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messylustt · 1 year

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pervy ethan smut pleaseeeee

this slowly started to become longer than i planned. i couldn't stop writing

floral panties — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : you leave a trap for your pantie stealing fellow student

contents : perv ethan, pantie stealing, use of conditioner as lube, subby ethan, ethan's obsessed, use of 'dirty boy' as like a pet name ig, overstimulation, no actual p in v. wc 2.4k

Ethan didn’t know when it started but he found himself stealing your clothes. More specifically your panties.

You lived in the same dorm building, so every time you left your clothes by the communal washing machines, ethan couldn’t help but pocket some of your different coloured panties. He now had some lacy, some normal, and some with cute patterns.

It was shameful but Ethan grew addicted to wrapping them around his cock as he jerked himself off, muttering your name under his breath. He couldn’t jerk off normally anymore, he always had to have something of yours touching him.

Then one night, when you left the laundry, ethan spotted a left behind conditioner bottle, the one that made your hair smell like cherries. Without thinking he grabbed it, walked to his dorm, locked the door to his room, and began to use your conditioner as lube.

He stroked himself, the cherry scent making his eyes roll. He could imagine you on your knees in front of him. The cherry coming from your hair as you languidly stroked his cock. He orgasmed embarrassingly quickly at the new found fantasy.

Every time he saw you in the hallways of Blackmore, or in the dorm building, your cherry scent made his cheeks pinken.

The surprising thing was that you’d never actually met. You’d briefly acknowledged each other as a passing person, but no long conversations or a blooming friendship.

Ethan just always watched from afar, growing hotter when he’d catch your skirt hiking up in your seat. He remembers a pathetic moment when you had unintentionally been distracting him all class, and for some relief he palmed himself under the table.

You had reduced him to a horny teenager wanting to bust a nut the moment he sees you show a sliver of skin.

What Ethan didn’t realise was that you had noticed your gradually missing panties, and that one bottle of conditioner. You had always felt someones eyes on you whenever you would bend down to retrieve a pen you dropped.

You soon quickly linked up the eyes and stolen items to Ethan Landry. The boy who lived in your dorm building and took random classes with you. At first glance you’d say he appeared shy, at second you’d think he was kinda cute, and at third you’d finally notice the lust swirling in his eyes.

One night, when you were walking towards a washing machine, prepared with a basket, you heard distant steps far but close. You paused, quickly realising that it would be the brown haired boy.

You decided to leave a trap, just to see if he really was the one who brazenly stole your items. You placed your basket full of a mix of shirts, pants, skirts, and panties. You made sure to leave a pair at the top as you pretended to walk to the other exit of the room.

You hide behind a washing machine, watching as Ethan walked in. He didn’t have a basket full of clothes, so there was no need for him to be there, unless he liked to steal.

Ethan spots the new pair of lacy black panties on your pile of clothes. He edges closer, sparing a fleeting glance around before he grabs them, breathing heavy.

He goes to pocket them when he hears your melodious voice. Whipping his head up, his eyes widen as he watches you walk out from your hiding spot a raise to your brows.

“What are you going to do with those?” You ask, as you step closer.

Ethan is frozen, gulping down his want to hide. You’d caught him. He hadn’t thought this far. He’d thought he could get away with it. “Uh.” He stupidly splutters, not knowing what he can say. It was pretty obvious what he was going to do with them.

You edge closer as Ethan watches your every move. He notices the low cut singlet your wearing, and your sweatpants that hang low on your hips. A huge chunk of your stomach is on full display and Ethan’s eyes begin to feel heavy. Through his distracted state he hadn’t realised that you’d moved much closer.

You're inches from his face. He sucks in a breath when he caught your gaze. “Can I have them back?” You quietly ask. Ethan processes your words for a moment then realises that your talking about your panties. His fist had clenched around them. “Ethan?”

He chokes on air at the fact that you knew his name. You grab his wrist, taking the panties out, and throwing them into your basket. Ethan expected your expression to be mad, but he's confused and slightly intruiged at the fact that your just staring at him, your own intruige displayed across your features.

You were still extremely close and Ethan's mind quickly became a haze, becuase your hair smelt extra strong today. "I'm sorry." He manages to mutter out. He quickly looks away, embarassment filling him to the brim. But then you grab his chin, pulling his head back to face you.

He gulps. Feeling your fingers touching his face has added a new level of need that's making his stomach tighten. He can't look away from you, especially as a little smile forms on your lips. "Do you like me or something?" You ask, tilting your head in inspection of him.

"Uh..."

"You can be honest." Your voice is sickly sweet. It makes Ethan subconsiously step closer to you. Your chests are almost touching. Ethan licks his lips before answering in a small voice. "Yes. Yeah— I...do."

Your smile begins to widen. "Why didn't you talk to me?" Your tone is still soft and light, making a strain form in Ethan's pants.

Ethan refrains from grabbing you, lust weighing him heavy. "I don't know."

You leaned closer to whisper. "Because if you asked me out I probably would have said yes."

Ethan's eyes widen as you lean back. "You would?"

"I would have." You corrected. "But since your the thief, I don't know if I'd want to anymore." You were teasing him, because you quickly grew to like the desperate look he's displaying.

Ethan swiftly steps closer, your chests finally touching. Ethan shakes his head. "I'll give them all back. I won't steal again. I promise. I won't—" Ethan is rambling, as his chest heaves. God, he didn't want his one mistake in not having you to be his dirty actions and fantasies.

You chuckle at his almost pleading tone. You place your hand on his chest. "Stealing my panties?" You pretend to look annoyed. "That's extremely dirty."

Ethan is cursing himself for every time he used your panties to jerk off. "I didn't—“ Ethan is breathing hard. "I didn't mean to."

"Yes you did." You say, keeping him at a slight distance, with your hand on his chest. Even your small touches is making his cock throb.

"It was wrong, I just..."

"Just what?" A small smirk had edged your lips.

Ethan stares at your lips, wishing he could taste them. "I just wanted to feel some part of you." His tone his heavy and breathless.

"And you thought my panties would be the closest you could get?" You guess. "What about the conditioner?"

Ethan gulps. "I like how your hair smells." He whispers shamefully.

"My hair?" You begin to "absentmindedly" drag your finger along his chest. Ethan nearly shudders against your touch. It was only over the shirt, he shouldn't be freaking out so much. You began to egde closer, your breath hitting his face.

Ethan is biting his lip, stopping himself from just grabbing some part of you.

You drag your hand down his stomach until you stopped just above his bulge. "You're extremely dirty." You whispered. And Ethan's mouth had begun to open in a pant.

"Look at you. Turned on by...what?" You ask, running your finger down his thigh. "The smell of my hair?" Your nails sent a shiver down his spine. "Or was it the thrill of stealing another pair of my panties?"

You then lightly ghost the tip of your finger over his hard on. Tantilizingly light. Ethan's hips pathetically jolt, wishing you would touch him. Wishing he could touch you. "Is that what's got you hard?"

You meet his gaze. Ethan is breathing heavy, as a small snarl had egded his lips. He was beyond desperate, teased almost to the limit.

You then suddenly step back, making Ethan quickly whip his head to your leaving form. "Nice to properally meet you, Ethan."

He reached his limit. Ethan didn't have control over his body, as he grabbed you, yanking you back to him. Even though you were expecting this you still gasped at how swift the motion was.

Ethan grabbed your jaw, his breath hitting your lips. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He groaned as his cock pressed against your body. He turned you, so that your hips hit against a low washing machine. And he's smashing his lips against yours. He can't help but begin to grind into you as he laps at your tongue, whining into your mouth. "Holy fuck." He whimpers, finally tasting you.

Your mouth is opening, your own arousel, making your press your thighs together.

"No, no." Ethan hisses, grabbing one of your thighs as he sharply pulls them apart. He pressed his bulge against your pussy, making you gasp a moan. His mouth hangs open. "Oh, fuck—"

Ethan kisses you, hard. You were addicting. Not one of his fantasies could prepare him for this—for you. "Ethan—" You choke out as he continues to grind.

"You can't just tease me like that, and think you can leave." Ethan says, darting his tongue out to lick your jaw. "No..." Ethan breaths over your lips, his eyes hooded with lust. "I've wanted to touch you for so long." He moans.

You had begun to grind your own hips into him, the situation feeling extremely erotic. But you wanted some of that control back. You lead your hand down to pants, unbuttoning him and pulling his throbbing cock out. Ethan's hips stutter, his head hitting your shoulder.

You brought his head away, so that he can see you, as you spit straight onto his cock. Ethan jolts, his mouth opening in a whine at the action and visual.

You begin to stroke him, pulling your hand up and down appropriately. Ethan thrusted into your hand, whimpering into your neck. His tongue had darted out to lick your skin as he would occasionally bite when a shock of pleasure would shoot through him. "Oh, fuck— oh, god, y/n—" He whimpers and moans as he soon draws near.

"Such a dirty boy." You whisper into his ear. His hips shudder as he orgasms, his body jutting into you. The pleasure wrecks him, but as it ebbs away you don't slow your strokes.

Y-y/n." Ethan stutters, gripping the washing machine behind you. "I-it hurts, please."

"But Ethan..." you began as he whined, your strokes languidly going up and down. "You stole from me. Multiple times. I can't just reward you for that."

Ethan's mouth has opened against your skin as his fingers dig into the washing machine. "P-please. Oh, god, please—"

"You really want me to stop?" You ask. He just whimpers in response. "Aright." You bring your hand away, and Ethan is quick to grab your wrist.

"No, no, please don't stop. I'll do anything. Just please don't." Ethan begs as he brings your hand back to his cock. His hips jolt when you wrap your palm around him, and begin to stroke him again.

"Anything?" You tease.

"F-fuck— anything. Anything you want." Ethan hovers over your lips, as he draws close to his second orgasm. He kisses you, eating at your tongue and lips as his hips shudder in pleasure, his release spilling. "Shit." He moans in your mouth.

You slowly bring your hand away as you peck his cheek. He's flushed, hands still caging you in. You felt a rush whenever you would tease him, loving his desperate pleas.

"You said you'd do anything." You say. Ethan nods, meeting your gaze. A small smile had edged his lips. You looked so pretty this close.

"Then can you step away?"

Ethan's brows furrow. "Why?"

"You said anything."

Ethan grinds his teeth, but slowly steps back. You straighten your singlet, as you take a breath. You met Ethan's awaiting gaze. He seemed suspicious, beacuse you'd denied him before—trying to go. He didn't want you to, not now. "Don't you dare try and leave." Ethan says.

"Alright, then you can go." You say, licking your bottom lip.

Ethan begins to step closer. You place your hand out as you step away from the washing machine. "I said to step back." You try to sound firm but your tone is heavy with lust.

Ethan tilts his head as he nears you. You continue to back up, wanting to keep the control. But Ethan wasn't letting you get away when he hadn't even touched you yet.

He corners you into the wall making you curse. Ethan held eye contact, as his hand dragged to your thigh, he pulled you apart as his finger began to rub you through your sweatpants. You gulp, grabbing one of his shoulders. "You don't really deserve to touch me. Not after you—"

"After I used your panties to jerk off?" Ethan asked, quickening his pace. "After I used your cherry conditioner as lube?" He dipped his hand into your pants, bypassing your panties to get to your soaking pussy. You slightly shudder as he began to swirl his fingers around. "After I had to palm myself in class because you looked so pretty with your red lipstick and short skirt?"

A moan escaed you at the mix of his words and the work of his fingers. "Huh?" Ethan asks, kissing you slowly.

He pushes two fingers in straight away, making your mouth fall open. "I don't deserve to touch you. But that certainly doesn't I mean I won't." He begans to thrust in and out of you, hitting your g-spot, once he got a good angle.

You manage to grab his hair, making him look at your face. "You're still a perv." You say breathlessly.

Ethan nods, a grin forming. "I know."

Your head hits back as pleasure wracks your body. Ethan groans at the visual, his hands never wanting to leave you. He pulls your head back as he speaks to the skin of your cheek. "Now instead of your panties I can use this to jerk off to." He thrusts higher into you.

You moan, breathing turning erratic. "Oh, fuck." He kisses you hard, before whispering to your lips, grinning. "You smell lovely."

Then he pushes his head into the crook of your neck by your ear, smelling the lovely cherry.

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satuguro · 1 year

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⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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lnfours · 19 days

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lando is definitely the type to soften his voice around bestfriend!reader that hes totally in love with. and him and reader dont see it at all, but everyone else does. and he basically treats her like theyre dating except without the kisses. and max is fed up with the two bc everytime lando sees her, he texts max "shes so pretty i wanna kiss her all over" - 🍒anon

anon... did you know that friends to lovers is my favorite trope like... ever?? fear not, the friends to lovers connoisseur is back!!! another one where i got carried away 😅

requests are open!

the small get-together at max’s was the highlight of the night, everyone joined together in the living room for drinks, food and games. you had found yourself seated next to lando on the couch, his hip pressed against yours from how close you were. ria on the other side of you, laughing as you watched niran pick up 6 uno cards.

max watched the way you two interacted, the way lando kept one hand draped around the back of the couch near your shoulders and how your body had slotted right into his side. it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be close, but as of recently, the distance between the two of you kept getting smaller and smaller. his voice was softer, hugs lasted longer, eye contact ended with soft smiles and glances down at the floor.

he had known his best friend was obsessed with you the moment you met, immediately asking max for your instagram when you had met. the real giveaway was the countless texts about how he ‘wanted to kiss your face all over’ whenever you showed up at races wearing his number or dressed head to toe in papaya. that’s when he knew his best friend was head over heels.

“uno,” you smiled, holding your card close to your chest so others couldn’t see. everyone started cursing themselves, not believing the fact that you were so close to winning the game. lando leaned his head closer or you, trying to catch a peek at your card. he poked at your side, trying to get you to squirm so he could see, but you held it even closer and laughed, pushing him away.

“stop trying to cheat!” you laughed, pulling his hands from your side.

he wore the cutest smirk, “i’m not trying to cheat!”

“liar,” you joked back. max snorted softly, placing the card down in the pile. now it was lando’s turn and he had nothing to give away except a red four, which was going to let you win the game, unbeknownst to him.

you threw your arms up, tossing the card onto the table and happily cheering as everyone groaned softly, “i win, bitches!”

“that’s not even fair! how’d you win after having 25 cards?!”

“i’m just good like that,” you smiled, turning to the boy next to you and motioning to his empty glass, “want another drink?”

he nodded, passing you the glass with a smile, “thank you.”

you hummed, ria popping up from the couch after you, “i need another one too.”

with you gone in the kitchen, now it was time for the interrogating to start. aarav speaking up first, “so mate, when’re you going to tell her you’re head over heels?”

“i don’t think he even has to say it,” ethan joked, “it’s pretty obvious.”

“don’t know what you’re talking about,” the curly haired brit said, helping max gather up the cards. the boys chuckled softly as max shook his head.

“you’re wasting time, mate!” niran said, “everyone knows you’re in love, just get on with it already.”

lando looked at his friend for help, but max shrugged, “they’re right. you have hearts in your eyes whenever she’s around.”

he was about to open his mouth to respond when yours and rias giggles sounded back into the room. you took your spot back next to lando, crossing your legs under you. he smiled at you as everyone got the table cleaned up for the movie that was up next on tonight’s agenda.

you leaned into lando’s shoulder, watching max fail at entering his password on the streaming service and laughing at his frustration. once everything was set up and everyone was comfortable, he reached over and turned the lamp off on the end table. you reached behind you, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over you and lando, scooting closer into his body as he wrapped an arm around you.

about forty minutes into the move, you felt lando’s head lean on yours before his lips came close to your ear, “you comfortable?”

you nodded, turning to meet his eyes in the dim lighting. you smiled, reaching up and brushing the stray curl from his forehead, “yeah, you?”

he nodded, “so comfortable i could sleep.”

you chuckled, “sleep, then. pretty sure almost everyone are already knocked out.”

he glanced down at the floor where his friends sat, their eyes closed. he looked over at max who was on his phone, paying no mind to the movie. your long haired brunette friend next to you had fallen asleep too, her cheek pressed against the arm of the couch.

lando tucked his face into your hair, “wanna go to bed?”

you nodded, “let’s go.”

the two of you stood up, you draping the blanket over ria as lando whispered to his best friend, “we’re going to bed, mate.”

max nodded, “i’ll probably be up in a little while.”

lando nodded back, following you up the stairs. you opened the door to your shared guest room, him closing the door softly. you slipped into the connected bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush from your toiletry bag. you smiled as you met the familiar pair of green eyes in the mirror, his hands wrapping around your middle before he reached for his own toothbrush. you smiled at him in the mirror, the both of you finishing up before you spun around, pressed against the counter as your hands went up to his unruly curls from the blowing wind in london.

“you need a brush.”

“and i need you in bed,” he said, dragging you with him as he turned off the light and climbed into bed. you joined him under the covers, your cheek resting against his chest as he held you close. he played with your hair as you drew circles into the material of his soft cotton shirt. you tilted your head up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours as he looked down at you.

“is it true?” you asked and continued when he pulled his eyebrows together, “what the guys were talking about earlier? about you liking me?”

he swallowed, racking his brain. surely he couldn’t back peddle now, and how could he lie to you? he couldn’t. so he told the truth, “yeah,”

you smiled softly, “knew it.”

“i wasn’t that obvious!” he argued with a laugh, “i like to think i’ve been very subtle!”

“as subtle as they get,” you joked, reaching up and placing your thumb against his bottom lip, “i like you too, lan.”

he smiled, lifting your chin with his index finger and thumb, pulling you up to him before he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back, the kiss breaking shortly after from fits of giggles and wide smiles. a new sense of love in the air between you two.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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ethan and reader doing a sex tape?? also don’t know if ur comfortable but can you do a full detailed one??! please and tyy have a good day🙏🏻

I am SO SORRY it took so long to write this(a little over a month. I feel like an ass). It's literally 4.4k words, strictly smut with a dash of fluff. I kinda went in on this lmao

Into It - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend convinces you to make a sex tape with him.

Contains: Long ass smut lmao - Oral, m and f receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, a little ass smacking, p in v, multiple position changes, unprotected sex. (If I missed something, let me know. I'm SO SLEEPY rn)

A/N: If there's any grammatical errors, shh no there's not. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open tbh 🙃

“I don’t know about this, Ethan,” you mumbled, as he helped you take your shirt off.

“No one else will see it but us, babe,” he said, trying to convince you. “People do stuff like this all the time.”

“Yeah, on porn sites,” you sighed, as he unhooked your bra.

“You’re way better than any of the other girls on those sites, baby. Watching you take my cock whenever I want to would be so hot,” he said, running his hands over your newly exposed breasts. You felt a chill run down your spine as his fingertips started to graze over your nipples.

“Fine,” you sighed in defeat, his fingers trailing further down your body, “but if anyone else sees it Ethan-“

Your words got stuck in your throat as he started to rub you over your panties.

“What was that, baby?” he asked, his lips turning to a smile as he watched you squirm. “You were just about to threaten me, I think.”

“Don’t be an ass,” you got out, your breath heavy as he slid your panties to the side. “Can we at least get on the bed?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll get my phone set up,” he said, as he pulled his hand away from you. He looked around the room as you crawled onto the bed. “Hmm, this might work…for now,” he said, walking over to the bookshelf in your room. “At least while I’m teasing you.”

“What if I don’t want you to tease me?” you asked, a smirk playing on your lips as he turned around to look at you.

“You and I both know you like it,” he said, before turning back around and getting his phone set up. He pulled his shirt over his head after he was satisfied with the angle, the view of your bed perfectly in frame.

You stared at him as he walked around to the other side of the bed. You’d seen him without clothes so many times, but you always had to admire how hot he was.

Once he stood against the side of the bed, you wanted to put on a little show for the video he was making. You got on all fours, your ass sticking up as you started to unbuckle his belt. His eyes drank in the sight, loving the way your body looked in that position. He thought you always looked perfect, but there was just something about the way you looked in that moment that desperately made him want to fuck you even more than he already wanted to.

You unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his thighs as he kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving him in his boxers as he crawled on the bed with you. You saw how hard he already was, the small wet spot on his boxers from his precum made your mouth water.

You sat on your knees as he leaned in to kiss you, his mouth gently moving against yours, at first. He soon had you pushed back on the plush comforter, his tongue dancing with yours as one of his hands started to roam your body, his touches making your skin tingle.

He trailed kisses along your jaw, down your neck as you whimpered at the feeling. You felt him smile against you before his mouth started to attack your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you said, as he started to suck on the sensitive flesh.

You knew you’d have to cover the mark later, but you didn’t care. You loved the little reminders he’d leave of how good he made you feel.

He moved lower, placing tender kisses along your collar bone.

“You really are going to tease the fuck out of me, aren’t you?” you asked, the desperation in your voice making him laugh softly.

“Patience, baby,” he said, as his mouth made its way to one of your nipples.

He sucked it into his mouth as you gasped, the feeling making your core throb even more than it already was. Once he was satisfied with the attention he gave to it, he moved to the other one, his tongue swirling against it before he started to suck.

He could tell your pussy was craving attention when your hips started to wiggle. He ran his hand gently down your body until he made it to your soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, as you whined in response. “I’ll make you cum soon, babe. I promise.”

He pulled his hand away as you started to get frustrated, your pouty lips making him smirk when his hooded eyes connected with yours. He shook his head at your expression, turning his attention back to the teasing, his lips trailing between your breasts and down your stomach. You ran one of your hands through his hair as he made his way down your body, him groaning against you as he felt your nails against his scalp.

“You know what that does to me,” he said, as he stopped at the top of your panties.

Your breathing got heavier as you waited in anticipation, hoping he’d just slide your panties to the side and take care of you. That’s not what he did, though, his mouth moving towards your thighs instead. Soft moans were slipping past your lips as he kissed the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, his teeth occasionally grazing against you.

He was so close to where you needed him, his mouth as close to your pussy as it could be before, yet again, he skipped over it. He moved to the other thigh, giving the same attention that he gave to the other one.

“Ethan, please. I need it, baby,” you said, your eyes pleading with his as he looked up at you.

“I have a better idea,” he said, as he pulled away from you and slid off the side of the bed onto his feet.

“Where are you going?” you asked before you answered your own question in your head. He went over towards your bookshelf, grabbing his phone.

“Shit, I never started recording,” he said, his tone serious as you scoffed.

“You’re not teasing me like that again right now, I’m sorry,” you said, your tone defensive as he started to laugh.

“I’m just kidding, babe. I got it,” he said, walking back over to the bed. “You think you can suck my cock before I eat you out?”

You wasted no time after he crawled back up on the bed and laid on his back. You grabbed at his boxers, trying to pull them down. You huffed as you looked at him.

“Jeez, babe. You’re so needy,” he said, lifting his hips to make it easier for you to get his boxers off.

“You have no idea how bad I need to cum, but I need this, too,” you said, as his erection sprang free from his boxers, resting against his stomach as your mouth started to water. He had his phone pointed at you as you sat on your knees and started to stroke him, your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his face.

You knew how badly he wanted you to suck it, but after all his teasing, this was the least you could do to get a small amount of revenge. His eyes got darker, realizing that’s what you were doing. You didn’t stop though, your hand movements got lazier once his breathing got heavier.

“Baby, please,” he said, “I need to feel your mouth.”

You hesitated for a minute, loving the feeling of having the upper hand as you started to move faster. Once you decided that you’d teased him enough, you leaned down, licking the drops of precum that started leaking from his tip. Just as you were about to take him into your mouth, he stopped you.

“Wait, can we do this on the floor? Like, I’m standing and you’re on your knees? I want it to be easier for you to look up at me,” he said, “Is that okay, babe?”

“Mmm, that sounds perfect,” you said, quickly shimmying off the bed and getting in the position he wanted you in before he even had the chance to sit up. He started to smile as he crawled off the bed, the corner of his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looked down at you.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, putting his cherry red tip in front of your mouth. “You’ll look even more beautiful when your mascara starts to run down your cheeks.”

Your breathing got heavier at his words, his phone pointed back at you as you grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip over your lips. You teased him like that for a few seconds before you opened your mouth, sucking on the sensitive head. His free hand ran through your hair as you started to take him in your mouth, inch by inch until you started to gag.

“Just like that, baby,” he said, as you looked up at him. Your cheeks hollowed as you started to move, your throat tightening every time the tip of his cock made it to the back of your mouth. “So fucking gorgeous.”

Your eyes were starting to water as you gagged, your tears threatening to slip out as he started to add small little thrusts into the mix, making you gag even more.

“Aww, look at you, baby,” he cooed, the tears slipping past your lower lash line. He groaned once he saw how wet his cock was from your spit, so proud of you for doing such a good job. The hand that was loosely in your hair started to get a tighter grip, his hips moving a little faster. “Such a good little slut for me.”

You whimpered around him, the throbbing in your core getting unbearable as you started to move faster. You needed him to cum so you could, and it might’ve made you a little selfish, but if you didn’t get your own release soon, you were going to go crazy.

“Shit, baby,” he said, as your red, watery eyes looked into his, “I’m gonna cum.”

It only took a few more times of your warm, wet mouth tightening around him for his hips to falter, his grunts turning into whimpers as you tasted the salty liquid. When you pulled back, his half-hard cock was connected to your mouth by strings of your saliva and his cum mixed together.

“God, baby,” he said, taking in the sight in front of him as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. He made sure that he got the perfect shot of your mascara-stained cheeks before he helped you up off the floor. “That might be the best head you’ve ever given me…does doing it in front of a camera turn you on even more?”

“I know I didn’t want to do it at first, but I wanted to make sure you had the best material for your alone time,” you said with a cracked voice, smiling at him. “I do kind of enjoy it, though.”

“We could always do this again,” he suggested, as you nodded in response. “Okay, babe. I know you need it. Get that pretty little ass of yours up on the bed.”

You did as he said, your head resting against the soft pillows as he laid his phone on the bed and crawled on top of you to kiss you again. His hand rubbed over your panties; the material drenched in your arousal. You whimpered as your hips started to move at the simple touches.

“I think these need to come off,” he said, running his hand over your hip, his thumb hooking around your panties as he started to slide them off you.

His lips trailed over your jaw again, down your neck, and over your stomach. You were almost scared that he was just going to torture you with his teasing again, but he was moving a lot quicker this time, desperate to take care of you.

You stared down at him as he got settled between your legs. “Wait, how do you want this part to be filmed?” you asked, glancing over to his phone beside you on the bed.

“Hmm, I’ll get plenty of shots of your face when I fuck you…why don’t you just film me?” he suggested, as you picked his phone up, pointing it at him as he started to lean in.

Your breath hitched the second he started to place gentle licks to your clit, your free hand going to his hair. “Mmm, feels so good,” you said, his tongue swirling over your bundle of nerves. His hands were massaging the flesh of your thighs as he held them apart, his mouth starting to sloppily move against you.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to watch him though the phone screen or not, the whole thing making you even more turned on as you felt one of his hands move up your thigh. You soon felt his middle finger prodding at your entrance before he slid it inside of you with ease, your wetness coating him as he started to move it just right.

“Shit,” you gasped, the feeling making your legs tingle.

He moved his finger for a few minutes before he added his ring finger, a low moan slipping past your lips as he started to press them a little harder against the spongy spot inside of you.

He looked up at you, noticing how quick your chest was rising and falling, your moans getting a little louder as he inched you closer to your orgasm.

He sucked your clit into his mouth as he started to move his head back and forth, his curls ticking your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whined, your eyes screwing shut as your hand in his hair started to tremble. “Oh my god.” He sucked harder, the stimulation making your legs start to jolt as your orgasm washed over you.

The sucking on your clit turned into soft licks as he worked you through it, his fingers slowing a little anyway because your pussy was clenching them so hard. Once you stopped whimpering, he slid his fingers out before placing one last lick to your clit.

He sat up as he watched you catch your breath, your hands still shaky.

“Did it feel that good, baby?” he asked, grabbing his phone that you must’ve dropped at some point on the bed.

“So good,” you mewled, your hazy eyes connecting with his as you felt his fingertips brushing against your thigh again.

“How many more times do you think you could cum for me?” he asked, your eyes fully opening as you stared at him, your nervousness obvious to him as he started to laugh. “You know after I cum from head, it takes me a while to cum again. You remember the time we went at it for almost an hour?”

“Yeah,” you said, smiling as you thought back to it.

“How many times did you cum in that hour?” he questioned with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Four,” you said softly, “We switched positions a lot.”

“Are you okay with us doing that now?” he asked, as you sat up.

“Of course, babe. This is for the little movie you’re making,” you said, the seduction in your voice making him groan.

“Come here, baby.”

He pulled you into a kiss as his hands grabbed your hips, yours running over his chest as the kiss got more heated. He was running through all the positions in his head that he wanted to do, wanting to strategically plan them so it wouldn’t be too much before he had the chance to cum again. He knew that if he went super deep after you’d already had a few orgasms, you started to get really sensitive in those positions, usually tapping out after just a few minutes.

He pulled away to look at you, “How about you ride me first?”

“Okay, babe. Condom or no condom?” you asked, as you pushed him back onto the bed.

“What do you think I want?” he asked, smirking at you.

“No condom,” you said, laughing a little.

He nodded as he bit his bottom lip. “Shit, I almost forgot,” he said pointing his phone at you as you moved to straddle him.

You sat on his thighs for a minute, stroking him as you looked at him. He didn’t say anything, he just kept filming your hand move until you pulled it away. You shimmied up his body, raising up a little as you lined his cock up with your entrance. Once you started to sink down onto him, he kept glancing between you and his phone, making sure it was truly capturing the way your mouth fell open as he stretched you out.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, placing your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself as you started to bounce on his cock. “So big,” you got out, between your heavy breathing.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his free hand going to your hip as he helped you move.

He watched your tits bounce as you rode him, your sounds flooding out of your mouth as your nails started to dig into his chest.

“Shit, babe. That feels so good,” he groaned, as you smirked down at him. Ethan liked a little bit of pain from time to time, and you had no problem doing it for him, knowing how hard he’d cum once he’s had enough.

After a few minutes, your bouncing started to slow. Your knees were hurting and your legs were burning, but you felt that familiar feeling starting to build. It gave you enough motivation to chase your orgasm, bouncing even harder than you were before. Ethan’s seen you do this countless times, knowing that you must’ve been close. He moved his hand from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing quick circles.

Your ass was slapping against his thighs as you started to whimper, the feeling washing over you like a massive wave.

“Oh shit,” you slurred, drunk off his cock as you tried to keep moving, but it was getting harder to do. His hand moved back to your hip to hold you in place as he fucked up into you.

You slid him out of you as you came down from your high, laying your chest against his as you caught your breath. He felt your hard nipples pressing against him as he sat his phone down and ran his fingertips over your back.

“I hope you’re going to do most of the work for the rest of this, because my legs hurt so bad,” you said, as he started to laugh. You smiled at the vibrations coming through his chest.

“Sure, babe. I have a few ideas, you just need to lay there and take it,” he said, his hand running down your body to squeeze your ass. You moaned at the feeling, your tiredness starting to fade as you sat back up. “You ready to go again?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice still a little tired, “How do you want me?”

“Face down, ass up. Before you get too tired,” he chuckled, “I’m going to get you to hold my phone again for a little bit. I don’t get to see your face that often when I’m deep.”

“Fuuuck,” you groaned at the thought, getting in the new position, and grabbing his phone. Your hips involuntarily wiggled as your ass stuck up in the air, waiting for him to slide inside of you. He softly smacked your ass before he started to line up with your entrance, pushing his cock back inside of you.

You moaned at the feeling, the grip on your hips getting tighter as he started to thrust.

“You take it so fucking well,” he groaned, delivering a harder smack to your ass. He rubbed over your skin to soothe the slight stinging feeling. “You’re so perfect.”

His cock was buried so deep inside of you that it was hard for you to think, let alone form words. He kept saying sweet things to you, your only response to him was your moans getting louder.

He watched your free hand start to claw it the comforter, bunching it up in your hand as you tightly held on to his phone with the other. The coil in the pit of your stomach was getting tighter and tighter as he kept pounding into you. He glanced over to your phone screen, seeing all the hot little faces you were making.

“Shit,” he grunted, as you started to meet his thrusts with your hips. “You gonna cum?”

He looked at the back of your head as you started to furiously nod in response. He went even deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix.

“Watch yourself when you cum,” he ordered, as you whimpered and stared at the phone screen.

Your jaw was slack as your eyebrows knitted together, so close to falling over the edge. He just kept drilling into you, your eyes starting to flutter as the euphoric feeling hit you so hard your entire body was tingling.

“Yes, baby, feels so good” you babbled, as your boyfriend laughed in response at your current state. He loved making you completely cock dumb.

He slid out of you once your walls stopped fluttering before leaning down to place sweet kisses on the red mark on your ass cheek.

“Relax, baby,” he said softly, as he helped you adjust your legs so you could lay flat. “You’ve been doing so good for me,” he praised, rubbing his hand over your back as he sat beside you. “Can you take one more for me?”

“Missionary,” you mumbled into the comforter, making Ethan laugh. “I can’t take much more.”

“I know you can’t. I was starting to get close last time,” he said, “I know it won’t take long if you can handle it.”

“I can, if you help me,” you sighed, your body so relaxed from the multiple orgasms that you were struggling to move on your own.

He took his phone out of your tight grip before he helped you roll over onto your back. Your eyes were so glazed over, your eyes even more beautiful than they normally were.

“Thank you for doing this for me, babe,” he said, smiling sweetly at you as his hands ran over your hips. “I know we’re about to be really busy soon because of exams. This is the next best thing to actually being with you.”

“You better send it to me,” you said, your voice tired as he got settled between your legs.

“The idea of you getting off to this makes it so much hotter,” he sighed, as he pushed his tip in your entrance. “Fuck, I really might not last long. You’re already so tight.”

“It’s okay, babe. Fuck me until you can’t anymore,” you said, rubbing your fingertips across his arm as he made it all the way inside of you.

Your lips parted as soft moans slipped past your lips, his pace a little slower than it had been for the last few positions. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he knew how tired you already were.

“You can go faster, baby,” you said, his hips moving a little quicker as he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss. He almost forgot about filming, but he wanted to take care of you and make sure that you still felt the love in this, and that he wasn’t doing it just to have the hottest masturbation material for later.

He pulled away from the kiss, sitting on his knees and angling your hips so he could film his cock sliding in and out of you. He groaned once he looked down, noticing a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock from the orgasms he’d already given you.

“God, baby. You’ve already came so much,” he said, his hand running across your stomach as his pace started to get faster. His fingertips grazing against you made you shudder underneath him.

You felt your fourth orgasm of the night building, the slight overstimulation of everything making it so easy for you to cum again. One of your hands snaked down your body to rub gentle circles against your clit, as the other gripped one of your tits, pinching at your nipple as you got closer. You tried to watch him through your hazy eyes, his curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks a deep shade of pink from all the work he was putting in.

He had his phone angled down to his cock as he felt your pussy tighten around him. Strained moaned were slipping past your lips as he groaned, noticing more of your cum on his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, giving you a few more hard thrusts before he pulled out, shooting it from your lower stomach all the way up to your breasts. “That was fucking amazing,” he panted, as he pointed the camera to all the cum on you before stopping the video. “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm,” you said, fighting off the urge to just fall asleep in that moment as he laid down beside you.

“We really need to shower. We’re both so sweaty, and you’re covered in cum,” he said with a small laugh as you groaned.

“Can I just have a couple minutes to rest? I don’t think I can stand long enough to shower right now,” you said, as you felt his fingers lace with yours, his thumb softly rubbing over the top of his hand.

“Yeah, babe. If you doze off, I’ll wake you up,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

When Ethan got home the next morning, the first thing he did was upload the video he made onto his computer. He started to edit it, only taking out the moments when nothing was actually being filmed. After he watched the video from beginning to end after he’d finished editing it, he was rock hard as he pulled out his phone to text you.

Ethan: If you ever want to drop out of school, I have a new career idea for you…

You: Oh?👀

Ethan: You should see this video. You’d be amazing in porn😏

You: Hmm, maybe I will drop out🧐

Ethan: Don’t get any ideas though. I’m the only one you’d be fucking.

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mellifiedprincess · 11 months

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hey queens :) i do not know how i feel about this one, but i had a little urge to write something and this is what i came up with. teehee. so pls let me know your thoughts! i’m also thinking about writing a little smutty fic about mr. ethan landry, but i’m not that good at smut so we’ll see.

ethan landry x reader

Fuck Ups and Make Ups

“Why do you look so….dead?” You would usually laugh at how blunt Mindy is, but today. Today you were not in a laughing mood. You were having one of the worsts days ever.

“Unfortunately, I’m not dead yet. But! If someone wants to take me out back and shoot me, I would not oppose.” You deadpan.

You watch as Mindy and Anika’s eyes widen, and Tara just looks at you even more confused than before. “Yeah, like your pretty boy would let anyone touch a hair on your head.” Chad states while texting someone. “Seriously though, what’s going on?” He asks as he puts his phone away, letting you know you have his full attention.

“Pretty boy is what’s going on!” You exclaim, slamming your head down on the picnic table. “Huh?”

You say something else, but it’s barely coherent. “Honey, you gotta lift your head up for us to understand you.”

You lift your head up and let out a huff, bringing your knees to your chest, you hug them tight to bring some form of comfort to yourself. “He likes someone else.” If the sadness in your voice wasn’t enough, the sad look on your face was, to make Chad want to get up, find Ethan, and knock some fucking sense into him.

For months. Months, the group has been trying to push Ethan to ask you out. It was so painfully obvious that you both had feelings for one another. And yes, you could ask him out yourself, but you were just too shy. You also didn’t really believe that he could actually like you back. I mean, he was literal perfection in your eyes.

“Why do you think that? Did something happen between you two?” Anika asks, moving from her spot on the ground to sit beside you, wrapping her arms around your body.

“I saw him talking to the new girl, Kennedy, in our sociology class yesterday, and they seemed to really be hitting it off. And then today, instead of sitting beside me, like he always does, he sat by her. I tried to talk to him after class, but he said he was busy and couldn’t talk to me right now and then rushed to catch up with Kennedy.” At this point you had a few tears fall. You were heartbroken by your pretty boy.

“I saw them together too! At our coffee spot, at our table. Like, why would he do that?” You let your head fall to Anika’s shoulder, and she places a chaste kiss to your head. “Why don’t we find out right now? Cause he’s on his way over here.” But before you could turn to look, Chad jumps up to block your view, and you feel Anika push your head back down to her shoulder.

“What’s up guys? I saw your text about Y/N, is she okay?” And for a few seconds, you felt relief. Relief that he did still care. Until you heard her. “Yeah, we had to cut our date short, so Ethan could play therapist.”

“I’m sorry, who are you again?” You could hear the bite in Chads tone. “Oh! I’m Kennedy. Ethan’s told me all about you guys. You must be the condescending alpha. It’s Chad, right?” If you could have seen Ethan’s face, you would have laughed. “Wait- I never said that.” Kennedy looks up at Ethan, fluttering her eyelashes and pouts her lips. “I’m just teasing E!” E? She’s known Ethan for two days and is already calling him by E?

“Can we go now? I’m sure whatever her name is can figure her shit out without you.” Your eyes only widen more. “Ethan, I really think you should talk to Y/N first.” Chad was almost begging Ethan not to leave with Kennedy. There’s a pregnant pause, but you couldn’t see what was going on due to Chad blocking your figure.

“Y/N’s an adult, she can’t rely on me for everything.” Ethan’s words hit you right in the chest. It hurt. It hurt so bad, you couldn’t breathe. Mindy noticed the state you were in and knew you couldn’t talk to Ethan right now. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” She says as she stands up next to Chad.

“My problem is all of you! You’re all just pissed at me because I’m with someone who’s not Y/N. For months, you have all been on my dick about my feelings for her and how i need to man up and just tell her how I feel, how I need to go ahead and ask her out before it’s too late, but have you ever thought that I don’t fucking want to?” He was digging himself into a hole. He didn’t mean that, not at all. But to you it didn’t matter. He said what he said, and you heard all of it.

“You won’t have to worry about that anymore. Because I never want to see you again.” Ethan’s face pales when he finally notices you there. The fact that he just said all of that in front of you, makes him want someone to take him out back and shoot him. “Wait! Y/N, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”

You almost laugh, and you would have if it weren’t for the doleful feeling in your chest and the tears falling from your eyes. “Leave her alone, man. You’ve said enough.” Chad places a firm hand on Ethan’s chest, stopping him from going after you. “I hope you’re happy. Cause you just lost the person who cares most about you in this world.” Tara’s words hit Ethan hard. He knew they were true, but it still hurt nonetheless.

But there was no way he was gonna let you go, not without fighting for you.

———

It had been two weeks. Two very long, sad weeks. Ethan was a mess, and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He still texted you every morning right when he woke up, and every night before he fell asleep. And every time, you would read his message, but never responded.

He hated himself for making you cry, and the look on your face is one he would never forget.

It was also hard for your friends to see how this effected the both of you. You barely left your bed. Only really leaving for classes. The one time you did leave for something other than that, was when Tara and Chad literally dragged you out of your room for a movie night.

Mindy told you that you were better off anyway, but she didn’t know Ethan like you did. You weren’t better off, and there were so many times you almost called him. Just to hear his voice, because it was the only thing that calmed you down after one of your night terrors. They had been more frequent as of late, probably to do with the fact you didn’t have your pretty boy anymore.

But, you never called. You never responded to any of his messages either. The words he spoke all those weeks ago, hurt you more than when Amber stood over your body, thinking she had killed you after her brutal attack.

And here you are now, sitting in front of your friends, who somehow convinced you to have a study picnic with them. They’ve barely looked at their textbooks and notes, too concerned about you to pay them any attention. You haven’t spoken barely a full sentence the whole time you’ve been with them, you have bags under your eyes, and you just don’t seem as glowy as you usually do. You looked exhausted.

“Staring me down won’t make you guys any more prepared for these exams coming up.” You state, not even bothering to look up from your notes. “We’re just worried about you Y/N/N. You just aren’t acting like yourself.” Anika’s voice is soft, almost like she’s afraid she’ll scare you off. “I just haven’t been getting enough sleep. I’ll be fine once exams are over with.”

They all knew you were lying. They all knew you were still heartbroken, and they all knew how much you missed your pretty boy.

…Which is why Chad texted him and told him where you were.

Ethan was in class when he got Chads text. Usually his phone would be off, but he’s had it on everyday since your fight just in case you finally texted him back.

“You better fix things with our pretty girl, she’s not okay and I’m only doing this because we all miss seeing her smile. She’s here studying at the quad with us, don’t fuck this up again.”

Ethan was jumping from his seat the second he finished reading the text. Catching a few odd looks from the people around him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted his girl, who was never officially his girl, back.

Everything he thought he was gonna say left his mind as soon as he got to you. You looked absolutely miserable, and when your friends looked up at him, they couldn’t believe how miserable he looked too.

You held your face in your hands as tears of exhaustion fell down your cheeks. You felt like a baby. But you finally hit your breaking point, sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn’t breath and all you wanted was the comfort of Ethan’s arms around you. “Y/N/N? What do you need us to do?” Tara tried to comfort you the best she could, running her hands up and down your arms.

“Can someone please get Ethan? I just really need him right now.” At your words everyone looked up at him with a look of, ‘we will kill you if you don’t fix this.’

He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to you as quick as possible. “I’m already here, angel.” He said softly as he kneeled down beside you. He then slowly removed your hands from your eyes, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders and shove your face into his neck.

“I’m gonna take you back to my place, okay?” Ethan could tell you’ve barely slept, and you always said you got the best sleep with him in his bed. “Okay.” You mumble out, before pulling away from the comfort of Ethan’s embrace.

———

After bidding your friends goodbye, Ethan grabs your hand in his and doesn’t let go until you’ve made it inside his dorm. His eyes follow your form as you make your way to his room, he had so much he wanted to say to you, but was afraid it wouldn’t be enough.

When you reach his room, you go straight for his closet, wanting to be out of the uncomfortable jeans and crop top. Your hands delicately run across Ethan’s shirts, missing the feeling of the material on your skin. It’s dumb, you think. How a simple piece of clothing can bring you so much comfort, all because of who it belonged to.

“Oh, here! I put your favorite t-shirt away so nothing would happen to it. I’ll be right back.” Ethan hands you the old graphic tee, before going into his adjoined bathroom. You quickly change and sit down on his bed, already feeling the tension leaving your body.

When Ethan returns, he’s also changed into comfier clothes. He’s also holding a pack of makeup wipes, that he always kept there just in case you needed them.

He sits against the headboard, eyes meeting yours before patting his lap, signaling for you to take perch in. “Come here.” He says softly, dark eyes never leaving yours. You tiredly make your way over to him, not really knowing what to expect. But he only opens the pack of make-up wipes and with a touch so soft, you barely feel it, he wipes your ruined makeup off. And even though he’s done this for you a million times before, this time feels so incredibly different.

Ethan thinks he’s somehow fucked up again, as he noticed the slight wobble of your lips, followed by tears gathering in your eyes once again. He drops the wipe, and cups your face instead. You feel the pads of his thumbs wipe your fallen tears and you can’t help but ask, “Why did you say it?”

And he just looks at you. Big brown doe eyes, staring right into your soul.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He gives you a sad smile, rubbing his knuckles against your cheek. “And when I realized how in love with you I actually am, I got scared. And I’m still scared, because if there’s one thing I’m really good at, it’s fucking up all the good things I have in my life. It’s not an excuse for how I acted, and I wish I would have just told you how I felt instead of causing all of this. Instead of causing tears to fall down your pretty face.” You could tell by the conviction in his voice he meant every word he said.

“I just-“ He pauses and continues to look at you, waiting for you to reject him. Waiting for you to tell him it’s too late and the damage is done, and there’s no repairing it.

Instead, you lean forward and place a hand on his chest for support, before placing your lips on his.

Ethan stops breathing for a few seconds. He couldn’t believe he was finally kissing the girl of his dreams. He couldn’t believe that a fuck up like him, got someone like you. And the kiss. The kiss was just how you both imagined it would be. Slow at first, learning the others patterns, but once you figured it out, it became more heated. You could feel the others want, you could feel every ounce of love the two of you had for each other.

After a few more pecks, you pull away. “I’m in love with you too, E.” Ethan’s face lights up, and he just smiles at you. “Does this mean I can officially call you my girlfriend?” You giggle and nod with a smile as big as his. “Yes, pretty boy. You can call me your girlfriend.”

Ethan wraps his arms around you, and moves your body to lay down with him. Your head immediately going to his chest as you feel his fingers run through your hair. “Well I have a lot of making up to do, so to start off, let’s get you to sleep. Because I know you haven’t been sleeping like you should.” “Do I look that awful?” You ask, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.

“No, sweet girl. You look beautiful. But I know you won’t go to anyone else about your night terrors, and your body language is off. Now, just close your eyes and go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Okay.” And for a second it’s completely silent. Ethan thinking you had already fallen asleep places a kiss to your forehead and brings you closer to his chest. “I love you so much.” He whispers, finally closing his tired eyes.

“I love you too.”

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neo-novaa · 1 year

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eager

; the second part to bitter

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut !! p in v, fingering, ooc ethan (he fucks) not proofread so if you see any mistakes...no you did not.

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: ARGH this took so long and i have some very mixed feelings about this but fuck it we ball

it takes you all of seven minutes to finish a usual one-minute walk, only because you can’t stop turning around and kissing him.

another scientific feat: it takes less than half that time to bring him through the front door, up the stairs, and into your room— it’s crazy how quickly people can finish tasks when their main motivation is sex.

you don’t waste any time; it’s easier to skip over the formalities when you’ve spent months yearning for this exact moment.

“someone’s eager.” ethan murmurs against your lips.

“shut the fuck up,” you quip, pulling him closer to you.

you can’t tell if your brain is foggy from alcohol or lust, but you’re acting on your most primal instincts: you’re nearly clawing at ethans neck as you kiss him, begging him for more. his reaction almost immediate, and he’s taking off his shirt mere moments after you shut the door to your room behind you.

you’re the one guiding ethan to your bed, and you’re climbing onto his lap when he sits down on your mattress.

your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how hard he is against you, and it’s only then do you finally pull away from him. you lift your shirt, pulling it from your embarrassingly sweaty torso, and throw it into some corner of the room.

you nearly cower with the way ethan is starting at your torso.

or, more aptly, your tits.

but you can tell that he’s looking over you — all of you. your neck, your chest, your abdomen, your legs; he’s taking it all in as if he’d never see it again.

“you’re so beautiful.” ethan murmurs.

you feel your face flush.

but you don’t want him to know how deeply of an affect his words have on you. so instead, you kiss him. gently.

then it’s rough— then it’s fast, and then ethans hands are grasping at your waist and rocking your hips down onto his. you feel your breath hitch when you make contact, the steady friction beginning to aid that five-month long ache in your abdomen.

it’s no where near enough, not for either of you.

in one swift move ethan has you pinned against your back, a skillful hand popping the button of your pants. his lips fall from yours, trailing around your jaw, your neck, leaving a path of dark bruises.

you feel that same fog clouding your brain, so much so that you barely register ethans hand until he has a finger inside of you.

you’re barely able to utter his name before he’s kissing you again, the same tooth and tongue from moments ago.

“is this okay?” he says, pulling away for a moment, and you’re too overwhelmed to do anything but nod.

“good, that’s good…” ethan whisperes as he begins to curl his finger inside of you. you rut your hips into his hand, chasing that arousal, urging that tightening coil in your abdomen.

just as you’re getting acclimated to one finger, ethan is pushing another inside of you, curling at your gummy walls.

“shit, ethan--” you can barely murmur his name without whining incoherently, and you spot the way that he seems just out of breath as you are.

“i know, i know.” he murmurs, and you whimper noisily as he begins to hasten his pace. the moment ethans name spills from your lips is he pressing a thumb against your clit, and if your eyes weren’t glued shut, you’d be able to see the cockiest smirk on ethans face.

you’re arching into it, hands clawing at your wrinkled bedsheets. and the way he’s curling his fingers inside of you, and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves-- that coil inside of you snaps.

it’s loud, even you can tell. but you wouldn’t dream of holding back; you needed ethan to know how much of an affect he had on you.

you’re relishing in the relief that flushes over your body as he works you through your orgasm, both the hormones and the realization that ethan, the boy you’d been eyeing for months just finger-fucked you.

his lips on your skin brings you back to reality, and you nearly whine at his clothes erection against your spent cunt.

“ethan,” you utter his name, hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you.

“yeah?” he says from the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

for a moment, you don’t respond. at least, not with words. one of your (trembling) legs nudges his hips as you roll your hips against his dick, and your name lazily. spills from his mouth

“ethan,” you practially moan his name, and he’s reading your signal loud and clear. you just sit there and enjoy the view as he slovenly undoes his jeans, sliding them with haste.

you swear could feel his anticipation, that same voracious yearning that’s been festering inside of you for god knows how long. your heartbeat’s fast, your uneven breathing miraculously in sync, and you feel hot anticipation climbing up in your chest.

ethan’s on top of you again, one arm encaging your head with his warm breath hitting your chest.

you’re about to reach over to your bedside drawer when you see ethan putting on a condom, and you can’t help but take a step away from the moment.

“were you planning on getting some action tonight?”

he looks up at you, not-so-innocent puppy dog eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration that you might puke.

“if i’m honest do you promise not to laugh at me?”

you have to hold back a giggle while you nod.

and then ethan is leaning closer to you, lips oh-so softly brushing against yours, as if this moment was something temporary— as if he wasn’t literally about to dick you down.

“i’ve been carrying condoms with me for months just in case this moment happened.”

and— oh, you almost cry.

because yeah, you know ethans about to fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and you know you’re going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it’s the little things like that that remind you of what a sweetheart he is.

but he quickly brings you back down to earth by pushing into you, burrying himself into you until his hips meet yours. your chest arches into his, and ethan can’t help the way he’s whining into your ear. it’s enough to make you see stars.

your hands find his waist, thumbing against the muscles on his lower abdomen, silently encouraging -- begging him to move.

you can barely hear his quiet whines and breathy moans against your hips rutting together; you barely register how hard ethan is biting into your neck, his canines digging into your skin.

“--ethan,” you whine, exposing more of your neck to his blistering lips on your neck. “don’t, fuck— please don’t leave so many marks, i have a— shit, i have a really important presentation tomorrow—”

“i don’t give a shit,” he grunts, pushing away to meet your gaze. “gonna mark you up all over,”

ethan quickly resumes position, staying true to his promise and leaving dark, impossible to cover lovebits all along your neck and shoulder. his free had pushes your hips down, keeping you still as he keeps driving into you.

“you like that, don’t you,” ethan whispers into your ear, brushing his temple against yours. “the thought of being covered in bruises because of me?”

you nod helplessly, relishing how tight your abdomen burns. you can feel it coiling tighter, burning harder, and your hands are clawing at him, chasing your release.

“touch me,” you whisper, so quiet you fear he may not even hear you. everything he does is too much and too little-- you can feel every one of his nerves crashing into yours, yet you don’t feel him enough.

skin against skin, and yet you can’t feel complete without his hands on you.

he whispers something into your ear, something incoherent beneath his whimpers, your mewls, and skin slapping against skin.

you can feel his touch scortching into your sides, one of his hands digging into your waist as the other moves south, his fingers finding place against your clit.

you arch into his fingers, your lungs burning with needy gasps. you’re close-- he’s close, bodies moving against each other in tandem.

“you’re fucking gorgous,” he says, mostly to himself, rutting into you as he seeks his own release. he’s thumbing against your clit, helping the pressure build inside of you. he knows you’re close, he can feel it.

that’s all you needed to finishl ethan burying himself into you, murmuring your name like a prayer. you feel yourself crashing over the edge, digging your nose into his neck, the two of you basking in the rhapsodic feeling of your release.

for a moment, thats all you do; you mellow in the shared space, the feeling of pure adoration eating each other alive. you can feel your breathing become even, your heart slowing pace, his chest beating against yours.

ethan breaths your name against your lips, enveloping you in a covetous kiss. his lips are languid against yours, those same hands burning against your hips.

you’ve never felt closer to him, and a part of you fears that if you pull away from him, he will slip through your hands.

so you hold onto ethan like he’s falling, slipping away from you. you hold him like he’s nothing but a fleeting moment. you hold him like he’s a dream, and you squeeze your eyes shut in fear that when you open them, he will be gone.

but when he whispers your name so delicately, as if the word itself could break, you bring yourself to meet his eyes: wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful.

he’s beautiful.

so you tell him just that.

“you look so beautiful like this.” you whisper, and the red on his cheeks goes anything but unnoticed.

ethan rests his forehead against yours, his breaths falling evenly. “you stole my line.”

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shadesslut · 4 months

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rough

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, mention of blood)

Summary: After New York, Ethan still hungered to kill, but what happens if he gets caught by Y/N? What happens if she likes it?

(a/n: this is lowkey bad D:)

✮

The sound of flesh splitting open that emitted from Ethan stabbing was one of his favorite noises. Sometimes his chest would tighten from the way it made him feel. The way the blade sliced easily against skin like butter, the way skin would swell at the faintest cut. His favorite part though, was the kill. The way the shine in their eyes disappeared made Ethan giddy; he loved it.

Moving was supposed to be his fresh start with Y/N. After becoming the only member of his family alive, he promised Y/N he’d change after New York. And he did. For three months. Three months of isolation in the tiny apartment the couple shared was hell for Ethan. The day Y/N let him wander into the city he killed.

It was four-thirty in the morning. The rattles of the windchimes that hung in their small porch combined with the creaky steps Ethan made in their kitchen filled the air. He looked out to their porch, staring at the open slide door. He shook his head as he made his way over to close it; and he wondered why Y/N left it open every night. The bedroom door was cracked open, and Ethan hoped he would be able to sneak washing the blood off his forearms without waking her. He tip-toed to their bathroom, checking over his shoulder ever so often to make sure she was asleep. He turned on the faucet halfway as he washed his arms in the dark.

He told himself he needed to calm down. He needed to be able to lay in bed still, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that with all of the tension inside of him from the kill. The cold water spilled off of his hands into the drain, catching the blood with it. Ethan looked dead ahead into the mirror. Only his eyes and highlights of his hair glimmered in the moonlight, and for a split second, his gaze gave himself chills.

“Shit,” He hissed as the harsh light flipped on. He squinted his eyes at the glare and whipped his head towards the doorway, seeing a very annoyed Y/N. She wore one of Ethan’s shirts, the neckhole too big it hung at her clavicle, and a pair of booty shorts. The sight would usually make Ethan’s dick hard, but right now he felt shriveled up in fear.

“Where were you?” She asked sternly.

Ethan blinked repeatedly in a nerve wrecking manner. “What do you mean?” He asked lowly. She rolled her eyes and huffed.

“You were gone for almost three hours. Where the hell were you?” She asked once more.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” Ethan mumbled in response. He knew she wasn’t budging. She squinted her eyes at him suspiciously and walked towards him, stopping once she saw the blood streaks in the sink. Her gaze flicked down to his shoes, coated in spots of blood. Her eyes widened in shock, along with Ethan, and the next thing she did shocked Ethan more.

She immediately raised her hand to his neck, forcing him to bend over into a heated kiss. Ethan moaned in surprise, but didn’t protest. Instead, he sighed heavily and snaked his hands to her waist, tightly gripping flesh. Their lips moved sloppily against each other in sync, the noises of their heavy breaths flowing to each others’ ears. He roughly pulled her against his body, and through lidded eyes Ethan saw her immediately look down. Her upper pelvis rubbed against his clothed erection, and Ethan threw his head back in pleasure.

“This is what you do to me, baby,” He said as he watched her start to quickly undo his jeans. “You fucking ruin me.”

She let out a dry laugh as she tugged his jeans and boxers down, letting his hard cock spring up. He hissed at the cold air, and his grip on her tightened as he left marks. She started to bend down before Ethan jerked her body up by her underarm. In one swift move, he picked her up by her thighs and set her on the bathroom counter. “As much as I love your lips, I need to be inside of you right now.” He whined, nudging his nose into her neck as he peppered kisses.

“So needy for me, huh?” She cooed softly, her fingers raking his curls. He whimpered and nodded as he began to thrust into the air. “I missed this version of you. The rough, violent, you.”

This made his head jerk up, his eyes full of admiration.

“I’ve been trying to change you,” She whispered. He continued to stare at her, and he started to tug her shorts off . “I just need you to be rough again, please.” She begged.

Ethan softly kissed her forehead. “You want me to be rough?” He asked, making sure. She nodded her head frantically, begging him. He nodded once. Then he quickly ripped her panties off, making her gasp as she stared at the torn material. He lined himself up to her entrance, and without hesitation, slammed his cock inside of her.

A deep, guttural yell came out of her at the stretch. It burned and stung, but oh did it fill her up oh so good. Ethan, having the time of his life, continued to ram himself in and out of her.

“Fuck honey,” he cooed down at her. “So wet for me, all for me.”

She whimpered at his words, hair bouncing as Ethan jerked both of their bodies against each other. The arch of Ethan’s dick slid beautifully inside of her. She inhaled heavily as she shut her eyes, taking all the pleasure in. She needed this, she needed him. Ethan grunted as his hips slapped against her. He talked her through his climax, and he screwed his eyes shut as he came. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop because he knew she hadn’t finished yet.

A hiss escaped his lips as he continued to thrust. Y/N looked up at him with big doe eyes, smiling as if she knew she had him wrapped around her pretty little finger. His thumb found her clit, immediately circling the sensitive bead. She gasped his name, and she involuntarily started grinding her hips against him. Ethan chuckled.

“Always so needy for me, so needy for my cock that you become so limp in my hands.” Ethan teased in her ear. He was still hard even after finishing; Y/N always praised him for his stamina. She felt overstimulated, like her entire body felt goopy at his touch. Her tits bounced at Ethan’s rough movements, and Ethan whined as he watched the fabric of his shirt she wore move. She clenched around him as she approached her climax, and Ethan used his free hand to grip her jaw, forcing her into a heated kiss.

“Ethan,” she whined. Her core tightened, and her mind went into a daze.

“I would kill for you.” He said. “I would kill to feel you, I would kill for this pussy. I was made to kill for you.” He peppered kisses against her jaw after each sentence, and he felt the warmth of her cheeks radiate.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” She started, sitting up slightly as she grabbed and clawed Ethan’s back. Ethan nodded, shutting her up with another kiss. He quickened his pace with his hips and thumb, smiling into her mouth as he heard her mutter curses. She gasped loudly as she finished, and he slammed into her once more.

Their breaths were loud and hot against each other’s skin. Beads of sweat slid down Ethan’s back, sending a chill down his spine. He pulled back to look at her state; disheveled and used. She blinked her eyes open, and with the smile Ethan gave her, she knew he would still kill. And he would do it for her.

(a/n: SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN AWHILE)

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w2sology · 2 months

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omg hi I saw your requests were open and I loved loved loved ‘all of the ways’ could you please write something about readers reaction to Harry’s goal at the charity match? Thank you!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

this was from last year omg... how did i not see it 😃 and also as a west ham fan this was absolutely beautiful to write 🤭

the real deal, harry lewis.

summary: you attend the 2023 sidemen charity game and just to your luck, harry scores his first goal.

warnings: not proof read!

walking up the steps that led to the top of the lower blocks in the london stadium, you smiled, unable to contain your excitement for the game that was to follow.

the sidemen were having another of their charity football games, and as you always were, you came along to support harry.

arm in arm with freya, the two of you, along with faith and a few others of the sidemen family, walked towards your seats, your eyes flickering around as you took in the large amount of people who came.

it was a hot day, and despite feeling the material sticking a little to your body, you didn't regret wearing the black 'wroetoshaw 77' shirt, proud to show off your boyfriend.

leading up to today's event, harry had been moaning and groaning about not yet scoring a goal since the first charity match, but he was just happy to be out there with the boys.

"well, when you score your first," you'd told him, hand cupping his cheeks as you pulled his face towards you. "i'll be right there with you to celebrate."

that was more than enough motivation to give harry his end goal of the day ─── score a goal just for you.

collecting olive from ethan as they walked out onto the pitch, faith sat back down with the babbling bundle of joy, nervously tapping your thighs. "gosh, i can't wait for it to start already!" she squealed.

and you shared her excitement equally, a bright smile on your face as you watched harry looking around the block for you, blowing a kiss and waving your way when he spotted you.

you gladly returned the gesture, fanning yourself with the matchday program and shielding yourself from the burning sun.

as the match went on, you grew more and more interested. of course, it was for charity as well as for shits and giggles, but being with harry for such a long time, you become immersed in the sport that he loved so dearly.

with the first half over, freya had gotten you a drink with some extra ice cubes, and as you say with it, harry and the rest of the boys walked into the tunnel for their half time break, your lover giving you a wink as he walked past.

it didn't matter if he was sweaty or not; the sight of harry alone was enough to make you want to jump his bones.

holding onto that thought, you managed to make it to the second half without asking any questions like you usually would when watching football with harry.

"well, i don't get why they can't just run towards the other goal and kick it in then, if they're allowed to use their hands." you'd say.

"because... because that's just not how it works!"

and now there you were, stood on your feet as you watched vik pass the ball back towards harry instead of taking the shot himself, and your boyfriend didn't miss a beat; he kicked the ball beautifully into the back of the net.

you screamed so loud you couldn't even hear it, turning next to you to grasp freya's arms as faith turned her camera towards you to capture your reaction.

"oh my god!" you yelled, hands over your cheeks as you watched harry and the boys huddle together to celebrate his first goal for the sidemen.

breaking apart, harry turned to where you sat and held up a makeshift heart with his hands for you, albeit it looking like a circle at the first few seconds.

there was so much pride and love in your what for him, that when the game ended and he had his winner's medal and all on him, you couldn't help but smother his face in kisses, outwardly expressing your happiness for him.

"i told you you could do it," you whispered against his lips, his hair tickling your forehead.

"yeah, you did, didn't you?"

pressing his lips to yours briefly, harry pulled back to smile at you, his girl, and his number one supporter.

"looks like the wag life is about to become reality," he joked.

"oh yeah," you laughed. "the real deal."

#wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw x reader #sidemen x reader #wroetoshaw imagines #harry lewis x reader #sidemen #wroetoshaw imagine #harry lewis

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mrschampion · 1 year

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💋ཾ ༚ MY STARGIRL

summary :: Your dear boyfriend Ethan Landry came rushing back from "econ" just to find you fresh out of the shower in your room with only a pair of underwear on. Too distracted with your music playing in the background you didn't hear him but instead heard the ringing of your phone. No caller id. Will you pick it up or just let it keep ringing?

warnings :: 18+ smut. Reader is a female. Use of profanity. Praise kink. Sorry if there's any typos, English isn't my first language.

word count :: 1.5k words.

I had a vision

A vision of my nails in the kitchen

You were in your room with only a newly worn red lace bra and panties on, as a towel laid neatly wrapped around your head. You just got out of the shower and had music playing in the background from your tv that hanged from the wall.

You were currently sitting in front of your vanity mirror doing your hair before applying your nightly skin care routine on.

You pumped out lotion from the container and smeared it all over your legs, making sure not to miss a spot. You reached up to your thighs before a ringing noise started echoing. Your phone was glowing a bright white as your room was dark, the only source of light was from your LEDs that were set on the color purple.

Not bothering to change into pajamas just yet you got up and reached over to your phone to see the number.

No caller ID.

You were smart enough not to answer these types of calls since it's always just some scammers talking about your bank account. But tonight you were more bored than ever, not having your boyfriend Ethan Landry around since he had a late night class at econ.

You swiped right to answer the call "Hello?"

A sudden raspy voice was heard over the phone.

"Hello y/n."

You put your free hand on your hip, leaning to the side a bit to stand comfortably. "Oh? So you know my name, that's good" You said in an almost teasing tone.

"Yes of course, why wouldn't I know such a pretty lady's name? In fact you look quite good tonight my dear."

You raised one of your eyebrows and quickly looked around your room to see if anyone was possibly lurking in the darkness. Finding nothing, you decided to check the last place in your room.

You stood in front of your drawn curtains, twirling a strand of hair with your finger. "You really think so?" You asked as you stepped closer to your bedroom window to open the curtains.

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming

You peered out and looked left and right but found no one. With a sigh you stepped back, closing the curtains again with your phone still next to your ear. Then came a whisper, it definitely did not come from your phone speaker but instead it came from right behind you

"Oh I know so."

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around your waist as a head filled with curls rested on your shoulder, cold lips smothering your neck with kisses.

"What happened to econ?"

"I had better things to do."

You chuckled seeing that he was still in his Ghostface outfit just without the mask on as it was in his hand. You shifted your hips a bit so that you could lean back against him but instead your ass was met with a hard and throbbing boner that Ethan must've grown when he was speaking to you on the phone.

You resisted the urge to tease him but failed. With one swift movement you turned around to face him with a smirk on your face. "Like what?" Ethan unwrapped his arms from your waist and instead rested his hands on your hips, pulling you closer towards him. He leaned into your ear and held the top fabric of your panties.

"You."

Ethan was quick to pull down your underwear, making you kick it off somewhere in your room. "Jump."

You were quick to follow his order and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walked over to your neatly made bed that was filled with pillows and soft blankets. He laid you down, hovering over you. His curls dangled in his face as he slowly made his way down to your already wet pussy.

He watched as your slick covered your folds. He looked up at you, locking eyes as he pushed your legs apart to make room for his head.

Ethan was always a shy and nerdy type of boy, an obvious virgin. But that all changed once he got with you, now his confidence was always through the roof when he's horny.

"I didn't even touch you yet and you're already this wet?"

You snickered at his words, kinda embarrassed knowing that what he said was true. "Oh shut up Mr ghost face."

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows and softly bit the inner corner of your thigh to tease you. This caused you to yelp and squeeze your legs shut, trapping his head in between them. He took this as his cue to start licking up your folds, sucking on your bundle of nerves from time to time.

Your fingers grabbed onto his curls from the sheer pleasure. You arched your back and peered down to only be met with the top of his head as his whole face was smothered in your dripping pussy.

Your legs were shaking, close to finishing on his face then suddenly Ethan stopped. A whine came out of your mouth, pulling his face closer looking for any type of friction.

"My girl, be patient for me."

Ethan untangled your fingers from his hair and crawled up towards your breasts. He pulled the fabric upwards to get a better view on your nipple. "Red was always my favorite color, especially on you." He said before putting your left breast in his mouth, sucking on it like a baby as his free hand landed on your right breast to fondle with it.

Ethan pulled back and licked your hard nipple, keeping his hand on your other breast. He looked up at you as you were already looking back down at him. He grazed his tongue up your chest, all the way to your neck to suck on the bare skin.

He left hickies and bite marks on your skin while his hand left the warmness of your breast and laid on your hip, moving up and down.

"Please Eth stop teasing me."

"Oh yeah? Tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"Need you in me."

With that Ethan was quick to pull down his boxers and line up his throbbing dick up to your folds.

"Do you want me to count down?"

Even at times like this Ethan was always careful and patient with you, knowing that it's painful for the first few seconds.

You shook your head and signaled him to continue. "No it's ok I trust you."

‘i trust you’

Those words hit Ethan's heart deeply making him slam into you causing a loud moan coming from you and Ethan. Your hands found their way onto his back, nails digging into his skin as Ethan thrusted deep into you.

Ethan watched you arch your back as he grabbed onto your hips to make you stay in spot so his dick could sink deeper into your warm hole. Ethan wasn't much on the thick side but he length on the other hand was a different story

"Eth I can't- it's too much"

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

Tears filled your eyes as you stuttered from the overwhelming pleasure. Ethan hushed you and wiped away the salty tears that dripped down your rosy cheeks.

"Shh yes you can, you're taking me so well."

Ethan lifted your legs, putting them over his shoulders so he can thrust at a better angle. He leaned down closer to your face, pressing his lips to your parted ones. He shushed your whines with sloppy kisses. Ethan pulled back as a string of saliva connected between your lips and his.

Your legs started to shake around his shoulder, you were getting closer and closer to finishing on him. Ethan felt your walls pulsating around his shaft. "Go on pretty girl, squirt for me." Ethan placed his hand on your stomach specifically on the spot where his dick was making a bulge. He pushed down on it making you feel it more.

Soon enough a wave of pleasure hit you like a truck, your whole body was shaking. "Ah shit Ethan!" You moaned, hand gripping the pillow behind you as you squirted all over his lap and upper stomach.

Your juices were dripping down your thighs while Ethan continued his thrusts, chasing his own high. You felt him twitch inside of you as his pace quickened. He stuff his face into the crook of your neck before letting out a quiet whine.

You felt his hot cum ooze into you before he pulled out, carefully dropping your limp legs on the soft bed and collapsing beside you.

Ethan watched as your chest rose up and down, you were trying your best to catch your breath.

Your hair was messy as some strands stuck onto your sweaty forehead. Carefully Ethan picked you up into his arms, bridal style as he walked towards the bathroom to run a bath.

"You did well my love, I'm proud of you." He said while giving you a kiss on the cheek.

I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl.

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webslingingslasher · 7 months

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waitttt what does peter do if one of the frat dudes refer to trouble as his bitch, or if he heard anyone call her that? it happened to me before, but was such a let down because he actually just let his friends say it 😻 we’re no longer together btw

while peter's in the bathroom you butt into the group and voice your opinion, 'i think you guys should do the maze! everyone does haunted houses.'

one brother didn't like your opposing opinion, 'why do you think you have a say in anything we do? you're just parker's bitch.' you freeze on the spot, you didn't mean to offend anyone, or try to impose, you were just trying to voice an outsider opinion.

your brow furrows, 'okay, well, i was just thinking that-'

'no one cares what you think.' it's aggressive for no reason, you want to stand strong but feel yourself slinking to the back of the group. another member catches your mood, he jabs an elbow and gives a supportive smile.

'you know he didn't mean it like that, he's just on edge.' you give a barely there nod and drone out the brothers proposal, feeling sorry for yourself until peter returns and has his hand resting on your lower back.

when no one spoke up for you it felt like it was mutal agreement, you didn't feel welcome in the house that night. you slide closer to peter and mumble softly.

'i just got a call from ally, i gotta go.' you don't even give him time to respond, high tailing it from the frat house and back to where you can not feel like such a bother.

you weren't going to make a big deal of it, and you knew if you told peter, especially in the moment, he'd make it a big deal and your embarrassment would increase tenfold. it doesn't make you feel any less bad when peter looks disappointed and confused.

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ten thirty in the morning you’re standing outside peter's front door humming. playing off last night as a fluke, you don’t feel so judged. you think the other brother was right, the comments weren’t coming from a place of resentment but because you just confirmed his anxieties about his party turning out to be a dud.

ethan greeted you at the door, you gave him a quick hug before squeezing by him. ‘good morning, friend.’ ethan wrapped his arm around yours as he tugged you further into the house, turning for the kitchen.

‘your boy is in the shower, want some breakfast?’ you nod and smack your lips watching him make you a plate from the earlier meal. tearing a piece of french toast with your teeth you peer up to watch the brother from last night pass by.

you give a small wave, testing to see if he was still bitter from last night, he wasn’t. but you became extremely upset looking at his face as he turned to wave back. the bar chair spins by how quick you drop, making it to him in three steps, you tug at his chin.

‘did peter fucking hit you?’

you already know the answer, he has a black eye to prove it.

‘i know i was out of line last night, i shouldn’t have-‘

‘no, no, no.’ your mind spins, this isn’t what you wanted. that's why you didn't say anything, you wonder who tattled. you shake your head in dissapointment, you pull in the brother for a tight hug.

'i am so, so sorry. i didn't tell him to do anything, i didn't even tell him anything!' he gives a nervous laugh, 'i shouldn't have-' you push him away and hold his arms, 'nothing you said warrented that, okay? i'm sorry, i'm really, really sorry.'

he shrugs it off, he does seem mostly unbothered, but it makes you shake in fury. peter doesn't understand that he just proved his claims right. peter punching a guy for calling you his bitch, made you feel like his bitch.

you stare at ethan and raise your arms, 'tarrent.' you roll your eyes, of course he'd be the one to gossip. without second thought you stomp up to peter's room, going straight into his bathroom and slapping the glass on the shower.

peter jumps in alert, you're giving him a dirty glare behind a slight fog. 'hey, trouble. did you have some french toast?' you stay silent as you tug the shower door open, you barzenly step in, peter does his best to block your clothes from the showerhead with his body.

'you are such a douchebag, peter. what you did? that was such a douchebag move.'

he knows what you're talking about, you make him feel shameful. he was, but only to a degree. he probably shouldn't have punched him, but he also shouldn't have called you a bitch and sent you running away.

'no one should speak about you like that.'

'you shouldn't put your hands on people like that.'

peter narrows his eyes, 'is this what we're doing?' you cross your arms, 'i want you to apologize.'

peter keeps his hold for a few seconds, then he deflates and looks to the side. 'i'm sorry. i shouldn't have punched him.' he warms up when you coo and rub his arm.

'aw, petey. yeah, that sounds perfect. let me know when you're coming downstairs so i can grab him.' the second you leave the shower he stops you, 'hey! what does that mean?'

you hold a hand to your chest, 'you didn't punch me, i don't want your apology for it.' peter turns the water off to wrap a towel around him, 'just- hold on.' you're followed back into his bedroom, you do your best to ignore water droplets over his chest.

'you want me to apologize to the guy that called you a bitch?'

'i want you to apologize to the guy you gave a black eye to.'

'for calling you a bitch.'

you slap your hands on your thighs, 'for calling me your bitch, peter! and when you go around punching guys that say that, you make them right!'

oh.

when you say it like that it's painted in a new light, all peter could think about the blatent disrespect, he didn't think about how it would affect you.

'i mean, the guy was petrified to see me. he kept saying sorry and wouldn't look at me, that doesn't make me feel like you protected my honor, it feels like you tarnished it.'

peter can't even look you in the eye, he feels horrible. you already felt like you weren't liked because of his frat brothers comment, and now you would feel like everyone would be scared to talk to you.

peter just made you feel more uncomfotable in his house than a passing comment could ever.

'i didn't think about it like that. i'm sorry, trouble.'

he sounds sorry, you accept the apology, but just this once.

'the next time you punch somone on my behalf, it'll be because i asked you, agree?'

peter nods quick, 'yeah, yes, agreed.' you look him over, he still has some shampoo suds in his hair. 'i'm going downstairs to finish my breakfast, and the next time i see you, you better be ready to give an apology.'

he's still annoyed at the thought, but he'd do anything for you. 'yes, ma'am.'

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ethan had just taken your plate away to wash it when peter came down the stairs, he was fully dressed this time and his hair was only slightly damp.

he raised his eyebrows at you before taking a deep breath, calling for the brother by his last name. peter stretches before shaking out his shoulders, he called out again, but for a house meeting.

you were weary at the least and curious at the most. staying in your seat you watch carefully, each member at the house stood around in a half circle.

'it's been brought to my attention that my actions last night were out of line and childish. i let myself, my brother and my frat down. it's a rule we try to solve things with words first, and i didn't do that.'

a few eyes flash towards you, you know they're all thinking about how you got him to apologize.

peter turns to look at his brother with a purple ring coating his left eye. 'i should've never hit you and i'm sorry.'

'ah, it's alright, man. i came after your girl, i'd do the same.' your eyebrows turn in with how quick things turned around. guys are so easy.

peter still feels like it's not right, so he speaks up.

'the apology may have been prompted by someone else,' everyone knows who, 'but this part wasn't.'

peter looks at his fellow member, 'i want you to punch me.' soft oo's pour from the groups mouths, you feel choked up. the brother looks nervous, 'are you sure?'

'yeah, it's only fair. i punched you, you punch- oh, son of a bitch!’ a righthook to his jaw, he didn't see it coming.

peter held his face and hissed, 'fuck me, that sucks.'

'yeah. tell me about it. my eye's still pulsing.' peter winces, 'yeah, still sorry about that.'

a red splotch painted peter's jawline, making sure to look at the small crowd when he spoke. 'if you guys have a problem with my girl hanging around, you let me know, not her. and i promise, no punching.'

when no one adds anything he looks to his friend, 'we good or you need another hit?' the brother raises a fist, before lowering it and cracking a smile. 'we're good bro.'

the members disperse, you slow clap for peter.

'very impressed, parker.' his nose scrunches, he hates when you call him by his last name. 'does that mean i'm out of the dog house?'

you reach out for him with a pucker, he gives a slow kiss, it's the first one you've given him since you've seen him.

'hm, i'm gonna need at least three more kisses before i think about it.'

peter has no quelms in finishing your request.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #uni exras

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rinbowaman · 14 days

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hi can you do a heethan reaction to reader wearing a pheromones perfume ; ( well actually she was oblivious about it since it was her friends suggestions . )

"Sweet Venom."

Warnings: the usual, dub-con smut, heethan goes feral (more so than usual) and reader is kind of being a dumb tease, unprotected smut, breeding kink, pet names, 😉 enjoy. Since i am dedicating alot of hours ths week to catch up on asks, none of these will be proof read. So ignore all mistakes, trying not have yo guys wait any longer than you already have.

"what the-"

He sniffs the air, overfilling his coffee cup. The lack of awareness has caused him to discontinue his usual routine and, instead, search for the source of this vibrant scent that has his whole hearted attention.

Where is it coming from?

Coincidently, you show up just as the scent was becoming intense. "Good morning babe." you express with a voice that chimed through the room like a warm toned bell ring.

"Is that you?"

You look up to see a wide eye'd heethan staring at you. Not heeseug. Not ethan. Heethan.

His expression was a crossover between intrigue, wonderment, and rage. His breathing escalated; chest heaved deeper as his shoulders propped up, look fiercely broader than normal. If you didn't know any better, you would say that there was a slight bit of drool seeping out from the corner of his mouth. "What?" you ask shyly.

"You know damn well what....it is you. Dont fucking play dumb. What did you do?"

"i didn't do anythi-"

"your fucking perfume, y/n!"

the level of his voice rising startled you. He closes the distance and punches the wall as he corners you against his chest, forcing you to lean against the smooth plastered surface. "I...it's a new perfume."

"What are you doing to me?" the iris in his eyes shrink, his nostrils flaring. He clenches his fist tighter, causing his knuckles to scrape against the cracked wall. "I'm not doing anything. Its a new perfume i just wanted to try it out and--ah!"

he grabs a fistfull of your blouse, clumping the soft fabric as he pulls you in. Swirling you around, he leans you over the kitchen island, tearing your skirt off, panties too.

"where the fuck is it coming from?" he grits out as he begins to aggressively sniff over the back of your shoulders, neck, waist, and over your buttocks. had you known his reaction as going to be this detrimental, you wouldn't have sprayed the scent all over your body, including the crevice of your inner thigh to your vaginal lips.

He rubs his nose and drags it against your skin. His lips forming a tight grit, allowing for the surface of his teeth to scrape against you while a firm hand planted on your lower back keeps you steady against the ledge of the counter. "Fuck....you sprayed it over here? what the fuck, y/n." you couldn't tell if he was angry or just fueling with sexual hunger as the scent became stronger. a sharp bite to the back of your thigh told you it may have been both. "ah! that hurts! don't bite too hard, please!"

he ignores your pleas and continues to bite down, this time on your inner thigh, and touched up with a harsh suckling that surely would leave a hickey over the bite mark. "Heeseung! Ethan! wait!"

he migrates his suckling offense over to the plush lips that cradles your clitoral slit. without any warning, he jams a finger inside, licking the tender spot between your two entrances. his motions were tender and passionate, causing his nose to move close and poke against your anal opening. "Stop! Heeseung!"

the moment you jolted, his hand pushes your forcibly down, practically pinching your waist against the counter edge. "stay fucking still." he speaks against your clitoris, and the sensation of it made you obey. God...you dont want to say it, but you wish he would speak against it once more.

"P-please...not so rough.." you spoke out, knowing that the false pretense of your words would rattle his cage even more. "you like it when i go rough."

your thighs shake as you relish in victory of having him speak against your swollen clit. Sensing the pleasure within you, he takes the hint and continues. "you're leaking, y/n."

"mmhmm...." you wave the white flag as you humbled out an admission of guilt with a small nod. on propped elbows, you arch your back, allowing for your fully glory to bask in the wide open for his face to dig into. "yeah...you fucking know it too, dont you?"

you nod once more at his antics. the sound of his voice was angry. "fucking little tease."

a harsh sting makes its way to every single nerve point in your lower half. Did he just slap your rear end?

"H-Heeseung!"

he slaps it again. and again. it was something that he has, on countless occasions, said he'd never do since slapping assess were meant for cattle, and you were above that sort of treatment. He'd slap your breasts, waist, and used two fingers to lightly slap your jaw at times, during the heat of passion, but never your rear end.

"see what you did, y/n? see what you let loose? stick it up in the air right now!"

each slap follows his words as he continues his passionate assault and makes his demand. You obey willingly, yearning for more of his aggression. just as you didn't think he could get anymore irrisistable he tells you...

"mating season is on. spread your fucking legs and get fucked, y/n."

his large foot shoves in between your feet and he lightly kicks your ankles apart. you hear his belt unbuckle; the unzipping of his jeans made you drool this time. your breasts mashes against the cold counter tile as he rolls up your blouse to expose them. his strong hands grab on to your mid-back, while his stiff muscle feeds its way in between your rear cheeks. taking advantage of your leakage, he lubes it up nicely as he strokes in between the smooth crevice, watching as his shaft rubs against your taint. it was enough to coat it until it glistened and shined like a marble statue. "beg for it, you sexy bitch."

his harsh words made you clench and pulsate. "oh please....please baby....please fuck me. i want it, please...."

"does my pretty little doe give up?"

"yes!"

"my pretty little doe love her buck?"

"yes yes!"

leaning over, his chest pressed against your back, he bends along your body, lips touching your ear. "say it."

you whine in slight confusion. "You know what i mean, y/n."

you cave in upon taking his strategic hint. "Bambi....please fuck me bambi-boy!"

"fuck yeah." he breathes out as he jams himself in. your hip bone slaps against the edge repeatedly when he kept moving them back and forth, all in relation to the momentum of his thrusts. "oh! my! god! bambi!" you scream out.

"louder!" his breath hitches as you clench down.

"bambi!"

"Fucking louder!" his tone raises in volume, reflecting the breach of his release as he relentlessly fucks a new path inside your gut.

"BAMBI!!!"

"Oh fuck!" you gasps out as he picks up an inhuman pace. His thrusts become sloppy and carry less rhythm as he slides in and out fast. the slushing sound of his shaft feeding your opening was enough to make you release. the overwhelming of peak tingle robs you of all your other senses as you feel the thick circumference of his shaft being wrapped by your walls. the bulging tip squeezes against your soft spot, spewing out the clear, slick liquid each time. his thumbs swipe over your lower back repeatedly as his hands firmly grip onto your waist, making you absorb the impact of his balls slamming into the small bit of taint exposed. his fingernails dig into your skin, twitching as he comes closer to release. at that moment, he shifts his placement of grip, and leans down to embrace your entire waistline with his arms. Pulling you back a bit, you inherit a higher propped position as you rest against your palms, standing nearly upright with a slight arch curving along your spine. he was going so fast, you swore you saw stars bursting before you. "right....fucking....there!" he grits his teeth against your neck and finally...

you scream out as you feel the sudden pullback. with his arms wrapped around you, it allowed him to gain leverage in suspending you in mid-air as he came inside. Your feet dangle above ground as you faintly bend forward at the waist as a reactive motion from how hard his arms were squeezing you. the tingling sensation was so strong, it made your toes curl. you so badly wanted for them to touch the ground but he took his time to release deep inside you, keeping you up as he did so. the unbearable feeling of not being able to grip onto anything as the sensation throbbed inside as painful, yet the prickling orgasm made it worth the while, as did your muscles repeatedly clenching around his thickness. "ah! oh my god!" you tune out in a melody that was music to his ears. "yeah...sing for me baby."

you let out a prolonged moan as you shake and rattle. cumming with him inside you, was undoubtedly the best feeling in the world. "im cumming! im cumming!" you let out in the same tune that he loves to hear.

"good....fucking....girl." keeping you levitated, he bounces you in sync with each word as he forces you to drain him dry, and swallow it all within your stained womb.

you both catch your breath for a minute-or two. finally as the sweat beads dry up, and the musky moisture evaporates from your skin, his voices reflects its normal inflection as he asks you...

"what kind of perfume was that, pretty?"

you lay over the counter, limp and fuck-beaten beyond repair. "sweet venom...by enhypen."

"I dig the name. put some more on before we leave, please baby?"

your eyes widen. he couldn't be serious. "but-" you grew startled upon feeling a hand shoot around and grab your neck. pulling you up and away from the counter, you turn to face a familiar countenance, one that was dark and full of malice, and sense of sexual rage that was much darker and vicious than before.

Ethan...

"I said...fucking please."

#heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #yandere heeseung imagines #yandere heeseung #male yandere

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x-ethan-lxndry-l0v3r-x · 7 months

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fem!sub!reader x dom!non-ghostface!ethan where ethan fucks reader on the kitchen counter

and ethan praising her like “taking it so well” or “such a good little girl for me”

"𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡?”-E.L

Pairing: Soft!Dom!Non-ghostface!Ethan Landry x Sub!fem!reader.

NOT PROOFREAD

Includes: NON-PROTECTIVE SEX I gave a height which is 5’1 and because I said so and Ethan is 6’2 and I’ve seen the photo of Jack and Jenna standing together and boy is he tall 😨😨 I can feel the pain, Smut, sub!reader, dom!ethan, I could never actually see Ethan as a dom because he’s actually so babygirl but whatever the heart wants the heart wants, name calling- such as, good girl angel, praising, I’m not a big fan of degradation so that won’t be here, reader wears a skirt for a specific purpose of this story, reader is also very much of a crybaby in a sense not trying to offend anyone but that’s the only word I can describe her as, that’s pretty much it. THIS IS SHORT, LIKE MY WILL TO LIVE 🤗

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“Ethan, I can’t do it, it’s t’much!” She cried out, tears pricking at her eyes, as her nails gently dug into the skin of his broad shoulders as the skin of her ass made contact with the cool marble of the kitchen countertop her skirt pooling at her hips, it didn’t take much for him to make her orgasm, he was quite big compared to her, so he could hit that g-spot deep inside her pretty easily.

He quietly grunted at the feeling of her nails digging into his skin, “Come on, you can take it, you’re a good girl aren’t you, my good girl?” He spoke before pushing that extra inch deeper inside, she almost sobbed at the feeling, he was way too big for her, she looked down at her stomach, a unnatural large bulge poking up through the inside of her tummy, he had her impaled on his cock, a string of whimpers and sobs fell from her mouth, it sounded like music to Ethan’s ears, he was stretching her out so much to the point it hurt, “Ethan- ‘can’t do it, please!” She sobbed, “It’ll feel better soon, jus’ gotta be a good girl for me and take it a little longer.” His thrusts had gotten faster slightly, the sound of her quiet sobs and skin slapping against one another echoing the room, he was close to finishing, as his cock was being milked by her tight warm wet gummy-like walls, “Making me feel so good angel, jus’ gotta hold on for a little longer.” His thrusts got even faster, and he softly grunted, “If you keep squeezing me this tight baby, I just might not be able to pull out, or is that want you want?” This caused her eyes to widen, “N-no! Don’t cum inside, you’re not wearing a condom!” She pleaded him, “Don’t know sweetheart, if you keep up with squeezing me this tight who knows what’ll happen?” He smirked, before thrusting into her even more, “Ethan, please not inside!” She cried, he pressed his lips against hers without a stutter in his movements, before pulling away, “Since you asked so nicely I will fulfil your request.” He planted another kiss on her lips, before pulling his cock out from her, and beginning to pump it in his hand at a fast past the sound of wet slick dripping from his cock onto the cool tiled floor, and with a few more pumps he had cum, the sound of his cum spurting out onto the marble counter and tiled flooring made a splashing sound, she looked at him, poor girl was actually so fucked out, I mean he made her orgasm, what? 4 times? 5? Her legs felt weak and frail, like if she tried to walk she would immediately fall to the ground. Ethan used some paper towels and cleaned up his spilled seed, and went to go into his bedroom, “Why aren’t you coming with me?” He asked curiously his eyebrow raised, “….My legs.” She replied quietly, “What about your legs?” He asked teasingly, she gave him the look of, ‘you know exactly what I’m talking about’, “Oh.” He smirked, “Did I fuck you too good, angel that your little legs are sore?” Her eyes were still glossed over with tears, “Ethan..” She gave him a look as if he had teased her too much to the point she was going to cry. He went over to her and picked her up bridal style, “There you go, angel.” He gave her a kiss on the head. He was still hard, and she only noticed this when he laid her down on his bed, she looked at him with teary eyes, “I’ll be gentle this time.” He reassured her.

Oh that man has a lying problem.

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marishoodie7 · 8 months

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illicit affairs

Dom!Ethan Landry x F!Reader

Content: 18+, smut, unprotected!p in v, cheating, cursing

Ethan drives y/n home from her boyfriend, Chad’s football game. The tension between them was not going ignored in the backseat of his car.

“Get in the backseat.” Ethan said seriously, as you stared in disbelief back at him. He was always just your boyfriend’s hot friend to you. He was driving you home after seeing Chad’s football game and you thought a little flirting wouldn’t do any harm, but now, it seemed the flirting was causing something.

“What?” You questioned, still in disbelief.

“Y/n, did you not hear me slut? Get in the fucking back now.” He commanded, and you got out of the passenger seat to crawl into the back of his car. Ethan exited his side with a slam of the car door. He flung the door across from you open and slid into the space next to you. He leaned in and your lips smashed together. He lightly pushed you onto your back as he crawled on top. You could feel a bludge poking out from his jeans, fighting to get loose. You broke contact and he frantically unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles, then slipping them down his legs. He flipped you both over so that your head was between his legs.

You could see the outline of a large, hardening dick. You licked your lips and hesitantly reached out to pull his boxers down.

“Are you sure?” You questioned, it didn’t feel right to cheat on Chad.

“Fuck yeah, aren’t you the whore that wanted this anyway?” He spat out at you, and you looked up at him, then slid his boxers down. His dick sprung out, it was bigger than you thought. Without thinking about what would happen next you swallowed his length. Ethan gasped and grabbed a fist of your hair, which he pulled lightly as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

You trailed your tongue along the veins of his cock before licking his tip. He twitched in your mouth, then he grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off of his dick.

“Don’t make me cum yet.” He grumbled, his voice laced with lust and his eyes dark. He flipped you over yet again, and as soon as he was on top he pulled your underwear down and pushed your skirt up. He wasted no time in pushing his dick inside of you and thrusting lightly.

“Fuck Ethan!” You breathed, trailing your hands up from his back to running them through his curls. He picked up the pace to transition into a steady, fast paced, thrust. The sounds of your heavy breaths and moans filled the car.

“You little slut. I bet you love it when Chad fucks you like this, how does it feel? Don’t I fuck you better than him?” He whined in your ear, his hips were hitting yours.

“Yes Ethan, god!” You moaned as he hit your g-spot. His strokes became more sloppy and desperate.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum soon, I’m gonna fill you up you fucking whore.” He cursed, and thrusted once in your g spot before you came undone under him. You came on Ethan’s dick but he wasn’t ready to stop. Your cries and the sound of his thrusts was only making him even more eager.

“I know you were flirting with me, you wanted me even though you were with Chad. Now I’m gonna make you mine.” Ethan said before slowing his movements and clenching his eyes shut. He let out one more cry before releasing himself in you. You felt yourself become filled with a hot feeling, and even when he pulling his thick, glistening cock out of you, you didn’t feel empty.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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fem!reader being a voyeur when sub!ethan is masturbating while moaning her name repeatedly, and she gets really turned on. she decides to make her presence known and help him out. lots of dirty talk and praise please 🙏

thank you so much!

I hope you like this! I totally left it open for a part 2 if you want it lmao, my bad🫠

Come & Go - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: When you forgot something at Ethan and Chad's apartment, you discover that your friend thinks about you when he's alone.

Contains: Voyeuristic!Reader, oral - m recieving, male masturbation, hand job. Friends to lovers trope(yes, again. I'm so sorry but I love a friends hooking up scenario.)

A/N: Ya girl is back with the cliffhangersssss. 🙃 If y'all want a 2nd part, let me know💕

On your way to your morning class, you noticed your backpack felt lighter than usual. You soon realized that your laptop was missing, because you’d left it at Ethan and Chad’s the night before when you were studying with the two boys.

You always ran into Chad on the way to your first class, so you stood and waited for him where your paths usually crossed, hoping you’d see him. You thought about texting Ethan, knowing he didn’t have a morning class, but you noticed Chad walking your way when you were about to pull your phone out.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, noticing the slight look of panic on your face.

“I left my laptop at your apartment last night. Can I borrow your key? Or should I text Ethan?” you asked, as Chad started to shake his head.

“Whatever you do, don’t text Ethan. He get’s so grumpy when he doesn’t have a morning class and someone wakes him up,” you laughed a little at Chad’s words as he pulled his key ring out of his pocket and slid off the apartment key. “He might not get mad if it’s you, though,” he smirked, handing you the key.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, as he put his hands up in front of him.

“Nothing, just…He has a soft spot for you,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I’ll give this back to you at lunch,” you said, turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction towards their apartment.

You kept thinking about Chad’s comment about Ethan having a soft spot for you, but you had one for him, too. You’d had a crush for the longest time but didn’t know how to talk to him about it because you were so close. His dorky little qualities were so cute to you, and he was always so playful and sweet to you.

When you made it to the front door of the apartment, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, knowing how it can squeak if it’s opened too quickly. After you closed it, you started to tiptoe across the floor, trying to be as quiet as you could. You tried to remember the last place you had it, and after checking the kitchen and living room, the only other place was Ethan’s room.

You stood outside his cracked door, debating if you should try to sneak in and grab it without waking him, but you knew he’d probably wake up and be absolutely terrified when he noticed someone was in his room. You didn’t have the chance to think about it much longer, as you heard him start to move around a little. You took a deep breath and backed away, not wanting to seem like a total creep that was just lurking outside of his door if he happened to walk out of his room.

He didn’t though, and you started to hear him whimpering. Your curiosity got the best of you, stepping back towards the door and peaking through the small crack. Your eyes grew wide when you saw him on his bed shirtless, his sweatpants pulled halfway down his thighs, and his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He was slowly stroking himself when your bottom lip went in between your teeth at the sight.

Your panties started to get damp when his hand movements sped up, moans starting to slip past his lips.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” he said, his eyes shut. He was obviously imagining someone, and you were curious who he thought about that way. Your question was soon answered when you heard your name.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, wondering how long he’d been thinking about you like this.

Then, he opened his eyes and reached over to his phone that was lying on the bed beside him. You soon recognized the video he was playing, the one from when you and your friends had recently gone on a weekend trip. You shared a room with Ethan, Chad and Tara, and he wouldn’t stop picking on you the entire time. He snatched your phone out of your hand that day, and used his height against you as he held your phone above his head. You started to beg him for it, his name sounding whiney as it rolled off your tongue.

He'd regularly masturbated to the video, because he loved the way you sounded, and the way your cleavage was slightly exposed from your low-cut shirt. At the end of the video, you tackled him onto the bed and straddled him as you tried to get your phone back, and that was always the part that made him cum. He was a virgin, after all. It didn’t take much.

He kept stroking as you watched him, his eyes starting to close again as he listened to the way you sounded and pretended you were there with him, giving him the pleasure he was feeling. The throbbing between your legs was starting to get unbearable as he kept moaning and gasping your name the closer he got. Part of you wanted to walk in and help him out with it, but how could you explain yourself, and what if he got embarrassed? You didn’t want him to feel that way for thinking dirty thoughts about you.

He looked like he was starting to get frustrated, like he was so close to cumming but couldn’t. You felt a little sad for him, but also for yourself, because you were desperate to see him cum.

You decided to push away any thoughts of the negative reaction he may have as you eased the door open further and walked in. His eyes shot open, and he quickly grabbed a blanket to cover himself and fumbled with his phone to pause the video.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he rushed out, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“So, you weren’t just jerking off to a video you took of me?” you questioned, a smirk playing on your lips as his cheeks started to turn red.

“Uh, how long were you out there?” he asked, as you started to blush. You quickly got your confidence back, though, not wanting the moment to be any more awkward than he was already making it.

“Long enough,” you giggled, sitting on the side of his bed, “Do you want some help with that?”

“No..wait, yes…,” his eyes finally connected to yours as he tripped over his words, not sure what the right answer would be.

“Which is it, baby?” you asked, your hand rubbing against his thigh as he started to pull the blanket away.

“Please touch me,” he sighed, the cool air against his painfully hard cock giving him chills.

You leaned over to kiss him first, his nervousness clear as he tried to kiss you back. He got the hang of it soon enough, even getting confident enough to fight your tongue for dominance as you made out. You let him win the fight, as his tongue moved against yours inside your mouth. When you pulled away to focus on his cock, his teeth bit your bottom lip, the action making you even more wet.

“You want my hand? Or my mouth?” He groaned at your question, because he’d thought about both, and always wondered how it would feel.

“Maybe your hand first,” he said, as you nodded and reached over, taking his erection in your hand. He looked between your eyes and your hand as you started to move, almost in disbelief that this was even happening.

"Hey, look at me," you said, your tone full of lust as his eyes stayed on yours. "Does that feel good baby?" he nodded, "Do you think about me like this a lot?"

"Always. Ever since we first met," he said, your hand speeding up a little. "You're just so fucking hot."

"Why didn't you say anything? You know how many times we could've hooked up by now?" your words made him groan, regretting not saying something sooner. "I can't wait to taste your cum."

It didn’t take long before he was whimpering, the sweet boy falling apart in front of you as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to cum too quick, because he didn’t want to seem like the loser virgin he felt like he was, and he really wanted to feel your mouth.

“Okay..uh, can you suck it?” he mumbled out, making you laugh as you leaned down and licked the precum dripping out of his tip. “Fuck.”

You repositioned yourself on the bed so you were laying on you tummy in between his parted legs, his eyes staring into yours as he anticipated your next move.

“I’ll suck your cock, but I want to hear you moan my name again when I do.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his cock started to slip past your lips that were still swollen from the heated kiss. "God your mouth feels so good."

You reached up and grabbed one of his hands that was gripping his sheets and put it on your head as you took him further back in your mouth. He wanted to grip your hair, but he wasn’t sure if that would make you uncomfortable, and he didn’t want you to stop, so he decided to run his fingers through it. You were unsatisfied with his lack of showing you how good he was feeling, so you started to hum. The simple vibrations made his hips jolt, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He grabbed a handful of your hair when you gagged around him, not too hard, but enough to make you moan.

Your name kept flying out of his mouth as his grip got even tighter, his salty precum on your tongue as he started to get close.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whimpered, as you took him as far in your mouth as you could, the gagging sending him over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, his eyes not looking away from you as you sucked every last drop he had to offer out of his cock.

You sat up to look at him, a grin on your face as you took in his fucked-out expression.

“That was amazing,” he said, as you started to snuggle up beside him. He laid there, trying to figure out the best way to ask you if he could return the favor, but every string of words that ran through his head had him rolling his eyes at how inexperienced he was.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, listening to his heartbeat.

“Uh…would you be against me doing something…um, for you?” he finally got out, making you laugh a little.

“You can, but we’ll have to do it later. I need to get to my next class. I forgot my laptop earlier,” you said, as he glanced over to his desk and saw it sitting there.

“Wait, how’d you get in here?” he asked, as you slid Chad’s key out of the pocket of your jeans. “Ah, okay.”

“I really hate that I have to cut this short, but you have a class to get to as well,” you said, standing up and sliding off his bed onto your feet. “But I’m really looking forward to you making that up to me.”

He smiled at your words as you leaned down to kiss him, before grabbing your laptop and leaving to get to your next class.

The sexual frustration was looming over your head. You couldn’t wait for Ethan to take care of you. As you listened to your professor talk, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out to see a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Chad has a late class tonight, you should come over.😘

Your pussy started to throb as you read the text, and you knew how hard it would be to keep your composure for the rest of the day, especially when he’d be at lunch with you and your friends in less than an hour.

You: Is 5 okay?

Ethan: That gives me plenty of time to do all the things I want to do to you. See you soon, baby😏

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