staring at you. She's one of the cheerleaders. Bitchy, blonde, ditzy, pretty stereotypical but there she is. She's whispering to her friends, gesturing towards you and smiling as they all giggle.

He's trying to figure out if she's making fun of you or if she's into you. Either way, he's going to paint someone's walls with her blood by the end of the night.

"Ethan?" He glances down at you, a smile breaking onto his face beyond his control.

"Hey! Sorry, uh..."

"I get it. I space out at parties a lot. It's jut so overstimulating sometimes." You reassure him, nudging him softly with your shoulder.

"Y....yeah, that's it! Sorry, I tend to space out pretty often..." He plays it off, before his eyes snap to your outfit- the tight dress you'd decided to wear, before he forces himself to meet your eyes, respectfully. He needed to have patience, he didn't want to creep you out or scare you away from him- at least not /yet/.

You didn't need to know about the cameras hidden in your dorm room.

"Hey, wanna grab a drink? I'll stay with you, don't worry." You offer, speaking over the music.

Ethan grinned a little more sternly than he had intended to as you playfully link your arm with his, his cheeks lighting up- he was grateful for the dark lighting of the frat party. The only real light was LED lights that blessed the room with a purple and red glow.

He glances back over the cheeleader, she's glaring at him, her knuckles tense as she grips her plastic paper cup so tight it starts to crinkle and strain. He just sent her a dark look, before walking with you to the kitchen of the frat house- where the alcohol is.

[drcydrift]

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷!𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x afab!reader

warnings || mentions of sex toys, ethan being a pervert (obviously), mentions of underwear, ethan having a voice kink, reader has boobs, somnophilia (i think that's it)

word count || 229

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

† — Perv!Ethan who would definitely steal your underwear and jack off to it later while moaning out your name not caring if anyone heard him. He would also return your underwear, cum all over it and with no shame whatsoever.

† — Perv!Ethan who would get off to your voice like you two would be on call and he would be palming himself through his sweatpants while your completely oblivious as to what's happening behind the screen.

† — Perv!Ethan who would use your pillow and plushies to get off because he says that it "smells like you" and he "likes your scent,"

† — Perv!Ethan who would purposely drop something just so he can have a chance to look up your skirt and he might even snap a picture if he gets the chance too.

† — Perv!Ethan who sneak into your room at night, slowly build a collection of photos of you sleeping until he eventually has a whole stash of them under his bed.

† — Perv!Ethan who would purposely leave out a whole box of sex toys on your bed and when you find them you get super embarrassed and he just silently laughs to himself.

† — Perv!Ethan who at the beach would purposely touch your boobs when you ask him to put sunscreen on you and when you tell him about it he just says it was an "accident,"

all rights belong to © drcydrift — do not repost my work on instagram, wattpad, ao3 ect.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Before you go, baby | Dark!Ethan Landry x Afab!Reader

Part 2

Summary: You're going away for college, so before you go, Ethan has a gift for you

Cw: Kinda dark, smut, virginity loss, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, excessive cumming, mentions of pregnancy, kind of manipulative Ethan(?, baby trapping, oral sex (fem receiving), tittie play and sucking

This was it, your time to go, your final chance to say goodbye before you left to college in 3 days, you had to say goodbye to everyone

Specifically your best friend Ethan, who would be the hardest to say goodbye to

"I have to go Ethan, this is my chance" you said happily but also with sadness in your heart

He looked at you through his lashes, hiding something in them

"Come over to my house" he said grabbing your hand.

"Hmmmm, okay, but for what?"

He suggestively nodded his head and you got his cue

"Ethan, you really wanna... Fuck me?"

He nodded his head, his hand going down to your hip

"As a last gift, before I lose my chance" He said bitting his lip

"But Ethan..." You whined and he went into your neck, nudging your jaw with his nose

"Come on, just one time and you can go babe, please?"

"But nothing will change between us right?" He shook his head "Fine, when can I go?"

"Right now, let's go" he said eagerly, you giggled and walked with him

...........................................................

Between kisses and cute words and whispers, you were tangled with Ethan on his bed

"I do need to tell you, I'm a virgin" you said pushing him away by his chest, that toned chest with his abs and strong arms

"That's okay, I'll be gentle with you baby"

His mouth went on exploring your neck and tits, sucking on them softly but still making you moan while looking into your eyes, a thing he loved to do

"Fuck baby, you got such cute tits" he said jiggling them, you giggled and looked away

"Shut uuuup" you whined

His giggles gave you 10 years more of life

His nose nudged down onto your legs, where he spread them, he was in awe of your pussy, so cute and pink

"Looks delicious, my next meal"

"You're so goofy" you said giggling

"Only for you"

He dived into your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth, shaking his head while he did so, moaning into your pussy, his eyes rolling back

"Ethan, fuck!" You grabbed his curls, digging him deeper into your pussy

"You've never experienced this have you?" He said licking your pussy

You shook your head "N-no, feels so good"

He smiled before going back to eating you out

His hips kept rutting into his bed, trying to relieve his aching boner, he was so turned on from eating your pussy

"Fuck Ethan, fuck me please"

He kissed your mound, then your belly pudge, then between your boobs, then your chest and then your lips, deep and slow

"I need to fuck you so bad baby"

You should've known

"Fuck baby, need to feel your warmth" he said whimpering into your ear, rubbing his wet dick around your entrance

You should've known

"Yes, yes, fuck me please"

But you were so turned on, lost in the feeling

"Fuck, so warm and tight"

You were a virgin, of course you never used birth control, why?

"Fuck baby, keep sucking me in like that, fuck gonna fucking cum soon"

"Ethan, please!"

And he knew and took advantage of that

"Fuck you feel so good baby, so warm around me I'm gonna bust"

"Please fill me up"

And he knew you would back to him when you knew

"I'm so close baby, so so close, gonna cum inside you baby, gonna breed you baby"

And then you would be all his'

"Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming so much baby, I've never cummed this much. It's fucking dripping out of you"

All his'

Some months later...

You dropped the pregnancy test on the floor, it was a positive

And you knew who the father was...

"Hello?"

"Ethan..." You sobbed "I'm pregnant..."

[etfrin]

→ ❝Lipstick Stains and Love Bites | Ethan Landry❞´ˎ-

Warning - NSFW | blowjob, making out, | lmk if I forgot anything.

Ethan Landry x afab! Reader

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: this was my first time writing a blowjob, help, was it good?

Summary - you mark his neck with pretty love bites and his dick with your favorite lipstick shade!

Being on Ethan's lap was a huge comfort for you after a tiring day. Your head is on his shoulder, softly breathing onto his skin as he wraps his arm around you to hold you.

Neither of you was talking, but basking in each other's comfort. His body heat is reassuring, and how his chest rises with each breath calms you down. Making you melt into him.

This was mundane. This was everything.

Taking in his scent, citrus, and something woody. You decided to press your lips onto his neck. Something seemingly innocent. You wanted to pepper kiss him all over because of love.

He doesn't say anything but lets out a sigh, his body relaxing even more beneath you as he feels your lips. He tilts his head to give you more access and that was all the permission you needed.

You start slowly, your lips pecking his skin in innocent kisses until your mouth finds a spot it particularly likes. And without even realizing you started to suck. It was soft, nothing to form a hickey over.

But you felt his breath hitch from the action. He made a sound that was filled with need. A small, deep groan escaped him.

It makes you suck the spot harder. Your teeth now meet the skin for a soft bite. He groans louder. Your lips get faster, the skin turning into a pretty shade of red. Your teeth again meet the flesh to bite. You lick around the mark to soothe the pain. The first love bite of the day.

What started as just mere cuddling now turned into something more. You made sure not a single inch of his skin escaped the assault of your lips. Meanwhile, all Ethan did was let out encouraging groans and squeeze your hip with his hand urging you to continue. His erection poked your thigh but you were too busy painting this boy's bruises to give it much-needed attention.

You lean back, breathless from your actions of the past minute to admire the art you made on his skin. All red and the beginning of purple forming on his neck at various places with various sizes. Poor boy would have to wear a turtleneck for a week after this.

You bite your lower lip, feeling yourself getting needy but you want to make this about him. So, ignoring your pleasure for the moment you decided to reward your boyfriend for how good he is.

Remembering the lipstick he gave you last week gave you a filthy idea you wanted to play out. You got out of bed which made Ethan whine, “Babe, where are you-” You shot him a look, reassuring him that it wasn’t over just yet. Looking through your drawers, you finally found the lipstick he bought you last week. It was a sudden gift, you remembered all the blushing and fumbling he did as he had handed you the gift saying you would look so beautiful with this shade on your lips.

Now, it’s time to find out if this shade of red would look pretty smeared all over his cock.

You apply the lipstick, enjoying the confusion on his face. His eyes glossed with pleasure and lust, His brown curls were a mess with how much your finger ran through, and his body was flushed with a shade lighter than the lipstick you were wearing right now. You find your way back to his lap.

“How do I look?” you asked him, your tone teasing. “Beautiful,” he whispers, breathless and rough, “But, baby, I need you-”

You find yourself interrupting his sentence by saying with a smile of a siren, “How do you think this shade will look smeared on your cock?”

It took him a moment to realize what you meant. You knew you would always remember the way his eyebrow furrowed in question and the click of his brain as his eyes widened and he finally got what you meant by that. Oh, he was so adorable. He lets out a deep groan, “Please, love, please..” He pulls you into a sudden kiss. A yelp escaping your lips at the suddenness of his soft lips meeting with yours. He tasted the donuts you shared with him earlier today. He tasted heavenly. He kissed you like a man starving. As if his kiss were a form of worship. You moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity he was showing.

The kiss breaks, leaving both of you breathless. ”Please,” he whispers, the lipstick staining his lips. After pressing another soft kiss on his lips, you go down and unzip his pants.

You find yourself stroking his cock in that tight grip he likes, a breathless whine leaving his mouth as his eyes shut close from feeling the softness of your palm around his girth. His hips jerk, fucking your fist at a sensual pace.

His angry red tip forms beads of pre-cum that you lean forward to lick. The salty taste of his cum makes you whine softly, his hips jerking a bit faster as he feels your tongue glide across his cockslit. He groans, "Please, stop teasing."

You chuckle as he continues to plead. Your lips move down on his length, kissing his dick so the lipstick would be smeared while your tongue would trace the pulsing veins of his cock. You could feel it twitch. 'Cute' you think before deciding to put the boy out of his misery.

You start taking his length into your mouth slowly, making sure to cover your teeth. Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was needed but Ethan's hip bucked into your mouth, the tip of his dick hitting your throat.

His eyes widen when you choke around his cock, saliva coating your lower chin. Neither of you move as you get used to his length. "I- I am sorry-" Ethan whines, "You feel so good…"

Ignoring his apology, knowing that you'll get him back later for this. You start to suck, your tongue swirling around his cockhead and the veins. You close your eyes and let yourself indulge. You start slow, bobbing your head up and down.

You hold Ethan's hand and place it in your hair. You felt him stroke through his hair as he began to shallowly thrust into your mouth, making sure not to gag you. "This feels so good, you feel so perfect," he whimpers, "Ah… your mouth is so warm, fuck, love."

When he sees you, your mouth stretches to accommodate his thick length, your drool rolling down your chin, and lipstick smeared on your face. He was done. The hand that was stroking your hair, gripped your locks tightly, keeping your head in place. You open your eyes in question, you take in the sight of a debauched Ethan. "Sorry," he whispered, "I'll cum soon, so just take it… alright."

With that warning, he begins to thrust into your mouth without care whether you choke or gag. He moans, "You look so beautiful like this, I couldn't control myself. You're so pretty. You were born to suck my cock, right? I am sorry- I am sorry for being so rough."

He whines as he continues to thrust into the wet heat of your mouth, you moaning around his length, the vibration of the sound making this so much better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed as he kept bucking his hips into your mouth. He moans out your name as thick ropes of cum fill your mouth, some spilling and painting your chin because you couldn't swallow it all.

He takes his cock out of your mouth and wipes the drool and his cum off your face. When he opens his mouth to apologize yet again, you shush him by saying, "I'll get you back for it, E. Sometimes you keep forgetting that you're just a toy. Now lay down, pretty boy, I am not done yet."

[rainforest-daisies]

Day 21|Face sitting

Character: Ethan Landry x Afab!reader

Tags: Face sitting, begging

A/n: starting to get burnt out guys🙏

Kinktober masterlist

“C’mon baby, you’re driving me crazy.” Your body rested against his chest, hands pushing you closer to his face, signaling his patience was running thin. ”So what, if you suffocate me? Actually, I want you to suffocate me. I mean, you take my breath away anyway.” His grin grew at the cheesy one-liner, still grasping onto your hips.

“I mean, you’re dripping everywhere. How do you expect me to stay sane when I see you like this?” Finally, he snapped, gathering as much strength he could muster, and lifting you to press you against his face. His wet lips searched for your clit, meeting the bud with gentle kisses and kitten licks, robbing you of the slick that had collected against your slit as his tongue trailed down.

The exhales from his nose tickled your skin, subtle moans leaving his mouth and vibrating against your cunt. The whines coming from above him spurred him further, thrusting himself into the air to get some kind of release without taking his hands off of you. In between the licks, his mouth pulled away from you, causing a whine to leave your mouth.

“Don’t hold yourself up, fucking sit on my face like a good girl.”

[v4mpgutz]

can u do smth where ethan buys reader a promise ring pls 🥹 ur fics are amazing 💜

Paper Rings, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]

— i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings

non-gf ethan landry x gn reader -> dating

note: THIS REQUEST AHHH i've been waiting to base a fic off of this song for a while i kiss ur head and i'm glad you enjoy my fics !!

warnings ! — none, just a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff! + reader doesn't have a specified gender but this was written with an afab reader in mind — nothing points to this fact though ! :)

you and ethan hadn't been together for all that long, a year and a half at most. it took him a while to comprehend the depth of his feelings for you and it was really scary for him.

growing up having been pressured to constantly be as good as or better than his older brother really messed with his head. he constantly had doubts that he wouldn't be good enough for you and that you deserved someone better — someone that wasn't him.

over the course of the first few weeks you and ethan had actually been together, there was cute little dates, hand-holding, giggling into little (sometimes awkward) kisses and him trying to get a grasp on his feelings.

majority of the time he couldn't quite put a finger on what emotions he was feeling. sometimes he thought he was angry when he was really just sad, sometimes he thought he was anxious when he was actually excited.

with you, though? he'd never understood an emotion so clearly in his life.

his heart was filled with love for you, that he knew. love so pure and soft and gentle that it felt like almost nothing could tarnish it. you made him understand himself better — you encouraged him when he would beat himself up over bad grades, you loved him; and he loved you too.

that was precisely the reason why he found himself buying you a promise ring. he'd seen you eyeing a specific one each time you shopped together and you'd talked about promise rings to him a few times.

originally, he didn't know how to feel about those because what if it jinxed your relationship? what if you ended up splitting off and going your seperate ways?

however, after a few weeks just spent thinking it over — all up in his head about it; he decided he wanted to get you one. it'd be a surprise, of course.

one night he had your hand next to his, a measuring tape over the width of both of your fingers. he acted like he was simply comparing handsizes, laughing when you pointed out that he was measuring the wrong way.

"oh, you're right, baby," he chuckled but made a mental note of the size of your left ring finger.

the next time you went to the mall together he kissed your cheek gently before pulling his hand away from yours. "i'll be back, angel," he told you, "just need to go to the bathroom."

you nodded and sat on a bench in the food court, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him.

he made sure you weren't looking before he snuck off to the jewellery store, wanting to be as quick as possible so you wouldn't get suspicious. as soon as he was being served, he told the employee the exact ring and size.

it was made to be, it seemed, when the older woman told him that was the last of that ring in that size they had in stock.

he smiled brightly and thanked the woman, paying (quite a hefty price) and slipping the little box into his pocket. he'd get a matching one for himself later, he thought.

when you'd both gotten back to your apartment (which pretty much belonged to the both of you now), he'd sat down with you on the sofa. he kissed your hands gently and pulled you into his chest, the two of you sitting there together in silence for a few minutes — just in eachother's company.

he felt his stomach bubbling up with nerves but pushed them back down. nothing was going to ruin this moment. he cleared his throat to which you perked up, pulling away from him to look into his eyes.

"i don't know much about how to do these things without being awkward," he mumbled as his eyes looked anywhere but at you.

"i wanted this to be special and i know that it's been hard... dealing with me and all, but now i know that i can trust you. i really feel like.. like you understand me better than anyone else ever has before and i can confidently say that i love you."

he took a shaky breath, a smile plastering itself onto his face.

"i know we're still young but i truly think i want to spend the rest of my life with you," he went on as your eyes widened in fear somewhat. "th— this isn't a proposal!" he quickly reassured you, to which you calmed.

he pulled the box out of his pocket and presented the ring to you, "not a proposal — but a promise that one day, there will be one."

he watched as your eyes lit up, tears gathering along your waterline as you let out a choked sob with a smile. you hugged him tight and took the ring, holding it tenderly in your hands.

ethan watched as you slipped it onto your left ring finger, kissing his cheek and then his lips.

"thank you so much, eth. it's beautiful, i love you."

the brunette-haired boy looked away, bashful before turning back to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "there's honestly nothing i wouldn't do for you."

you admired the ring before glancing at his own left hand, "where's yours?" you asked with a frown.

he laughed awkwardly and chewed his bottom lip, "didn't have the money to get it but i knew i had to get yours today."

ethan looked up, confused as he saw you get up from the couch and heard the jingle of your keys. "where are you going?" he asked, his brows furrowed.

"we're going to get your half of the promise."

your boyfriend simply stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. "i don't have enough money though? i just said that."

you smiled at him, eyes squinted slightly, "i'm buying it. promises are fifty-fifty."

i loved writing this sm omg

[mrsaltieri-real]

Like a Virgin pt3 (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Warnings/s: 18+, smut, p in v, langauge, riding, first time, degradation, established degradation kink, premature ejaculation, praise kink, oral, (fem receiving) squirting, face fucking, (Ethan’s a needy, greedy little fucker whose found a love in eating pussy)dom!reader, basically pure filth, brief mention of Richie’s death and his father snapping, etc

Length: 2.5k

Here’s the third and final part of this little series. I had a lot of fun writing this part. A. Lot. Probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever fucking wrote and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you again for this request, anon!

Read part 1 HERE

Read part 2 HERE

Ethan couldn’t believe this was really happening. The last few years of his life were filled with nothing but pain and carnage. The grieving of his brother, his father snapping after the fact…

He knew why he was here, in the apartment you shared with Tara, Sam and unbeknownst to them, his sister. But in this moment, gazing up at your gorgeous face in awe as you gently rolled your hips across his slowly swelling cock, the feeling of your soft hands resting on his shoulders with your fingernails lightly digging into his creamy skin, all of that abandoned his mind completely. He just wanted to focus on you.

He felt anxious as he lifted his trembling hands to hesitantly rest them on your hips, feeling the tight arousal begin to slowly build up inside of him for the second time tonight. A small part of his brain was surprised that he was able to get hard again as his cock began to swell. Maybe you just had this kind of effect on him.

He’d wanted you for as long as he’d known you, craved you even. He’d been completely oblivious to the lingering looks and lustful gazes you had in turn been sending his way these last couple of weeks, although you had of course noticed his. Ethan was a lot of things but subtle was absolutely not one of them.

The feeling of your increasingly wet pussy sliding over him was already becoming almost too much for him to handle. You watched as his expression turned into one of pure concentration as his blunt fingernails dug into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a small laugh.

“You can’t cum just yet, you know? I’m not even fucking you.”

“I know.” He huffed a little, his voice strained. “It just feels really good.”

You smiled down at him, one hand moving from his chest as you lifted your hips, reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock in your hand, slowly guiding it to the entrance of your soaked hole. He let out a small whimper as he felt his tip gently rest just inside of you and your hand moved back to his chest, still hovering just above him.

“You ready?” You asked softly.

He wanted to move so badly, feel you envelop him entirely, squeezing and milking him. He had to stop himself, a sheen of sweat from the unbridled concentration beginning to form on his forehead and chest.

“Yes! Yes, just… please?” He spoke softly, utterly beautiful and almost already a complete mess.

“Please what?”

“Please take me.” He blurted out, unable to disguise his desperate need “Please take me.”

For some reason, him saying this made you let out a small groan, looking down at him with a deep want as you slowly, deliberately rolled your hips, sighing at the satisfying stretch as he slowly began to fill you. You watched his face all the while, his eyes fluttering and starting to roll back as his hands gripped your hips even tighter.

You are a dominating person, especially when it comes to sex. But this was Ethan’s first time and honestly, you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Not just yet, anyway. As you adjusted to him, you rocked your hips, sinking down onto him completely and making him let out a small, surprised gasp in the process as he felt your heat completely cover him

“Fuck,” you moaned gently, leaning back on top of him so he could see his cock buried inside of you.

Ethan’s eyes were now set on the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen; him completely engulfed by you. He stared, mouth slack as you began to grind and roll your hips, watching as his dick slid inside of your cunt with hungry eyes. “How’s it- fuck. How’s it feel?“ you asked, looking down at him with a small smirk.

“Oh- oh my god.” He was so sweetly hypnotised at the sight before him, feeling every part of your hot, wet cunt with his dick. It was almost too much.

“Look at me.” You demanded, leaning forward again to grip his hair between your fingers so he was forced to look at your face. As you did so, he felt your hard nipples graze over his and he shivered a little. “Tell me how it feels.”

“I- I can’t explain.” He gasped quickly, tensing up as he felt you very deliberately squeeze around him.

“Be a good boy and try. You’re my good boy, aren’t you Ethan?” Your face was inches away from his, one hand still gripping his hair and the other slowly moved between you and started circling your clit gently, applying the pressure that would make you squeeze him in just the way you knew he’d love. He let out a loud whimper at your praise and the tight, warm feeling, brown eyes huge and desperate.

“Yes, yes I’m your good boy, I promise.” He whispered shakily.

“Then tell me-“ another sharp grind of your ass made him almost begin to sob there and then. “- how it fucking feels.”

“Feels fucking amazing. You’re so tight. Squeezing me. I can’t- fuck-“ his voice was shaking and trailed off and you watched as his eyes screwed up and his hips thrust up into you, making you gasp and let out a surprised moan as he brushed that little spot deep inside of you with his tip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have moved, I’m sorry, I just- god, I just-“ he began apologising, fast and rambling with his voice rising and falling with every collapse of your hips as he opened his eyes and tears from the stimulation began to spill down his cheeks. You let out a breathless laugh, moving to place your hand over his mouth.

“It’s okay, baby. You want me to stop?“

His voice was loud but muffled as he practically yelled, “No, no, please no!” from behind your hand, his desperation for you only turning you on even more.

“Look at you.” You almost scoffed a little, moving your hands from his mouth to wipe the pathetic tears that stained his cheeks. “You’re fucking crying? So needy, so pathetic.” You laughed down at him, sighing as your head fell back whilst you continued to bounce on top of him, clenching and unclenching your pussy with every fall. Some part of Ethan was surprised he enjoyed you calling him pathetic, the words only making him throb inside of you desperately.

You felt him twitch, laughing to yourself breathlessly and shaking your head at him. “You’re not to fucking cum, not yet. Understand?“ the pathetic whimper that fell from him as he looked up at you pleadingly was endearing as fuck and it made the feeling of your impending orgasm loom even closer.

“Understand?” You said again, more firmly this time and he bobbed his head a little, the series of broken whimpers still falling from his plump lips. “You’re not cumming until I do.” You told him. “Now, I want you to match me, okay?” He blinked a little, streaming eyes falling down to watch how you rolled your hips and he let out a soft huff as he, much more tentatively this time, bucked his hips up as yours came down. He felt proud of the intense moans that came out of you and he continued to thrust into you, feeling himself press into something hard that resulted in you letting out a loud, almost pornograpgic groan, feeling yourself clench around him even harder, your fingers still desperately rubbing at your clit. This ended up being the result of him uncontrollably beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Oh god… oh GOD.” His head fell back into the pillow as he began to unload inside of you, a series of downright delicious whimpers and moans falling out of him as he coated your walls. He trembled as a loud sob escaped his lips at the feeling of your cunt milking him, writhing as his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry? Did I say you could cum?” You asked him. In all honesty, you weren’t at all mad. Seeing him like this, his curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his face twisted and him crying in pleasure was all the satisfaction you needed.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a small, slurred voice, his chest heaving as he gradually stopped twitching and writhing from under you, his cock slowly began to soften inside of you and throbbing dully. He suddenly blinked, realising what he’d done. “Oh.. you didn’t.. oh, fuck.” He felt angry at himself for not obeying you, not making you cum with his cock, but that was somewhat filtered out by the intense pleasure he was also feeling from his first time being that damn good.

“It’s alright, honey. Next time.” You lightly patted his cheek before climbing off of him and standing up, hearing him wince as his raw cock slid out of your dripping hole.

“No, no.” You could hear the frown in his voice and you turned down to face him, seeing him practically scramble across the bed to fall to his knees in front of you.

“What are you-“

“Let me?” He asked, eyes pleading as they flickered up to your face and to your leaking cunt, marvelling as he saw his cum spilling out of you. “Please let me?”

“I don’t know..” you sighed, raising an eyebrow down at him. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you not to cum. Why should I let you do this when you clearly want it so badly?”

“Please?” He begged again, eyes incapable of looking at anything else other than your pussy. “I can apologise better this way. Let me?”

You couldn’t help but smile down at him fondly.

“So fucking desperate, aren’t you? Wanting to eat your cum out of me and get me off.” He licked his lips a little, waiting almost impatiently for you to give him the go ahead.

“Fine then, get me off.”

He didn’t need anything more. His mouth latched eagerly to your swollen clit, almost making you fall backward. You gripped his shoulder for balance as he eagerly licked and sucked at your clit, cradling it between his soft lips. “Fuck, baby.” You sighed, lifting your leg and resting it over his shoulder so you could rest your hands in his hair, pushing his face against your cunt. His hands slid up your legs to grip your ass, holding him as close to you as possible as his tongue moved from your clit to delve into your hole that was stuffed with his cum. He moaned against you, tasting the mixture of both of your arousal on his tongue as he hungrily curled his tongue inside of you, looking up at your face to ensure it was okay.

“Mmm- fuckkkkk.” You moaned out, head falling back. Now he was past the shy, awkward stage and was now intensely eager and more confident in eating you out, the feeling was almost indescribable. His tongue was soft and velvety as you rocked your hips on his face yet again, his nose softly bumping against your clit. “Fucking filthy boy.” You murmured, fingers twisting in his hair as your head fell forward to look down at him. “Eating me so good, aren’t you baby? Making me feel fucking amazing.” He huffed eagerly against your cunt at your praise, moaning loudly against you as you began to grind your hips faster. “Use your fingers and rub my clit.” You instructed, feeling the coil inside of you close to snapping.

He moved his hand from your ass to do just that, his fingers sloppily running over your swollen bundle of nerves. This tipped you over the edge, your fingers yanking at his hair as you panted and moaned, uncontrollably grinding your pussy all over his face. He tried to keep up with the movements, not wanting to miss out on even a drop of your sweet juices as you let out a sound not even you had heard before and began twitching and writhing above him. Your sudden unexpected movements startled him a little and he began to move back from your pussy, eyes almost alarmed.

“Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop.” You almost shouted, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his face back to your quivering cunt. He obliged, attaching his lips to your clit once again and sucking nice and hard, humming softly against you and sending vibrations through your core.

“Oh, fuck baby, fuck yes.” You cried out, legs trembling as you not only came practically sobbing Ethan’s name as you rode and fucked his pretty face, but did something that had never happened before. You weren’t sure if it was because he was genuinely good, or the fact it was the knowledge that the guy hungrily sucking at your clit was Ethan, but something inside you snapped and you began squirting against his mouth as your whole body convulsed, a series of loud and unfiltered cries of pure ecstasy falling through your lips.

Ethan greedily lapped up your spraying juices, eyes still wide in surprise as he felt and swallowed how much came out of you.

You were shaking and still twitching as Ethan finished licking happily until you were clean and finished, smiling proudly in front of you as your leg dropped from his shoulder and you stumbled a little to sit on your bed.

“Jesus.” You sighed out, body still trembling uncontrollably.

“Are you okay?” His proud expression suddenly switched up to concern as he shuffled closer to you on his knees, resting a large hand on your shaking knee. “Oh, god did I hurt you? Was I not supposed to-“

“Shh, baby.” You said softly, smiling weakly and resting a shaky hand on his cheek. He leaned into it happily, his eyes closing at your touch. “I’m fine. I’ve just… never cum like that before.”

“Really?” He looked almost smug and you let out a small breathless laugh.

“Yeah, really. Don’t look like that.” You scolded him playfully before falling back onto your bed, trying to steady your breathing.

You felt the bed dip and then watched him as he laid down next to you, looking at your face all the while. You chuckled a little, lifting your hand to gently wipe your leftover arousal and his dried up tears from his chin and cheeks.

“Are you okay? This being your first time and all?”

“Oh, are you kidding?” The smile that broke across his face was infectious. “That was..wow. I don’t even think I can explain it.” His eyes were still huge and wild, glinting in the dim light. You rolled over so you were on your stomach, leaning over him to kiss him gently on his swollen lips. “You’re a good teacher.” He said as you pulled away a little to look at him.

“You’re a good student. Very obedient.” Your tone was approving and it made him grin happily.

“I liked doing what you told me.” He admitted almost shyly. “And I liked other stuff too.”

“What other stuff?” You pressed him, suddenly curious.

“Like when you uh…” he trailed off, shaking his head a little. “No, it doesn’t matter.”

“Come on,” you cupped his cheek in your hand, pulling his face back to look at you. “I’m not gonna judge you, what did you like?”

Ethan sighed a little. He couldn’t say no to you anymore, it just wasn’t possible.

“When you said I was… needy.” He spoke in a small hesitant voice. “… and pathetic.”

You raised your eyebrows at him a little, feeling oddly charmed by his little confession. “You liked that, hm?”

He nodded shyly, eyes still looking into yours. “More than I thought I would.”

“Well,” you said thoughtfully. “Maybe next time we can see what else you like.”

[peachoni]

_ surprise !

ethan landry x fmreader

summary: reader is away from ethan on a family trip for a week. little does he know that after class, he finds her in his bedroom

content warning: FLUFF, established relationship, afab reader, kissing/makeout, both parties get pretty handsy but nothing too sexual, no use of y/n (all pet names such as baby, love etc); pls lmk if there is anymore <3

an: ethan is clingy and needy 100000% i love him. i also might make a part 2 w/ smut but uhhh lmk if y’all would want that. i’m still new to writing pls be nice :’))

word count: 954 (not proofread)

Summer was near, finals being the only thing on everyone’s mind. That is not excluding your loving boyfriend, Ethan, whom you’ve been away from for almost a week. You had taken your finals a bit early which in and of itself was a difficult feat because you couldn’t really be with Ethan on the week following up to you leaving due to you having to study. You genuinely felt bad about it, and haven’t stopped thinking about him while being gone. Little did Ethan know, you came home 2 days early (obviously you wanted to leave early but you had your family to please also). On the ride back, you pulled out your phone and started texting your boyfriend. You’ve been pretty much glued to your phone since you’ve been gone.

me : ‘hey baby ! did sleep well ?’

E<3 : ‘hi love :) uhmm.. i slept okay.. your not here so it’s kinda hard :(’

his reply was very predictable yet it cause a blush and cheesy grin to cover your face

me : ‘mm yea i bet. its been hard for me too hun :( but i will be home in a few days. well i gotta go y’know.. be with the family but i will call you later !’

me : ‘oh ! and good luck with your econ final, you got this !’ 

You set your phone in your lap as you looked out the window to see some familiar scenery, Blackmore University quickly coming into your view. Quickly getting back to your dorm upon arriving so you could pack yet another bag because you had full intent on staying with Ethan for a while because you knew he wouldn't oppose in the slightest. You looked at the clock, 5pm. ‘I still have 2 hours..’ you mumbled to yourself before deciding to grab your stuff and start to head to Ethan’s dorm. Putting your headphones over your head as you played your on repeat playlist on Spotify. Listening to the same songs over and over never hurt. The walk was relatively peaceful, excitement filling your body as you approached Ethan’s dorm building.

You walked in with your bags after scanning your id, a few passing students holding the door for you in which you return a smile and a soft ‘thank you’ to them. You quickly made your way to Ethan and Chad’s dorm, unlocking it with the extra key that Ethan had given you since your here all the time. As you looked around the dorm you scoffed; ‘They can’t keep this dorm clean to save their lives’ you spoke to yourself before walking to Ethan’s room. Humming softly to music that playing in your headphones as you set all your bags down in front of his dresser. You smiled to yourself as you became surrounded in the smell of Ethan. A little time passes and you realize that you have a good amount of time before Ethan arrives so you clean up the dorm since you knew Ethan or Chad didn’t plan on doing so anytime soon. After you finished cleaning up, you plopped on the bed and don’t even realize you started to doze off before eventually falling asleep after covering yourself in the blankets.

Ethan sighed heavily as he made his short walk back to his dorm, a little stressed over the final he had just finished but hey at least this year is over know right? He eventually reached the dorm, fumbling with his keys before unlocking the door and walking in. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before heading to his room; opening the door and his eyes widened when he saw you laying in his bed, thinking he was dreaming. Immediately dropping his things before slipping into the bed behind you and wrapping his arms around you, being careful not to wake you. Hours pass and you try to stir but to no avail which cause you to wake up. You look back and you saw Ethan, a big smile growing on your face as you made eye contact with him. “Surprise!” you said happily, you voice still thick with sleep. Ethan laughed as his hands gripped your hips, flipping you both before he was on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not breaking the eye contact with him. He leaned down and connected your hips which you happily followed along suit. Small laughs filled the room and you closed your eyes as Ethan slid his hand under your shirt and rubbed your skin tenderly, inching his hands to your breasts but you just let him continue since you’ve been away from him; might as well indulge him a little. You kissed his neck softly, eventually darkening the longer you stay occupied there. You moan softly as he started to grind onto you which made you push his shoulders gently. “Woahh there tiger. Gettin’ a little ahead of yourself there huh?” you whispered and you laughed at the pout form on Ethan’s lips before a whine came from him. “B-But Chad’s not hereee... And I missed you so much.” he whined which made you hum softly, reaching your hand up to play with his soft curls. “Maybe if your good for me after a little while... we’ll take it further hmm?” you respond as you examined his facial expressions. “Fine.” he murmured before you got up and looked at him and holding you hand out to him. “Come on, lets eat and you can tell me about your week. Couldn’t have been too eventful without me.” you teased and you walked out of his bedroom hand in hand. God your so happy your back with him.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Okay I saw you want more submits talking about pure filth so I had an idea.

I honestly feel like Ethan Landry would be like seriously into pussy worship. Like he’d want to go down on you all of the fucking time but like in a very submissive way? I’m talking him on his knees while your stood up with your hands in his hair, pulling his face into your pussy and fully grinding all over his face. He’ll do it till he can’t fucking breathe anymore with tears literally rolling down his face but he just can’t get enough of it and he’d 100 percent cum just from eating you out without you even needing to touch him.

Just popped into my mind and who best to share this idea with than the smut queen?

Smut queen eh? How sweet are you! 

For real, you got inside my head Anon so fuck it. You get to have a piece. This is what I am talking about, requests are closed but if you send in something that sparks the inspo then my brain will RUN with it! Ethan has a mouth made for eating pussy, those lips are built to cradle clit I swear to God. I did this all in one go, so let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.4K. Ethan Landry X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Ethan Is A Needy Slut. Begging. Eating Out. Pussy Worship. Praise. Dirty Talk. Crying. Grinding. Face fucking. Premature Ejaculation. Ethan Creams His Jeans Hands Free. 

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Pay Your Respects.

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You don’t think you have ever met a guy as needy as Ethan Landry, hell you aren’t sure there is any man you haven’t met who could top him in that regard. He wants, he pines, he craves and he begs so fucking prettily, just like he is right now. He was going to come over and you knew he would be there soon, you thought you had enough time for a shower, you miscalculated, which meant that he came over before you could, still wrapped in your robe before you could clean up. You let him in and as soon as the door closed he was on you, poor thing couldn’t hold back, needed to kiss you by way of greeting. 

It makes you laugh against his mouth, saying a playful and amused, “Hey there-”, between kisses. He returned the greeting, far more out of breath than you were, “Hi.” 

It had been all of two days since you saw each other but he was acting like it was a month apart. You returned his affection, pressing nearer, arms wrapped around his neck, leaning up, fervent presses of your mouths together, teases of tongue before you break it, pull away and ask, “How are you?”

“M’ fine.” It was a lie. He looks so upset that you weren’t still kissing him, a look akin to a kicked puppy, sad eyes and a pout that could break almost anyone's heart, make whomever want to give him whatever he wanted to put a smile back on his face. He has something in mind, the short clipped answers and his overall body language communicating that. You asked, “You don’t wanna talk?” 

A shake of his head and you hum, “Hmm what could you want,-” His hands are on your waist and your fingers toy with the soft curls at the base of his neck, “-what could you want…”

He had been holding eye contact with you the whole time you stopped kissing him but now he breaks it, eyes dropping down, a brief flick that you catch. Corners of your lips quirk up and you let him go, your hands slide down and you start to open your robe, you ask quietly, “Have you eaten?”

“No.” He responds quickly, his eyes watching every single move of your fingers, watching you untie the belt, pull aside plush pastel fabric, enjoying every single inch of skin that is revealed to him. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“Starved.” He admits, voice clearly strained and you grin at how needy he is just seeing your body partially exposed. 

“Get on your knees.” 

He drops down so quickly that you are sure it hurts his knees. You slip off the robe, let it pool around your feet and his hands are on your hips, he is dipping his head and moving so fast and you tell him, “Wait!”

He suppresses a whine, big brown eyes staring up at you, positively pleading and you lead him, commanding, “Slow down.”

Doing as directed he takes it slower, leans in, moving lower, his hand slides down your hip, over your ass, under your thigh he pulls, giving him more access to you. Lips meet near your knee and he starts to kiss up your inner thigh, looking up at you the entire time, gauging your reaction, waiting, hoping that you will give him the go ahead. "Please?"

"Please what?" You ask and he asks again, "Please let me eat you out? Let me make you cum. I'm dying, I need it-"

You let him squirm, wait until he is literally doing so, lips so close to where he wants and where you do too, when you finally say, “Go ahead.”

His mouth latches onto you so fucking fast. 

You abandoned shame in regards to him eating you out before you can shower a long time ago. He seemed to love it much more that way, the reaction he has to the natural smell of you is as if he gets high on it, the taste of you better than any meal. That first swipe of his tongue through your folds he moans loudly, pornographic, desperate. Your leg ends up over his shoulder, your fingers buried in his hair as he settles in, finds his rhythm, he is so fucking good at this. He wants nothing more than to please you, to worship you, show all of the reverence a human being can solely with his tongue buried in your cunt. 

A roll of your hips, grinding against his face, you pull on his hair, hard, he groans as you yank him nearer, bringing him closer. He loves to tongue fuck you and his enthusiasm makes you love it too, him trying to get himself as deep as he can in you while you grind your engorged clit against his nose, the pleasure spikes with every push of your hips and flex of his tongue. Your head falls back as you moan his name and his head is swimming, he is painfully hard in his jeans, aching, trying to keep breathing but he wants to please you more. You fucking his face like this makes it no easy task but he doesn’t care, he just wants you to cum on his face, it’s more important than air. 

He feels how you pulse on his tongue, getting wetter, leaking down his chin, you shiver, tugging on his hair, panting and moans getting louder and louder. He feels light headed, he isn’t giving up, he works harder, he takes your direction further. You lead him, jerking his head up by his hair, he sucks your clit deeply and he can tell you are nearly there, close to cumming in front of the door of your apartment. 

“Ethan, fuck, such a good boy, m’ so-so close. Don’t stop!” You rush it out on a single exhale, you gasp after that, back starting to arch and he knows, it is almost like he can feel it, feel your impending orgasm, as if it is giving him pleasure too, his tied to yours.

Bucking his own hips as he sucks and licks. It hurts, he needs to get his pants open but he is helping support you, he can’t let you fall or lose your orgasm, not after all this hard work, he just can’t, it’s unthinkable. He is grinding against the seam of his jeans and the zipper, it hurts but the stimulation even if it is painful, it isn’t all hurt, the undercurrent of pleasure and pressure, the sounds you make, your taste and you being so near to your end does it. 

He overflows in more ways than one.

He cries, tears spill down his cheeks from his own release happening in his pants, overstimulating, achy and unsatisfying as well as the lack of air. The load is impressive, his underwear feels uncomfortably plastered to his skin but he doesn’t think of any of that. He is focused on you, the fact that you are now cumming on his tongue at the tail end of his own ruined orgasm. You are panting out his name and he wishes he could have that on a tape to listen to on repeat. He loves how you say his name as you draw out every ounce of your climax on his tongue.

You finally, finally come down, your hips stop, you aren’t grinding now, no longer fucking his face, sucking down a deep breath trying to regain some composure. He gasps for air and it makes you look down at him for the first time in several minutes, his face is soaked. Slick, drool, tears, lips parted, hair a wreck, he looks blissed out and totally happy, the definition of pussy drunk. 

“Awe my poor little crybaby.” You say fondly around a laugh, light, musical, your leg comes down off his shoulder, confident you can stand on your own legs safely, “You okay honey?”

He nods, your hand slips from his hair and goes down his face, you cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, half smile on his face as he noses against your palm. Your thumb swipes over his bottom lip before you tilt his chin up, “You did amazing, you want your turn now?”

His eyes had closed in contentment from you touching him but upon you saying that they fly back open, “Uhh, no, no I’m okay-”

He shifts and you notice he looks uncomfortable and that is when you catch the wet spot on his jeans. You could tease him, you could be mean, instead you offer, “You wanna join me in the shower?” 

Ethan jumps at the chance. He doesn’t know what he will change into after the shower but getting to help you clean up and the prospect that maybe he can go back down for seconds makes any other thought impossible.