#ethan fiction

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Bloody knuckles gripping throat

Pairing: Ethan x Vic x Fem!Reader

summary: you make a mistake which really pisses off Ethan. Him and Vic both decide that you deserve a quick, post gig punishment 

word count: 2k

contents: SMUT, choking, spanking, rough sex, BLOOD KINK

author’s note: my attempt to go back to writing, please be nice to me 💗

Måsterlist | tåglist | my chapter story

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You stood backstage, watching their performance when suddenly a chill went down your spine. 

“Fuck…” you mumbled and bit your lip.

During their makeup, Ethan asked you to go to the sound guy, and tell him that something was off about Vic’s bass and his mics during rehearsals. As at every festival, there was absolutely no time, people were running around, trying to get outfits ready, spray hair, fix eyeliners and push them out on the stage at the perfect moment. You simply forgot. The sound guy was standing on the other side of the stage, convinced that everything would work just fine. 

The first notes of “La paura del buio” and…something was off. Ethan frowned, Vic looked at him, but they both kept playing. You felt the warmth in your cheeks and ears, your face was getting red. You were fucked. 

You’ve been their assistant for over six months, but with Vic and Ethan alone, you made a bit less conventional arrangement on top of your regular job. Both of them liked the rough play, and sometimes it was too risky and tiring to go out and find someone, whenever they were in the mood during the tour. One evening you three had a bit too much wine and one thing led to another. Since then, you were their toy, which they could use whenever and however they pleased. But it wasn't just about fun. You often helped them with frustration and anger, but it was never aimed at you before. Deep down, you knew it was soon about to change. 

Your racing heart muffled the rest of their performance. All you could think of is how much did you piss them off with your incompetence? They finished the last song, bowed and ran off the stage. They were all sweaty and half-naked, as usual during gigs in the middle of the summer. Thomas and Damiano walked past you, busy with their conversation. Vic put her bass away and clicked her tongue, sending you a dead stare as she slowly shook her head in disapproval. Before you had a chance to say anything, Ethan joined them as the last one. His chest was glistening from sweat, his eyeliner was a bit smudged. His dark eyes were pinned in you. You’ve never seen him this mad before. His usually soft expression was gone, replaced by coldness, disappointment and anger. 

“Come here.” He hissed, grabbed your arm and pushed you into the changing room. You stumbled and fell onto the couch. 

Vic followed and shut the door. She hooped on the makeup counter, with her legs spread wide, dangling from the table top. She leaned against the mirror and watched you with an expressionless face.

Ethan was towering over you, his hands resting on his hips. Only now you noticed that his knuckles were cut, and both of his hands were dripping dark blood. 

“Which part of ‘get this shit done’ you didn't understand?” He asked in a low voice, his nostrils flaring up.

“I'm really sorry…there was so much going on that…” he didn’t let you finish. He gripped your neck and lifted you up. You gasped as your airflow was cut off for a moment. He loosened his grip as you stood in front of him.

“I don't give a fuck. It ruined the whole performance. Damiano was off-key, and Thomas had to save guitars with his solos. It was pathetic and it’s all your fault.”

He was talking quietly, his lips were only inches from yours, and the tone of his voice indicated how angry he really was. There weren't many things you could do to annoy him. After all, Ethan was known for his calmness, even in the worst scenarios. But when it came to disappointing fans and ruining a gig they practised for so long?  You were scared to disobey him once again.

“It’s too late for anything now. The only thing you can do is make it up to us and take the punishment,” he smirked, watching your big eyes as you eagerly nodded. “Use your words, you dumb slut.” He hissed.

“Of course, I’ll try my best to make it up to you.” You mumbled.

“You better.” Vic scoffed.

Ethan pushed you down on your knees and looked at you. 

“So pathetic…look what I did to my hands, trying to save the gig.” 

You kept staring at his big, veiny hands, and the dark, fresh blood covering them. You swallowed hard. He knew you were not opposed to what was about to happen. You did it many times before.

“Clean them for Daddy.” He smirked down at you and moved his hand closer. 

You nodded with a smile and took his big hand in yours. You started with small licks, to which he hissed as you dragged the tip of your tongue over the wounded skin.

“Gently…” he mumbled in a raspy voice.

You kept kissing and licking his skin, before moving to his fingers. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, as you parted your lips, making his index finger disappear down your throat. You sucked on it slowly, watching him slowly lick his lips and frown. You let the finger go with a pop, and started sucking on another one. He gripped your hair and pulled you away. You sat back on your knees. Vic smirked at you, staring at your blood-stained lips.

“Seems like you're in the mood for sucking. I have something better for our whore.” Ethan grinned and unzipped his trousers. 

You gasped at the size of his already hardening cock, he gave himself a few strokes, before gripping your jaw.

“Open wide and make daddy proud.” 

He pushed deep inside your mouth, making you choke on him a little. He gripped your hair and immediately started moving his hips and grunting. You started moaning around him, feeling how hard he was and hearing his noises. Your panties were already wet. You felt the saliva dripping down your chin, as you tried your best to bob your head to the rhythm he showed you. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out, leaving you breathless and teary-eyed.

“You’re enjoying it a little too much.” 

He pulled you up and pushed you against the counter, bending you over the makeup table. You could see yourself in the big mirror you were facing. Right beside you was Vic, with her legs spread, and hand wandering over her inner thigh. 

“You won’t be able to sit for days when I’m done with you.” He mumbled and pulled down your jeans and your underwear. He kicked your legs apart and reached his hand to Vic. She spat on it and winked at you. Ethan spread her saliva over his cock and teased your entrance just for a moment.

“Dripping wet from all that sucking? Why am I not surprised? The only thing you're actually good for.” 

Ethan grabbed both your hips firmly and in one string push he entered your cunt. You screamed at the stretch, but only a few seconds later a wave of blissful pleasure filled you. He gripped your hair with one hand and yanked your head back,

“Look at yourself while I fuck you, look how pretty you look when you’re desperate for a cock.”

He sped up, fucking you with all his force, the room was filled with slapping and wet noises. You couldn’t stay quiet, even if you tried. He kept smacking your ass hard, leaving it all red and covered in his handprints. Your skin was stinging very badly, and tears started forming in your eyes. He gripped your throat and looked at your face in the mirror, thrusting his hips slower but definitely deeper than before.

“Oh I’m sorry, does it hurt? Did I do something wrong? Maybe now you’re gonna remember to always do what you're told?” He cooed, watching your eyes roll with his every thrust. Your cunt was stretched to its limits, tightly clenched around him. He pulled out, making your thighs shake.

“If you make Vic cum like a good girl, maybe I’ll let you finish” he smacked your red ass one last time, making you squeak from pain, and pushed you towards Vic.

“Hey, cutie,” Vic smirked and pulled you closer by your hand. She moved it closer to her lips and licked along your index and middle finger. “You know what mommy likes.” She parted her legs. Only now you noticed that she got rid of the underwear. 

You kissed her thighs, lifting the leather dress a bit higher. You moved your lips closer to her pretty pussy, before placing a kiss on her folds. She hummed and tangled her fingers in your hair. You sighed, letting out the warm air, directly on her clit. She bucked her hips forward, making you bury your face in her cunt. You knew what she liked and what she needed. You pushed the two fingers she licked inside her with ease, feeling how wet she was. Vic moaned and tugged your hair as you slowly sucked on her clit. You started curling your fingers and pushing them in and out faster, to match the rhythm of her hips. She was getting louder.

“Such a good girl, make mommy come…make mommy…”

Vic screamed and clenched her cunt around your fingers. You kept lapping on her folds until she came down and eased the grip on your hair.

“Good job, cucciola.” She smiled, stroking your cheek. Her face was pink and her eyes were still a little dreamy.

“I think we can let her have some fun now…” Ethan stepped closer and kicked your legs apart again. Your cunt twitched at the very idea of what was about to happen. 

“Yes, she deserved it.” Vic stroked your hair and dragged her hands lower to cup your tits. You bit your lip as she pinched your nipples.

Ethan pushed back in, picking up his pace from the moment he entered you. You screamed and wanted to rest your head against the desk, but Vic held your head up, looking into your eyes. 

“I want to see you cum, cucciola. I want to see how much you love his cock. You want daddy to cum inside you?” She cooed while holding your face. You incoherently mumbled, begging for him to go faster.

Ethan groaned loudly a few more times and came, slamming deep inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum. As you heard his moans, felt his twitching cock and the warmth spreading over you, you came with a scream, trying to keep looking at Vic’s face. Once you came down a little, he slipped out of you and kissed your back. Vic pecked your lips and smiled softly. 

“Fuck…” whispered, feeling your legs giving up. Ethan caught you before you collapsed. He carried you to the sofa and let you lay down with your head on his lap. Vic grabbed a wet towel and gently cleaned your body, leaving small kisses on every mark Ethan made. He kept stroking your hair, humming his favourite jazz song.

“You know that we’re not mad anymore? And that you’re not really stupid?” He asked with  a soft voice.

“I was hoping you forgave me.” You chuckled. 

“Of course, cucciola.” Vic kissed your tummy and smiled. 

Ethan lifted your chin so that you could look at his face.

“Just maybe listen more carefully next time, or at least pay more attention until your red ass heals a little.”

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[heraxic]

date night with wintersberg ft karl in a metallic/copper-colored suit

evie as they were leaving: ‘finally taking the TRASH OUT??’

i imagine (for karl esp.) the transition from being used to feeling and looking like shit to adjusting to a comfortable lifestyle would be pretty jarring sometimes

#re8 #re8 ethan winters #ethan winters #re8 karl heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #ethan x heisenberg #wintersberg #fanart #my art #sketch #playing dress up with fictional characters #person who guesses what the last panel is referenced from gets a million dollars

[astermath]

mark of mine ⋆୨୧˚

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you getting ready turns into something more intimate with your boyfriend. he doesn’t realize he’s about to go out with marks of your affection all over him.

word count: 1.4K

tags: established relationship, fluff, praising ethan for being the prettiest boy, him being so vulnerable to your kisses, marks of red lipstick, idk what else to put here lmao

notes: just a bit of a fluffy blurb, I’ll be trying out a new character soon but for now my ethan landry brain rot must be satisfied. please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related writing!

The room was filled with soft music, the smell of freshly applied perfume and dim, cozy lighting. The two of you were getting ready to head out with the rest of your friends to a party. Or, well, at least you were. Ethan was sat on your bed playing a mobile game, since all he really had to do was get dressed. Sometimes you envied him for not having to put in a lot of effort to look good, but then again, you did like the entire process of getting ready to go out.

You rummaged around your makeup bag, somehow not being able to find your favorite lip gloss, before you remembered you’d let Tara borrow it. You decide to look for something else, until your fingers came across a lipstick you hadn’t touched in forever. It was a gorgeous dark red, and you vividly remember begging your mom to get it for you when you were just a teenager. The memory brought a smile to your lips as the pads of your fingers touched the luxurious packaging.

You looked back into the mirror and took off the cap, twisting the lipstick up and gently applying it to your lips. The texture was smooth, creamy, the color resembling a deep, almost blood-like shade of scarlet red. It worked so well with your skin tone and your features, you wondered why you hadn’t touched it in so long.

You ran it across your bottom lip, twisting the lipstick back down again and putting it away before you rubbed your lips together, releasing with an audible ‘pop’. You admired yourself in the mirror, before a pair of familiar hands distracted you.

Ethan hummed softly, hands finding their place on your hips as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. “Hmm… You almost done? I’m getting lonely just sitting on your bed…”

You turn around to face him, hands sneaking up his chest and settling on his shoulders as your back bumped against the sink. “You’re so impatient…”

He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours, thumbs gently running circles over your hips. “Can you blame me?” He leaned further down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Hm… You look so pretty…” He smiled against your lips. Funny he was saying that right when he had his eyes closed to kiss you.

You returned the kiss, body relaxing under his touch. Of course he always thought you looked gorgeous, often sneaking glances at you even if you two weren’t talking, and complimenting you any chance he’d get. But seeing you all dolled up like this, it truly brought something out in him. And when you’d put on that fancy perfume, he’d always be all over you by the end of the night. 

You pulled away and held his face, eyes widening just a little at the slight red stain on his lips. Now you remembered why you didn’t wear this lipstick that much again, it was not transfer proof whatsoever. But that just gave you an idea...

You smiled gently and placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. A perfect kiss mark adorned his face, and he had no idea. “Hm... We have some time before we have to head out, right?”

“Wh... Oh, uh, yeah... I think so.” He always got so into kissing you, he sounded a little out of it afterwards. “Why?”

“No reason in particular, just wanna spend some alone time with my boyfriend.” You grinned, having to hold back a giggle at the sight of your lips marked onto his skin. You took his hand and guided him back to the bed, getting on his lap when he sat down, straddling his hips. Your dress hiked up just enough to expose your thighs, those gorgeous thighs he could never get enough of. Even now, his hands gravitated towards them, settling gently on the soft flesh.

You leaned in again, one hand sliding into his curly hair, gently scratching his scalp as you peppered gentle kisses over his cheek, before moving onto his jaw. “You’re so pretty...” You mumbled against his skin. You felt Ethan’s hands grip your thighs just a little harder, his hips shifting slightly at your words. He was so easily influenced by you, like your presence alone excited him. 

You dipped down to his neck, his breath getting caught in his throat when you kissed the sensitive skin below his jaw. His hands started moving back and forth, softly rubbing, almost massaging your thighs. 

“My pretty boy...” He could practically hear the smile on your lips when you whispered into his ear, shivering when you nipped at his earbud. The kisses on his neck got more intense, and he responded well to them, making sweet noises as reward for your efforts. He spoke your name softly, almost as a warning, as if to say “if we keep going, I’m going to have a problem”.

You pulled away, looking at him and feeling satisfied with the masterpiece you’d created on his face. He was a little flustered, pink cheeks decorated with deep red marks of your affection. Your lipstick was perfectly intact, but anyone else looking at him would quickly realize what you two had been up to before. 

You were rudely interrupted by a loud notification on your phone, startling you both. 

[chad]: r u guys coming or are u too busy fucking?

[mindy]: please don’t be fucking rn

[chad]: they’re def fucking

[tara]: U GUYSSS just get down here already it’s cold :’(((

You smiled at the screen and texted back a quick “omw!” before tossing your phone to the side.

“Alright, we should head out. The others are getting cold waiting for us downstairs.” You pressed a final kiss to his cheek before getting off his lap. Ethan’s hands remained in place for a moment, ghosting over where your thighs had just been, not fully registering your words yet.

“Right! Right, we should uh... Yeah.” He adjusted himself a little and grabbed his jacket as you put on your heels. 

You were already downstairs, waiting with the rest as you were trying to defend your case of not having sex with your boyfriend right before you were going out.

“Right, what else would have been taking you two so long?” Anika rolls her eyes and teasingly bumps her hip against yours. 

“I’m telling you, I seriously couldn’t find my phone!” You giggled.

“Alright, alright, let’s just hope he hurries up so we can actually go.” Mindy said, hands rubbing her own arms to keep herself warm a bit. “I love your lipstick by the way, I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

You smile at her compliment, and right as you wanted to respond, the sound of the front door opening interrupted you. Everyone turned to look at Ethan walking outside, a smile on his face as he waved.

“Hi! Sorry it took so long, I seriously couldn’t find my keys.” His smile faded a bit when he noticed everyone was staring at him. You felt your own cheeks heat up at the sight of his kiss marked face. In the heat of the moment, you’d completely forgotten to tell him to take it off, and now your alibi for what you were up to earlier was totally ruined.

“Are... You guys okay? Do I have something on my face?” Ethan questioned, oblivious as usual. Chad broke out in laughter at those words, and the rest followed soon after as you brought your hands up to cover your embarrassed face.

“Oh, man! You guys suck at lying!” Chad says between fits of laughter. 

Ethan opens the camera on his phone and his eyes widen at the sight. “S-Shit, I didn’t realize your lipstick rubbed off on me like that.”

Tara and Anika had already snapped multiple pictures of Ethan’s face, so there was no way either of you were ever going to live this one down.

“Alright, alright, very funny, haha.” You try to interrupt. “You might wanna go wash that off babe.” You look at Ethan, and he nods with a bit of a nervous smile.

“I don’t know girl, I think it’s a look!” Tara comments, and they all laugh again.

You rolled your eyes, but secretly, you agreed. 

That picture Anika took of Ethan became your lock screen soon after. 

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@kometqh 

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[fivesslut8]

When there fictional>>>

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[seraphinitegames]

Hi there! First, I just wanted to say I absolutely love Wayhaven Chronicles - playing/reading through the books is one of my comfort activities and I’m so happy to have found this series. As I was playing through book 1 again, I had a couple of questions about Murphy. I thought that Murphy stole then identity of someone else at the start of the game - is Ethan Murphy his real name? Sorry if I misunderstood! Also, if Murphy is caught at the end of book 1, is he being held at the facility near Wayhaven? We saw how they were punishing supernaturals in that book - are they treating Murphy the same? Totally understand if it’s too spoiler-y to answer that!

Murphy is not his real name, no. But he's not exactly forthcoming on giving up his real name, so he's still known as Murphy.

And yeah, Murphy is currently being held at the facility and is caged if he was caught. I'm sure the MC will get a chance for an encounter at some point in the future again...

Thank you so much for the asks and wonderful message! <3

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[mrs-mag1c]

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒

BILLY LOOMIS

"I Wanna Make You My Final Girl"

STU MATCHER

"When you scream, it drives me nuts If you hang up, I'll spill your guts"

PATRICK BATEMAN

All I Want For Christmas Is You

You and Patrick need to get ready for the upcoming Christmas party, but suddenly your preparation turns out into something spicy.

No One But You

Even a man like Patrick Bateman needs some love and care when he's sick.

ETHAN LANDRY

Ego Boost

ethan doesn’t understand why you’re limping

Surprise Getaway

Ethan loved you more than you could ever know, but the problem was he was trying to get himself to understand he could choose you over his family - someone who could give him a life of happiness and not murder. So when you surprise him with a trip to your cabin normally used for trips in the winter before you both go off to college, he finds out he could live a life with you he initially didn’t think was possible. And maybe, just maybe, he can get away from his family once and for all, and stay with you.

Ethan Landry As Your Boyfriend

I Understand Im Not The Only One For You

jealous and pouty ethan with a popular gf

BO SINCLAIR

Prom

Bo tries to do something nice for his s/o

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN

New Neighbours

eva practically begged kevin to go with her to welcome the new neighbors. just to mess with her, he went, but god was he surprised to find you.

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[honeymvnt]

I want it all [18+]

Ethan Hunt x !fem!reader

Words count: 3.4k

A/N: After hearing about the death of every member of his team, Ethan realizes that he’s the only one left alive, or at least this is what he thought before you found him again.

Warnings: Ethan in Mission Impossible 1 is a warning…. Jk, again this is a smut so you know what you’re doing.

This is for my Mav, girl I love you @mqverick 🎀

It was early in the morning when you came back to the apartment where you and the rest of the team settled down to organize the whole mission.

A lot have happened since the beginning of the operation and you couldn't come to think that everyone was dead.

The sequence of events went so fast that you found yourself roaming through the cold streets in the hope that no one was following you, with your thoughts glued on how everything went terribly wrong. The annoying taste of them was leading your mind to think about the only person you knew could've saved himself, Ethan.

It was around four in the morning when you quietly climbed the stairs of the building and the suspense was devouring you and you didn't even want to think about what you had to tell to Kittridge, how to deal with him and what have happened and why you were the only one left alive.

You were so focused on your own reflections, on your fears and preoccupations that you didn't even notice that there were two light bulbs missing from the lamp walls hanging at the end of the hallway.

You approached the room, making sure to be quiet enough not to make any noise but broken glasses echoed through the whole building when you stepped in front of the door.

The glass kept cracking under your feet and you hurried yourself inside to lock the door behind you as fast as you could.

The big room was still, weirdly still like never before. You looked on your left as you caught your reflection on the tall windows that were showing the beautiful Prague in front of them.

Your eyes scanned the area until when you noticed that somebody have been there before you.

"Ethan?" You called him, walking towards the table where his computer was open on some website you've never seen before. You tried to recall where you've seen the logo before but once again your eyes made their way down the book next to it. When you tried to reach for it a hand grabbed your wrist and within a second your back was pressed against the wall and your breath stopped in your throat before your eyes shot open to meet his.

He was alive. You knew it. With a gun pointed right in front of your face and his arm locking you againts the wall as if you were the enemy. He was different from when you've seen him a couple of hours earlier: his eyes were a bit red with such rage that you didn't even recognize yourself. Your heart started to pound against your chest when you noticed that he wasn't letting go of you as you thought he would've.

"Ethan... what are you doing?" Your voice was shaky, your eyes fixated into his while you tried to get rid of his grip but the muscles of his arms tensed even more, his eyes darkened and the gun followed you.

"Turn around" your lips parted, ready to protest but you couldn't believe at what was happening right there. As complicated as the situation was already, you didn't want to upset him even more and so, you did as he ordered you to.

Ethan quickly grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back while the gun was slolwy moved down your back and remained there.

"Who sent you?" His whole body was now against yours, pressing against your back, trying to get an answer out of you, an aswer you didn't even have since that all you did was coming back like the rules say.

"No one..." you replied, trying to understand his position in all of this.

"Bullshit" Ethan said and spun you around to face you again.

"Who the fuck sent you?" You shook your head almost with desperation as you heard the sound of the bullet loading the gun, ready to shoot if needed and you knew you had to make him reason and break whatever defense he was trying to build against you.

"No one, no one sent me" His eyebrows were frowned and his hands were putting even more pressure around your wrists as he dragged you into the bedroom.

"Ethan? I don't understand..." you confessed as he put the gun into his pants and started to move his hands all over you.

"Where have you been?" His voice was against your neck and his hands were having no mercy on your body as they moved from your legs, up to your stomach and under your breasts, looking for something.

"Ethan stop this..." you tried to move away but he didn't let you.

He did not care how far this was going and besides how scared you were and how in disbelief you were about the way he was acting with you, you found it almost arousing.

"Where have you been mm?" He asked you again, turning your body around so you were facing him once again. He held you in place, letting his intense gaze devour you whole, and waited for the answer as if everything in the world depended on it.

"I... I was- looking for you" you said trying to make him reason but he didn't seem open to that and held you with both of his big hands and pinned you down on the bed.

You were almost in tears but the excitement that you were still trying to deny from yourself was even worse. How could you even find something like this attractive? Yet, there you were, almost begging for more but hiding it with tears of fake terror.

"You were looking for me" he said quickly, while his hands moved down your waist and squeezed your hips.

You unconsciously let out a whimper when he did that and his eyes immedialtly looked up towards yours. He tilted his head and a smirk made the corner of his lips curl like you've never seen before. All of this was new to you and you were still trying to process the previous hours you've spent roaming through the streets, hoping to find him alive, safe.

"You were looking for me?" Ethan asked while his hands forcefully spread your legs in front of him and his body was once again pressed against yours.

He was staring down at you, studying every single emotion you were letting out, the slightest noises you were making because of him and you haven't even noticed how hot you felt when he hovered above you in such way.

You swallowed hard and your lips parted to speak, to at least try to ptotest but as humiliating as it was right now, you wanted it, you wanted it real badly and he knew it.

Maybe he knew it all along, before all of this mess, before the whole mission. Maybe he wanted you for so long that the shock of losing you made him so scared and mad that he needed to be like this to have you.

Or maybe he knew something that you didn't and it was hard for him to trust you.

"Not speaking again?" Ethan grabbed your cheeks with a hand and forced you to stare at him "who sent you?" He asked once again but you gave him no answer.

He let go of your face and moved his hands roughly down on you again until when he found the end of your sweater and took it off of your body.

He looked at you and devoured you with those eyes of his as you noticed how his breathing fastened and his hands were desperately trying to touch all of you.

"You like this..." he said frowning when his attention focused on the way your body was responding.

He wasn't happy about it, obviously because he knew there was something wrong going on but you were not talking, you were simply not giving him what he wanted from you.

Ethan held your chin and spoke again with that tone that was making you dripping wet "you like being treated like this" his jaw clenched and your lips parted looking at his.

His hand slowly moved up your cheek and your eyes were not leaving his, not even for a second before he crashed his lips on yours. Never in your life you had such a kiss and only god knows for how long you've been waiting to be kissed by him like that.

He was so fast that without even realizing his hands were holding your thighs around his waist and his lips were roughly kissing all of your body.

You weren't able to form a single sentence nor a single thought besides embracing what he was doing to you.

When his hands reached for your trousers he quickly pulled them down your legs, until your ankles before tossing them away.

His mouth was consuming you in the most lustful way a human can even imagine and you couldn't help yourself but moan his name, bite your lips and wrap your legs around him even tighter.

You both didn't know how desperate you were for each other until now. You didn't know what the hell was going on in this room and how many people were looking for the both of you by now and you didn't care about it, just like you didn't care about how wrong this was, considering the circumstances.

He kissed your lips over and over again, forcing his tongue into your mouth and you weren't hesitanting to let him have you.

"I saw you dying" he said panting, between a kiss and another while your hands moved down his, still clothed, chest.

"It doesn't matter" you kissed him back and took off his shirt before he held your waist and pulled you even closer to his body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and with a swift move you were now on top of him with one of his arms was holding you in place.

"It does matter..." he said after you, looking up at you waiting for an answer but instead, you moved on his lap and spread your legs while your hands undid the buckle of his belt.

"It does..." he continued but a moan escaped from his lips when you kissed his lips again.

"Does it?" You asked confidently now, but when his hands run up your back and his mouth moved down your neck, until your chest, you lost it.

He felt the tension in your muscles and smirked against your skin.

"Yeah...it does" he whispered and his fingers moved along your sides, making their way down your thighs as you shivered and arched you back towards him. You bit your lips at the feeling and your eyes fell shut when he reached the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your thighs.

The anticipation was killing you, making your lungs suffer from the heavy breathing and your mouth wet at the thought of kissing him again. You didn't even want to confess how sensitive you already were just because of all that happened, how quickly it was happening and how insanely attractive he was.

When his cold fingers touched you right where you were needing him the most, without even a warning, your hands suddenly tightened on his shoulders and the moan that you let out made him bite his lips to kill his own.

He spread your wetness all over your folds and you tried your best not to let out a sound , just to prove him that you could've resisted if you really wanted to.

Ethan was watching you, your every expression of pleasure he was causing you, your every movement and sound and you knew he wanted you more, he needed more.

"Let me hear you" he demanded, pinning you down on the bed again, making a moan escape from your lips while his his fingers started to stretch you out and his eyes were locked into yours.

"Fuck-" you said before taking a deep and quick breath

"Yes just like that" he smirked down at you and started to kiss your lips, going lower and lower.

You were struggling beneath him but it was the kind of struggle that turned him on, the kind of effort he liked from you and he was just as good as you imagined at making you sweat for it. Yes you've been imagining this all along and you were craving for it. You were dying to feel all of this, to feel him and the more you thought about how many fantasies you had with him the more you felt turned on by them.

His hands were caressing your skin, gripping on it to make sure to leave a mark afterwards so you had no other choice than stick with him.

"Ethan-" you gasped when he started to slide his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the right spot and make your eyes roll back. Your hips started to move along with his pace until when you didn't even realize that he had stopped moving and you were just riding them yourself.

He watched you with amusement and excitement, feeling his cock throb just at the thought of how tightly you were gripping his fingers inside of you and how wet you were getting after each pump of them.

His hand moved down to remove his boxers and free himself from the struggle.

You kept rolling your hips forward before he wrapped his huge arm around your waist and quickly switched position so you were on top of him again.

He looked up at you with eyes full of thrist for you and all you did was wrapping your arms around his neck and kiss him, bringing your body even closer to his so your chest was pressed against his.

Your hands slowly moved down his torso before you glanced down at him and he captured your lips in his again.

You adjusted yourself on his lap, biting your lips even harder than before, feeling his hard cock right against your stomach.

"Ride it" he said looking up at you and only then you noticed how bright they were, how much desperation he was holding back since the first moment he met you. He would've begged you if needed but as excited and ready as you were, you preferred to save it for another occasion.

You slowly stood up from him and placed both of your hands on his shoulders while his moved up your back, to bring you closer. He gently helped you down on his cock as you bit your lips to kill another desperate moan, trying to let your mind ignore how big he was and just take it as deeper as you could.

"fuck-" he groaned holding your hips in place, breathing heavily against your skin as you whined at how well he was stretching you out, feeling it throb in anticipation when your wet walls started to grip onto him for dear life.

The pleasure was taking over you as your mind was taken away by his images scrolling right in front of your closed eyes before you suddenly felt his hand moving up your stomach to cup one of your breasts and squeeze it lightly.

"Ethan-" you moaned feeling how hot his skin was against yours and how his lips parted when you looked back at him. Your movements became sloppier when he kissed your mouth and moved down to nibble on the skin of your chest while his hand slowly made its way up to the back of your neck.

"C'mon babe" Ethan said breathless as he noticed how much you were struggling to take it but you were so close to the edge, so close to let it go but holding back to make it last longer.

"I can't-" you cried out as your head fell backwards and  your nails dug into his skin before he held you down on the bed once again.

He was still inside of you but he was staring at you, at how beautiful you looked right beneath him, with your cheeks changing shades of pink and your long dark lashes touching the top of your eyes.

"You're so... beautiful" he whispered, bending down to kiss your cheek but moving down your neck to kiss you as if he knew this would've been the first and last time you were doing this.

Your eyes fell shut and all you felt was your body melting within his, the hotness of his skin and the tension in his muscles as he held himself right above you.

"Please Ethan..." you whispered as your hands moved down his arms and his eyes returned to yours and sparkled at your words.

You were trying to read him, to understand what was going on through his mind while he was looking at you like this, if he was even aware of what was going on but his lips were too tempting and you found yourself putting your thoughts aside and kissing him before he started to move back and forth.

"Please?" Ethan asked against your lips as he felt how your grip tightened around his arms and you nodded in response, keeping your eyes closed to savor the moment.

His thrusts were slow and torturous, making yourself wetter and his movements smoother inside you.

“Faster” you moaned and he didn’t hesitate to give you what you asked for.

Ethan sped up his pace, holding you down and hitting the same spot repeatedly to make you arch your back for and more, making your eyes wet with tears and your body burn beneath his.

One of his hands was holding your thigh around him and the other was still holding you in pace as yours were tightening even more around the skin of his arms.

Your chest was rising and falling quickly and the noises he was making were only driving you insane and dangerously close to your break point.

“I wanted you for so long” Ethan said closer to your ear before kissing your jaw and moving down your neck.

His words filled your heart, wrapped around it and squeezed it between your lungs as you felt his love embracing you. You gave in even more.

Your walls clenching over and over again around him, making Ethan’s eyes fall shut and his grasp on you even tighter.

“Me too…” you confessed and watched him move above you as if it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen in your life and it really was.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing uncontrollably as he keep sliding in and out of you, kissing your lips, trying to be as quiet as possible but it was impossible.

“I’m- going to…” you managed to say between a gasp and another but Ethan kissed you and spoke up again before you could.

“Let go for me” the way he made you shiver just with those words was all you needed to reach the peak.

Your lips parted again and tears steamed down your cheeks before he buried his face in the crook of neck and moaned your name.

“Oh god-“ Your walls clenched painfully as you came all over him and he emptied himself inside of you, groaning against your skin and breathing heavily as pleasure washed over the two of you.

He didn’t move away yet and his eyes slowly met yours once again and you really couldn’t help yourself anymore but smile at how they sparkled at you.

Ethan smiled back at you and hugged you as tight as he could.

All the tension that the night had built, all the losses that you both went through, the fear you experienced when you knew everyone didn’t survive and the joy that hit you when you saw that he was still alive, waiting for you with terror in his eyes as if you were a ghost coming back to take him with you or even an enemy… it was all gone.

You held him with all the strength left in your body and his hand stroked your hair, his lips trailed kissed down your neck as he spoke to you.

“I thought I’d lost you” you smiled at his words and tears fell down your cheeks once again.

“You will never lose me” you met his eyes as you cleft your heart talk to him “never”.

He smiled back at you and kissed your whole face, making sure not to leave any spot unkissed before he laid down with you and held you close to him, to make sure nothing could’ve separated the two of you.

“Never”

#ethan hunt x reader #mission impossible #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise imagine #Ethan hunt image #Ethan hunt smut #mission impossible 1 #Tom cruise smut #fan fiction

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thelunahughes ‘I lose my mind when it comes to you I take time with the ones I choose And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you, yeah’ 💗 my 13

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njdevils: mom and dad?

⟶ thelunahughes: 😭 devils!

jackhughes: disgusting

⟶thelunahughes: WDYM YOUR THE BIGGEST SUPPORTER

⟶ jackhughes: LIARR

dixiedamelio: love this for you ☺️

⟶ thelunahughes: LOVE THIS FOR YOU TO 😉😉

⟶ dixiedamelio: STOP OMG

ninahischier: Ich liebe und vermisse euch beide

⟶ thelunahughes: Ich liebe dich !!!

_quinnhughes: did… did the devils account just call you mom and dad?

⟶ thelunahughes: i dont know anymore quinny 😀

edwards.73: YOU TWO JUST GO TOGETHER

⟶ thelunahughes: RIGHT

⟶ lhughes_06: THEY ARE ANNOYINGLY CUTE

⟶ thelunahughes: deal with it lukey 😙

Translate:

Ich liebe und vermisse euch beide - I love and miss you both

Ich liebe dich - I love you

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[marlinspirkhall]

I watched the unaired Selection pilots so you don't have to

But, if you want to, you can do so here, and here (password: “selection”), credit to Media Garage on YouTube

Edit: links no longer active

The Selection (2012)

Strong Hunger Games vibes throughout, the plain-text opening screen isn't helping

Stock-footage of rolling hills gets replayed way too much

ETHAN PECK?

Unlike in the books, America only finds out she's been entered into The Selection after she gets selected, so the plot point about the photoshoot & her radiant smile being the thing which gets her selected no longer applies, I guess

Everyone in the YouTube comments was saying that Aspen and Maxon were miscast & the actors' roles should have been swapped (... No comment. I believe in you, Mr Peck)

This castle is looks too small to fit 24 TV show contestants in it

Fiona, unprompted: “Can you keep a secret, America?”

America: “I have been known to”

Fiona: “I play the violin”

Okay? (This is actually a very sweet moment and, again, Fiona may be the best actress in this)

This episode covered a significant portion of the first book, out of order, which makes me wonder if the intention was to cover all 3 books in one series.

This almost feels like half of a film, making me wonder if someone adapted a film spec script into a tv show spec script

Apparently, Fiona has a secret child and Celeste knows about it, causing Fiona to drop out on day one and tearfully warn America to “trust no one, there's no such thing as friends here”- which is a fucking wild thing to say when she's probably the only contestant who's been nice to America so far & Celeste didn't even need to get to know her to know her secrets because she has spies anyway 😭

It's worth reminding you that they have been at the palace for one entire day total

You think Queen Amberly is being fleshed out in this version but... Hmm

Amberly appears to be the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes (she confronts Celeste about extorting Fiona, tells her "she would have gone home in due time" and to "leave America to me. Anything we do to try and separate them [her and Maxom] will only make him want her more")

Again: IT HAS BEEN A DAY

America sees her servant gathering all her dresses (none of which she has used yet, bar the yellow and green ones) including the iconic blue one from the book cover. America asks what's happening and the servant replies: “Prince Maxom's orders”

Cut to America's family. They open a box with a glittering pair of high heels inside. I guess this is supposed to mirror the part of the book where Maxom cuts off the stipend for 2's and 3's who are in the selection?

If you think this version feels unfaithful to the book, just wait until you see The CW's pilot

IT HAS BEEN ONE DAY

Runtime: one day 45 minutes

Final rating: 5/10, kinda long and stiff in places and the set design was all over the place. Felt like a Hallmark movie (the set design didn't help). Probably would watch another episode of this if it was a full series or a limited series of 3-6 episodes. A little script-doctoring and a better set would work wonders.

The Selection (2013)

I cannot stress enough: this version begins with a sex scene between Maxom and a servant

Okay, I got ahead of myself; it actually begins with another hunger-games-esque black screen with text on it, text which reads “Someday, in the future”, which is read aloud by a woman's voice.

We zoom in on a much roomier-looking castle on a hill, as a random whip sound effect plays (leading into the sex scene, in which no whips are present)

All the female servants in the palace are dressed in sexy maid costumes and I wish I was kidding

The world map explaining the history of Illea is CONFUSING AS HELL, but maybe they hadn't nailed down all the details yet. I'm genuinely not sure

ANTONY HEAD?

Aspen is introduced tied to a St Andrew's cross and being watched over by a guard. America asks the guard to free him, he chases her through the streets, she circles back and cuts Aspen down

America's selection is similar to the 2012 pilot, except Aspen is present. America asks her mom why she'd enter her into the selection when “You know I'm with Aspen”, so uh, I guess they're not keeping it a secret here.

There's also no mention of Aspen being of a lower caste than her, nor of America having a job other than the vague title of "laboring class" which hangs over them all, vaguely

This is a masterclass in editing and pacing. The dialogue is okay, but the added geopolitics make no sense. Any issues with this are smoothed over by the fact that the plot keeps moving forwards at a breakneck pace to keep you distracted.

The lack of breathing room would probably be too confusing for an audience who wasn't already familiar with The Selection

The set here is absolutely beautiful but unfortunately it gives me Merlin vibes, and casting Antony Head as the king does not help with this.

Maxon attempts to pull a Mr Darcy. He then tells America that if she runs away with Aspen, the guards will beat him to a pulp and they'll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. America suggests that she make the monarchy look good so the working class don't side with the rebels. Looks like we're going full Hunger Games.

Celeste's handmaiden seems way too devoted to her; they turn out to be lovers

Just when you think Maxon might start redeeming himself, we see the palace guards swarm Aspen and kicking him. Maxom stands nearby on his horse overseeing this so there's no question of whether he did it or not

Final rating: 6/10, I would absolutely watch another episode of this. It was an absolute mess, but I've seen teen wolf, so I'm not gonna pretend I'm above it.

This feels like the kind of pilot which would get greenlit just to attract hateviewers.

Summary:

Neither protagonist had red hair and neither adaptation was trying particularly hard to give it to her (2012: dark red box dye. 2013: blonde!)

These actors are doing their best and some of them even seem to be having fun (good for them)

In the 2013 pilot, the writers lampshade America running around “like an action hero”, but she promptly forgets how to do that by the midpoint of the episode, so w/e

It feels like the 2013 pilot was a reworking of the 2012 pilot, because there were too many similarities carried over from one script to another which weren't present in the original book, like Fiona having a secret relationship.

I forgot to mention that Aspen has a brother in the 2013 pilot. He seems to be adapted from the palace guard who has a relationship with one of the contestants in a later book.

I can't get over how fucking weird of a decision it is to make the kind and likeable love interest into a power-corrupt despot, but it does feel more true to an actual monarchy. I assume they were trying to give Maxon a bad-boy vibe, which doesn't make much sense because that's supposed to be Aspen's whole deal.

There was a whole subplot in both pilots where an advisor character is revealed to be working with the rebels at the end of the episode

Extremely funny to me that the 2012 pilot makes a point of mentioning that sex before marriage is illegal and the 2013 pilot opens with premarital sex with the prince regent

#The Selection series #The Selection #Kiera Cass #Anthony Head #Ethan Peck #dystopian fiction #YA fiction #undescribed #America Singer #Prince Maxon #long post

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dreamboat

jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 4

part 3 - point of no return

"Jack, buddy." Quinn called out to his brother, who was standing hovering around the sliding door that gave access to the backyard.

"Yeah?" he muttered, absentmindedly.

"Do you need me to go get the binoculars for you?"

"No, I think I can - What?"

"I know you're looking out to see if you can spot Coop and Eddy coming up." the eldest Hughes brother chuckled, joining him by the big glass door.

"I'm not, I'm just looking out into the lake." Jack nearly barked, an annoyed look on his face.

"Yeah, sure. I'm going to take a shower. When you're ready to stop sulking you should join the boys in the game room." Quinn winked, tapping his shoulder lightly.

"Hey!" he called out, waiting until his brother turned around, pointing towards him. "Fuck you."

His older brother grinned widely, walking backwards towards the stairs.

Ava wasn't supposed to be out for so long. The sun was setting. Where were they? What were they doing? Not knowing was driving him insane. Going over the possibilities in his head was like getting stabbed in the chest, which Coop would probably describe as drama queen behavior. Jack couldn't help it. Not when she had been his for so long. Not when he hadn't been taken seriously by her, all over a preconceived idea someone had most likely put in her head. He really wished he knew who had done it, who had made them sound so unreasonable. He had been hers way before he had been anyone else's.

Jack was about to call for a search party when he saw them approaching the deck. Ethan leaned in to whisper something into his best friend's ear and his hands closed into fists when Ava's smile grew and the little bastard winked at her, reaching out to slide the door open.

The two of them were caught off-guard when they were faced with the Devils's player, red-faced and pretending to clean the countertops.

"Jesus, Jack." she laughed, taking her hand to her chest. "You scared the living shit out us."

"Sorry." he muttered, his eyes lingering on his brother's friend's hand, resting on Ava's lower back. "Hey Eddy, I think they called out for another player to kick Duker's ass out there."

Ethan smiled slyly, rubbing her exposed skin softly. "Oh, I'm on it. You coming, beautiful?"

Oh, kid was testing his patience right there. Ava could tell something was making him angry, his nostrils flaring up ever so slightly. His mood wasn't affected by contract renegotiations, there had to be another reason.

"I'll help Rowdy over here and I'll join you in a minute." the brunette smiled.

"I'll take your word for it." he winked again.

What was that? Did he have an eye twitch?

The two friends were finally left alone, much to Jack's relief. He wanted to ask what happened so bad, but he knew he had no right to. It was private, it wasn't his business as her friend. Damn, it wasn't his business at all. Yet, there he was, hanging on her every word as she told him about the walk to their trusty old diving spot, the beautiful colors that were painting the sky, the cold water, waiting for her to give him something, anything.

Her cheeks were red, as was the bridge of her nose, her air in unruly waves, her blue eyes sparkling while she looked up at him. Oh, and those lips. Damn, they looked swollen. Ethan had done that. He was going to be sick and he knew she could tell his demeanor had completely changed the past few days.

"Jack..." she nearly whispered, grabbing his face with both of her hands. "What aren't you telling me?"

That I loved you when you had no front teeth. That I thought the dress you got made fun of for wearing at that one spring formal looked beyond stunning on you. That I didn't think you were gross when you had a runny nose for two weeks straight in the summer you turned ten. That I panicked when your grandparents sold their lake house because I thought we would never spend our vacations together again. That I worship you and your body like I've never worshipped any other deity before. That I haven't stopped thinking about kissing you again since that day in seventh grade.

Yet, he couldn't say it. Not back then because he wasn't worthy of her and she had never taken him seriously. Not now because she had apparently found someone that she liked. She'd immediately chalk up his confession to petty jealousy because he wasn't the only one she was giving her attention to.

"Nothing you should worry about, Coop." the Devils' player sighed, getting ready for her next move.

"You're so annoyingly private, you jackass." Ava protested, squishing his cheeks like she always did to annoy him. "I never know whst you're thinking, how the hell am I supposed to help you?"

"You just need to be there. I can't ask more of you." he replied, almost intelligibly, moving to remove her soft hands from his face. "Go, I'll just get some chips and I'll be right there."

The brunette tried to open her mouth to protest, but he shut her up with a stern look. That was his don't push it look. Her shoulders slumped as she made her way into the living room filled with rowdy young men. Luke and Quinn were nowhere to be found, and neither were Trevor or Cole. Then she spotted Ethan, his smile ever as dreamy as he stared at the screen, a controller in his hands. He had shown interest in her. He had made the first move. He wasn't Jack, no one ever would be, but he was nice and absolutely gorgeous. She couldn't go on feeling the way she felt about her best friend. They weren't in each other's orbit, why hold on to the way her chest ached every time his eyes set on her.

Mark's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, loverboy, aren't you supposed to be cuddled up with the honorary Hughes right now?" the boy teased, getting everyone to join in hooting and whistling.

I shouldn't be listening in. But she wanted to. She felt like maybe he could be her out of the endless Jack cycle. He had kissed her promptly, complimented her on everything and told her he would love to go back to "their little spot" soon. It was embarrassing how good that made her feel.

"Alright, alright, you bozos, calm down. It's not like it leaves the lake house." Ethan interrupted them, not giving them a second of his full attention?

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I mean, it's not heading anywhere, so you should stop with the teasing."

What now?

"Why not? You're single, she's single." Mark shrugged. "Plus, I think she might be one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."

"Oh, yeah, she's gorgeous." Dylan added, smashing a couple of buttons with his fingers.

"I never said she's ugly, dumbasses. She's obviously got a beautiful face."

Oh no. Oh no. I know what comes after that.

"She's just not my type."

Wait.

"Dude, be serious. You've been flirting non-stop and now you guys disappeared for a while all alone." Rutger called him out from the ottoman, munching on gummy worms.

"Yeah and I've been on a slump lately with girls, so a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." he shrugged simply.

"That's actually insane, bro."

"You guys think we can hang out outside of this property and not get mocked? Especially me?"

"For what, Eddy?" Mark asked, clearly annoyed.

"I'm an athlete. I'm fit. I like to stay fit. I like to look good. And Ava's great, really. She's just... Too big for me."

There it is.

Ava's heart sunk to her stomach, the feeling that her throat was closing up stopping her from speaking. Oh. The big girl. Of course. God forbid he was seen with her in public. It was embarrassing. Just like all the other boys had said before him, she was nice, she was gorgeous, but she wasn't taking care of herself, she didn't live a healthy lifestyle, she couldn't possibly enjoy outdoor activities like them, or exercise for that matter. They liked her, she was so easy to talk to, she had such a nice laugh, yet they wouldn't hear the end of it if they introduced her to their families or friends. Same story, different little tweaks to it.

Several of the guys gave him dirty looks, but he wasn't paying enough attention to care. Beside her, a body came to a halt, stiff as a board.

She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Or what he was about to do.

"Get out." Jack growled, loud enough so everyone could hear him.

All heads were turning towards the entrance, where they both stood, Jack stepping in front of her and hiding her face from their pitiful and remorseful stares.

The color had drained from Ethan's face. He got up and tried to move towards them, towards her, but Jack's cold glare made him stop in his tracks.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I -"

"I said get out." the Devils' player repeated himself, this time louder, more forceful than he had ever sounded.

"Listen, this is between Ava and I, you've got to back off, bro." his little brother's friend daring to meet them by the archway where they stood.

The brunette held her head up, meeting his eyes from behind her human shield of a best friend.

"It's okay, Ethan. You've made yourself clear." Ava managed to say through her teeth, not backing down, even though the amount of eyes on her at that specific moment terrified her. "I just wish you hadn't made me believe it was any different than this. I'm not apologizing for my appearance. My thighs are strong. My arms are toned. I work out every day, and even if I didn't, it still wouldn't be any of your business. You have every right to have a preference. Just don't try to play it as a concern for my health. It sets back years of healing and I'd rather not waste time on it. I'm fat and I'm at peace with it."

"Ava, I'm not a man-" his sentence was interrupted by Jack's fist colliding with his jaw.

"You're right. You're no man."

-

A/N: obviously this is fiction and i'm not implying ethan is fatphobic or an asshole. it's for the plot, dudes.

#Jack hughes #jack hughes x ava cooper #dreamboat jack hughes #jack hughes x fictional character #jack hughes x chubby!reader #hockey #hockey boys #trevor zegras #cole caufield #quinn hughes #luke hughes #umich boys #ethan edwards

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

I require prompt number 6 with smut content and I want it with... oh god I don't know I don't wanna say dealer's choice because that's just putting the decision on you haha but if you feel particularly inspired towards Vic or Ethan or both of them you know I'll love it anyway baby 😘💕

@mistressofthecats-blog @oro-e-diamanti

So I've got these two, one after another, I wrote a little something that I hope both of you will like, enjoy 😘

#6. "That was me seducing you. It needs to be the other way around." + Ethan + smut

Vic was late. Again. She promised to be back from the city around noon, but two hours later she still wasn’t there. And you, the idiot, showed up on time. Ethan opened the door and let you in. He offered you some lemonade and went back to sunbathing and reading the book outside. You awkwardly sat there in the living room, playing on your phone, leaving Vic about a hundred messages. 

You sighed and turned to the mirror, making sure that your dress and makeup still look presentable. The heat was unbearable. Even Ethan gave up and went back inside.

“There’s more lemonade on the fridge if you want. Vic is still not responding?” 

“Nope, maybe I should give up and go home…” you muttered, pouring some more lemonade into your big glass. 

“I’m not kicking you out.” He only responded before going back to reading. 

You stood there in the kitchen, near the wall, in your secret spot where you could see him yet stay hidden from his eyes. He looked so damn good, it was actually hard to believe he’s a human. His toned abs, sunkissed skin, those shorts he rolled up, and the impressive bulge you could see from afar. He yawned and stretched, his moan made you shiver. But you couldn’t look away from how his muscles tensed and some hair started poking from under the very low top of his shorts. God. 

You shook your head and turn your back on him, going back to your phone. Still no answer. It was time to go.

“Actually, I think I’ll…” You started saying but froze when you noticed he was standing right behind you. You couldn’t hear his barefoot steps.

“You want to go? So soon?” He tied his hair in a bun and was staring into your soul. You swallowed hard.

“Well, Vic is not here, and I’m bored so what’s the point.”

“Oh, you’re bored? So that’s why you were staring at me and salivating so much?”

You felt that you might get a heart attack. Your face was burning, how had he noticed?

“I was…ummm…I don’t know…” your coherency left without a goodbye. 

“Oh, I know what you were doing…” 

He stepped closer, making you walk back till your back hit the wall. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and leaned closer. His hips were pressed against your belly, you could feel his bulge pulsating. 

“You do?” you asked with a shaky voice.

His thick finger brushed your cheek, then your neck and finally he slid his hand over your breast, making you gasp when the friction hit your nipple. He smirked and cocked his head to the side, moving away. 

“See? That’s how you do it. Staring won’t work, love.”

“Do what?” you asked, trying to control your heavy breathing, desperate for him to touch you again.

“That was me seducing you. It needs to be the other way around” He said and put his hands on his hips. 

“Oh really? That’s just sexist.” You spat out, more mad that his hands aren’t busy with undressing you than the comment itself. 

“Do you want to fight?” He moved closer again, and gripped your hips, “Do you want to make me mad?” His intense stare was worsening the situation of your already wet panties. 

“Maybe…” you whispered.

“We can fight, or…” He looked at the ceiling as if he was actually wondering what to say.

“God,  Ethan, or what?!”

“You can call me god if you want. You probably will.” He grinned and turned you around, pushing you towards the kitchen counter.

“We can fight or what?” You asked impatiently.

“Or I can use my mouth otherwise…” He said without blinking, staring at your face getting progressibely more red. All you could do was nod. 

He swiftly lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the counter. He knelt down and started slowly running his veiny hands up your thighs. He lifted your dress up and grabbed the hem of your panties. You lifted your bum to help him get rid of them. 

“So eager…” He chuckled.

“Shut up…”

Ethan smirked and slapped your thigh, making you gasp loudly. He spread your legs and hooked one of them over his shoulders. He started slowly, dragging his tongue over your clit. You threw your head back at the warmth of his mouth wrapped around your pussy. He saw your reaction and spread you a little with his fingers before speeding up his tongue. He was sucking your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue in a way that made you moan really loud. Finally, he pushed two of his fingers into you and started pumping them. You felt how your wetness is dripping down your thighs, as he stretched and filled you so well. You grabbed his hair with one hand and started moving your hips, despite him holding you firmly with one hand. 

You came with a loud scream, your muscles spasming, your legs shaking, and your vision got blurry. you’ve never heard yourself making the noises he made you let out. he kissed your thigh and looked up at you with a grin. His face was glistening from your wetness, and his eyes told a lot about how pleased with himself he was. Ethan wiped his chin and stood up, resting his hands on the sides of your hips.

“And?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Deal, I’ll call you a God…” you said in a breathy voice.

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[cumulo-stratus]

Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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[astermath]

close call ★彡

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: amidst the new ghostface panic, you’re more on edge than ever. so much so, that you almost bash ethan’s head in when he scares you on accident. he ends up having to comfort you over the whole ordeal.

word count: 1.1K

notes: first time writing for ethan, but I’ve had a bit of an obsession with him lately. this might be kinda short but I’m still trying to get inspiration for my newly acquired babygirl <3 requests and comments are super welcome!!

warnings: references to violence and murder

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You had your headphones on, the right side of them moved just behind your ear to still let you hear your surroundings at least a little. Normally you wouldn’t be so cautious, but a certain masked killer was giving you every reason to be so. It was a miracle you were even walking back from the party all alone, but everyone was so occupied with, well, being drunk, you figured you’d just go back alone. You weren’t scared, if anything, the killer should be scared of you. You were not to be fucked with, carrying around a pocket knife at all times, just like your dad had taught you to. 

But something felt off... You turned around and scanned the area around you, swallowing nervously, but no one was there. You couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched, preyed upon by unseen eyes. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but when you turned back around, you started walking just a little faster, clutching the knife in your pocket. 

You finally reached your building, and right as you unlocked the door, you swore you saw a dark figure moving in the corner of your eye. Your breath hitched, eyes widening as you shakily jumbled with your keys and got inside. You didn’t even completely shut the door, a stupid mistake made by a panicked mind. You rushed up the stairs, slamming the door behind you when you finally reached your room.

“S-Shit, where the fuck...” Your hands trembled as you tried to look for your keys, mind running blank when you couldn’t find them.

“Fuck! No, no... God, please...” You realized dropped them at the door when you were rushing inside, along with your knife, silently cursing yourself for being so careless. You considered going back out there, but there was no way you could do that. Not when those heavy footsteps made the stairs creak and sent shivers right up your spine, nearly paralyzing you with fear. You tried to rationalize your thoughts, eyes darting around the room when they landed on the baseball bat you kept next to your bed. A choice you’d been made fun of before by Anika, her calling you extra for it. But now it came in handy more than ever.

You grabbed it and steadied your grip on the handle as the footsteps approached your door. You felt your heart in your throat as they halted, readying yourself to make a swing for it.

The doorknob turned, the door opened, and so you did.

You swung.

Until you made eye contact with Ethan, his brown eyes widening when he noticed your weapon and his hands coming up to protect his head from the incoming blow.

There was but an inch between the wooden bat and the side of his head, but your reflexes had managed to stop yourself from cracking open his skull right on time. You both stared at each other in shock for a few seconds, before Ethan’s knees gave out and he fainted onto the floor of your room. You gasped and caught his head before it hit your nightstand and possibly undid what your reflexes had prevented just now.

About ten minutes passed as you sat on your bed, Ethan’s head in your lap with a cold washcloth pressed by you to his forehead. You’d elevated his legs with a few pillows, having read somewhere that that should help with letting more blood flow to his head, and hopefully wake him up. You felt horrible, how could you have possibly almost murdered your dormmate, especially amongst all this Ghostface chaos. Ethan was going to hate you now, you damn near murked him!

As you sat there, nervously going over all the possible consequences of the scenario in your head, Ethan’s eyes cracked open. He groaned, bringing up a hand to rub his face before he could focus properly. He looked up and saw you above him, staring down at him with worried eyes. Great, so he did die, and now he’s probably in heaven. Why else would you be there with him?

The memories of what happened slowly came back to him and he sat up, grunting when he felt a throbbing pain flow back into his head. He turned and saw you looking at him with teary eyes, clearly unnerved. Suddenly, he was way more worried about you than the hurting of his head. He said your name softly, and noticed a tear roll down your cheek. “Are you... okay?”

“Are you?” You furrowed your brows, wondering why he would possibly ask you that after you just attacked him. 

“Yeah, I’m...” He looked around, realized he was in your dorm, on your bed of all places. “What happened?”

“Ethan, I’m so fucking sorry!” You exclaimed, pulling him in for a hug and crying on his shoulder. You were seemingly more troubled by the whole situation than he was, which all in all wasn’t exactly reasonable. “I was so anxious that I was being followed, and then I lost my keys, and I heard these footsteps, and, and...” You sniffled. “I thought I was going to get killed, man!” 

He froze for a second, before bringing up a hand to gently rub your back and return the hug. In all honesty, he now remembers pretty clearly what had occurred, but hearing you explain it made a lot more sense. “H-Hey, hey!” He gently held your shoulders and pulled you back so he could look into your eyes, his heart aching at the sight of you being so distressed. “It’s okay! I’m fine, see? I’m in one piece!”

You sniffled again, bringing up a hand to wipe away a stray tear, nodding gently. “Y-Yeah, but... I almost seriously hurt you.”

“That’s okay! I mean-- it’s not okay, but... I get it! It was my fault, I should have knocked or said it was me, I just... I saw you drop your keys and this... Knife? And I know those are pretty important to you, so I wanted to give them to you.” He explained himself, a hand coming up to gently wipe your cheek clean of tears. 

“A-Are you sure?” Your voice was still a little shaky, ridden with guilt. 

“I’m sure. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. Right?” He smiled sweetly.

You nodded once more, taking a deep breath. 

He gave you another back rub before getting up and placing your knife and keys on your nightstand, ready to head out. He stood at the door, hand reaching for the knob before you called out.

“Wait, Ethan.” You looked at him with pleading eyes. Those beautiful, captivating eyes he always loved. “Please, don’t go... I don’t know if I can be alone tonight.” You fidgeted with your covers a bit. “Please just... Stay the night?”

He suppressed a smirk, sighing and taking off his jacket. 

Maybe he should start following you back to your dorm more often.

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[hrtsforhorror]

I love evil men with curly hair 🥰🤞🏼

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[seraphinitegames]

We don’t talk enough about the fact that Murphy fully rocked M’s shit so hard they flew into a wall and couldn’t get up for a sec

The MC's blood is a very powerful thing! Something which will once again be an...interesting plot point for Book Four, hehe! ;D

Thank you so much for the message! :)

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[floralcyanide]

me falling in love with another fictional character

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