#Ethan is just like me and I will gush about it

[djarinslover]

I liked that in Strange World they don’t make Ethan’s crush on Diazo obnoxious or try to push it too hard to be like “see!!! Gay character!!! Look everyone!!” But they also don’t dismiss it. Searcher and Meridian AND Jaeger ask/talk about Diazo with Ethan and it’s just accepted and normal and sweet and NORMAL bc guess what gay kids get crushes too and it’s nice to see that in Disney movies

[batfamtv]

morning sex with ethan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“shit…don’t talk like that…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“whatever i want?” you raise your eyebrows.

ethan nods, “i promise.”

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

silence, then…

“how did you know about that?”

[xob1tchs]

hiya! Can I request a smut of Ethan carving his name into the readers leg and then accidentally cumming inside but the reader doesn’t really mind It

my oh my

pairing; fem!reader x ethan landry

warnings; cock warming, pet names, unprotected sex, pain kink (?), name carving, lil blood, cream pie, unedited so spelling & grammar errors.

a/n; title inspo here :9 this is shorter than I’d like it be but what can ya do!? anyways, hope u like! enjoyyyyy xx

You’re not sure how you ended up this position. Or actually, you totally are. You were a fool to trust Ethan when he’d slipped into your bed, hands wandering your body, begging in a quiet voice to feel you. Just wanna be in you, I promise. He’d said, and the warmth from his breath on your neck mixed with the smell of his sweat and cologne had made you a a little dizzy, so you mindlessly agreed.

Now? Well now you’re back is pressed to your wall, and your legs are thrown over Ethan’s, because he’s sat infront of you - and kind of below you, with his cock stuffed inside of you, and his hands holding your thigh down as he traces a thin needle along the soft and untouched skin.

The pain is faint, similar to getting a tattoo, but you still find yourself squirming as he begins the last letter of his name; almost carved into your skin completely. You’re sure when it heals it’ll scar but eventually fade, and that’s the only reason you agreed when Ethan muttered the idea into your ear - but with the way your pussy clenches everytime the needle tears your skin, you’re beginning to think the pain is what has your pussy leaking around the base of his huge cock.

“It’s gonna look so good baby, I’m almost finished” eathan coos, cock twitching inside of you, pulsating at how you whine his name, rolling your hips gently, pussy suctioning around his cock like a vice.

His hands shake as he finishes off the last letter, humming as he tosses the needle away, and when he mumbles that he’s done - you find yourself mewling at the sight, blood dribbling down from the fresh letters, skin stinging and tingling.

“Will you let me?” You ask, shifting forward to straddle him, wincing at the feeling of his skin against your own. His hips jut up into you, cock head caressing the sweet spot deep inside of you, and you cry out.

He laughs under his breath, nose knocking against yours as you begin to shakily bounce up and down on his cock “I’d wear your name around my neck if you asked” he smiles into your mouth, relishing in the way wetness seeps down his balls with every word he speaks.

When that coil begins to wind in his tummy and he feels his cock begin to twitch he knows he’s about to cum, his hands gripping your love handles harshly, lips parting in warning — but you continue to bounce on him with no intention to stop, and before he can say anything he feels himself come undone. His cock twitches and pulsates inside of you, thick white ropes of semen coating your gummy walls, gushing out around the base of his cock when you hit your own high, gushing down his balls and staining your comforter.

“Oh shit baby- I didn’t mean to-“

Your lips cut him off, kissing him gently and longingly, fingers cradling his face gently as you pull away and smile at him sweetly “it’s fine e, been wanting you to cum inside anyways” you shrug, and he finds the words insanely hot, soft cock seemingly standing back to life — already ready for round two.

[happy74827]

Conflicted, Yet Certain

[Albert Wesker x Agent!Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Tension rises when you refuse to do what Wesker orders. The result? Well, it's nothing short of explosive {GIF Creds: @monsieurphantom}.

WC: 2611

Category: Spice/Lime, Insane Amount of Sexual Tension {TW: Choking, Slamming into Trees (lmao), Wesker being a lil bitch}.

I’m going to be so real with all of you rn. I’m not a complete stranger to Resident Evil; I know some things (most all relating to Leon and Ethan 😏), but in terms of Wesker… yeah, I dunno THAT much. I did lots and lots of Google research solely because I discovered him through an edit (I’m also aware of the Separate Ways DLC, too, don’t worry), and he’s cool asf. So, bada boom, this oneshot was born.

And I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I think I pretty much nailed him. Personality-wise, that is. And @yoursacredqueenmother, don’t you come for me. You knew this was going to happen.

So, with that out of the way, enjoy this fic that I spent way too much time on :)

『••✎••』

It was like a gush of wind. One minute, you were staring into the dark abyss of his shades, free to move, and the next, you were against a tree with a firm hand gripping your neck. No matter how many times you were reminded of his inhuman strength, it always caught you off guard.

"I asked you a question,"

Wesker was standing so close that your bodies were almost touching, his grip tightening every second that passed without a response. His free hand moved from his side to rest on the knife on his hip. Your eyes moved down to the weapon, and he let out a low, almost guttural, chuckle.

"What, are you afraid?"

He pressed the blade against your cheek. The cold steel made your skin burn, and you winced as it cut into your skin. He held it there, watching you struggle. You didn’t try to push him away or escape the pain, but you didn’t give him the answer he was looking for, either.

You looked up at him stiffly and gave him a look that was equal parts hate and disgust. He was always playing these games, pushing you, taunting you, testing you. You knew he wanted you to react, to show him that he had any effect on you.

He removed the knife from your face, and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wesker didn't remove his hand from your neck, though. Instead, he ran his glove-covered fingers across your cheek, wiping away the blood from the small cut he caused.

"I expected better of you," He paused, and you felt his nails dig into your skin, "And, more importantly, I expected my orders to be followed."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the unspoken threat in his words. You couldn’t stop the shudder that went through your body, and the scariest thing about the whole situation was that you weren’t sure if it was fear or arousal.

His grip on your neck loosened, and you relaxed, letting your head fall forward slightly. You knew that, at this point, Wesker was just waiting for an answer, and you had nothing left to lose by giving it to him.

"I won't do it."

"Excuse me?"

He tightened his grip on your neck and lifted your head up to look him in the eye. Your heart raced, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"I won't do it. You can't make me."

Wesker scoffed and took a step back, letting go of you completely. You took a deep breath and watched him intently, waiting for him to strike again.

He didn’t, surprisingly. He just stood there, looking at you. It was a real pain how he could see right through you, and all you had were his damn glasses.

"You can't make me," You repeated. It was shocking how much confidence you had in that statement, especially given that Wesker could break you in half if he wanted to, but despite everything, you were defiant.

He tilted his head, his lips curved into a smirk. His posture was casual, and, while you were still tense, his attitude was the complete opposite of what it was a few minutes ago.

"I think you'll find that I can."

There was no trace of the threatening, sadistic man you were so used to dealing with. Instead, he was calm, almost charming, but it didn't change the fact that you didn't trust him for a second.

He took a step towards you and then another. Before you could move, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

"You will do as I say because if you don't," He paused and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Chris will be the one who has to deal with your mistakes."

It was a low blow, and, as much as you wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, you knew he was right. There was no way you were going to put Chris in any kind of danger. Not now. Not ever.

Wesker chuckled. The sound was dark and full of amusement. He was enjoying the power he had over you, and you hated it.

"You'll do what I say, won't you?"

You didn't reply, but it didn't matter. You were both aware that he was right. He knew that, no matter what, you would follow his orders. He knew that if it came down to it, you would give up everything for the sake of protecting Chris.

You felt Wesker's hands loosen, and he stepped away, putting some distance between the two of you. He seemed pleased with your decision, his smirk growing wider as he watched you.

"Now, go and prove yourself useful, my dear," Wesker commanded, the amusement gone from his voice.

He turned his back to you and began to walk away, but you couldn’t leave it like that. You couldn't just stand there and watch him leave.

You rushed forward and grabbed his arm, an act that he fully expected and allowed but not one that was welcome. He spun around and grabbed your wrist, twisting it painfully. If he weren’t so precise in his movements, he would have broken it.

You didn’t bother tugging or fighting his grip. You just stood there and stared up at him, waiting for him to say something.

He didn't. Instead, he just looked down at you. It was a different kind of stare. Not one that was filled with amusement or anger but curiosity. He was curious about what you were doing. He was curious about what kind of game you were trying to play.

"I'm not afraid of you."

Wesker raised an eyebrow. You could almost hear the sarcasm in his voice when he spoke.

"Oh, I'm well aware."

He released your wrist, his touch lingering longer than necessary. You flexed your fingers and rubbed at the spot where he grabbed you, trying to ease the ache.

You weren't afraid of him, but that didn't mean that you weren't intimidated by him. It didn't mean that you weren't cautious. After all, he was stronger and faster than you, and his control was unmatched.

"Why don't you go run along to Redfield now, Agent," Wesker said, his tone almost teasing, "I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear of your obedience."

You didn't wait around to listen to any more of his taunts. Something took over, something that made you do something really, really stupid.

You walked straight up to him, no words spoken, no thoughts shared, just pure, unadulterated instinct. Inches away from him, you pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes and smacked your palm against his cheek.

His head snapped to the side, his eyes most likely wide, and his mouth slightly parted. The slap didn't hurt, or at least, it didn't affect him physically, but it was enough to shock him. He didn't expect that.

He turned his gaze back to you, his jaw clenching and his fists balled up. His shoulders tensed, and you could see the annoyance written all over his face.

"Do it again."

Stern and cold, his voice was low and full of warning. A part of you told you to walk away, to get out of there while you still had the chance, but the other part of you refused.

Your hands trembled slightly, but you didn't back down. You’ve been holding it in for so long, so agonizingly long, and this was your chance to do something, to let go, even if it was just for a second.

For once, you didn't care about the consequences, or the punishment, or the fact that, at that moment, Wesker could very well kill you.

You slapped him again. Tried to, anyway. He was too fast, and before your hand could reach his face, he grabbed your wrist again. He pulled you forward, twisting your arm behind your back, and held you against him.

His other hand was on the back of your head, forcing it up so that you were looking him straight in the eyes. Except, again, you couldn’t. Not with those fucking sunglasses in the way.

He leaned down, his lips only a few inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and heavy, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Do it."

This time, there was no malice or mockery in his voice. No, he wasn't telling you to hit him. He was giving you permission.

Your heart was racing, and your legs felt weak. It was so much, and you weren't sure how much more you could take. You hated him, God, did you hate him.

But, at the same time, there was something about him that drew you in. Something that made your pulse quicken, and your stomach churn. Something that made your head spin and your palms sweat. Something that made you want him, even if you didn't want to admit it.

And, as much as you hated him, as much as you loathed him, you couldn't help but want him.

He was a monster. He was evil. He was everything you had spent years fighting against, but there was no denying the attraction you felt towards him.

The heat of his body was overwhelming, and the smell of him, a mix of leather and gunpowder, was intoxicating. His grip on your hair tightened, forcing you closer, and you were sure he could hear the way your breathing hitched.

"Come on, dear," He taunted, that mocking, sinister tone back in his voice, "Don’t tell me you're losing your nerve."

That was it. That was all it took. You didn’t know what came over you, but suddenly, your hand was on the back of his neck, and you were crashing your lips against his.

It was messy and rough, and there was so much anger, hate, and lust behind it. Wesker returned the kiss, his lips moving against yours, and he let go of your hair and the arm he had pinned behind your back.

His hands moved to your waist, gripping tightly, and you grabbed a fistful of his hair. He let out a low growl deep in his throat and pushed you backward.

The next thing you knew, your back was once again thrown against the nearest tree. It wasn’t as painful this time, mostly due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins and Wesker taking the initiative to move his arm to the back of your neck to soften the impact.

The bark was rough against your skin, and the scent of pine was strong, but none of it mattered. Not with the way his hands found your thighs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.

Not with the way his teeth bit and nipped at your bottom lip, drawing blood. Not with the way his tongue soothed the wounds, tasting the coppery fluid.

Not with the way his hips rolled against yours, drawing out a moan from the back of your throat.

Wesker pulled away and trailed kisses along your jaw, moving to the side of your neck. You gasped and bucked your hips as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh.

He chuckled, the vibration of his voice against your skin making your head spin, and moved his hand from the back of your neck to hold the sides of your face.

He was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the warmth of his body contrasting the cool air around you.

You wanted to reach up and rip those fucking sunglasses off his face to finally see what was hidden behind them. You wanted to look him in the eyes, to see what kind of expression was on his face.

You wanted to know if he felt the same way you did, the same fire, the same desire.

You wanted to know if he hated you as much as you hated him.

Instead, you ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing and tugging at it, causing him to growl against your neck. His lips were still on your skin, sucking and biting at the delicate flesh, and his hands were exploring every inch of you.

His hands roamed, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch. Your head was clouded with desire, and you could barely focus.

It was all happening so fast. Too fast. Your body was on fire, and, for a moment, you forgot who you were with and what he had done. You forgot the pain and the suffering and the lives that had been lost.

You forgot it all, and, just for a moment, it felt good. It felt right. It felt like you were meant to be together in every way.

Wesker was no fool, and he certainly didn't miss the change in your breathing or the way your muscles relaxed under his touch. He could hear your heartbeat, the rhythmic thumping growing quicker and louder as his hands moved lower, and he could smell the scent of arousal in the air.

He pulled away and looked down at you, the corner of his lips twisted into a smug smirk. He could see the look in your eyes, the haze that was covering them. He could feel the heat of your skin and the way it prickled under his touch.

He knew what you were thinking and what you were feeling, and he could use it to his advantage.

"So, this is how to get through to you," He mused, his voice low and teasing, "Interesting."

And just like that, reality set back in.

Your eyes snapped open, and, as if you were being electrocuted, your body went rigid. Wesker took a step back and released you from his grasp, watching intently as you fell to the ground.

Your body was numb, and your head was spinning. You couldn't move, couldn't speak. You were frozen, unable to do anything but watch him.

"Well, well," He started, his eyes never leaving you, "Perhaps I was wrong about you."

He took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you. You looked up at him, your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

He tilted his head, his face showing a mixture of amusement and annoyance, and took another step back.

"Send my regards to Chris, won't you?"

Then, he was gone. Just like that, he disappeared, and you were left alone in the woods, struggling to understand what had just happened.

What had you done?

You didn't know, and, to be honest, you weren't sure you wanted to. All you knew was that you had fucked up big time.

You had let your guard down and shown him a weakness. You had given him the perfect opportunity to use you, and use you he did.

You stood there, your mind racing and your body aching. Your legs were weak, and your heart was pounding, and it took a while for your breathing to return to normal.

Goddamn it, what had you done?!

The question haunted you, and it continued to haunt you as you stumbled back towards the main street, where your car was parked.

You were completely and utterly fucked, and you had nobody to blame but yourself.

You got into your car and turned the ignition, the engine rumbling to life. You shifted into drive and pulled away; the only thing on your mind was how badly you needed a drink.

Or two.

Or three.

Damn it… What the hell had you done?

[coryosbaby]

STEPSISTER AND ETHAN?HER SECRETLY RIDING HIS COCK DURING A MOVIE NIGHT.

Ultraviolence- E.L & C.M

(pt. 2)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader (not in this chapter), Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin (not in this chapter)

Warning: dubcon, slight sliiiight mention of vomit and suicide (but not in a serious manner), stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), public sex in front of relatives (the parents are completely clueless), scent kink, dom! Ethan, dark! Ethan, sub! Reader, p n v, squirting, finger sucking, degradation, possession, rough sex

A/N: 😱 how have I not thought ab stepbrother! Ethan before ??!! Thank you for this. The way I wrote the whole situation is literally so unrealistic but fuck it we ball. Literally going to write so many more stepbro fics now and am totally making this a series 😘 this is pt 2! Pt 1 is already posted <3 luv u

“Care if I sit here, sis?” Ethan’s voice is laced with sarcasm, and you cringe.

It’s movie night, and your mom and Ethan’s dad are sprawled out on one couch. The only spots left are the ones on the smaller couch with two seats. The lights are off, and Ethan is standing above you, a large green comforter clutched in his ring clad hands. The light of from the television makes him a warm silhouette.

You give him a thin awkward smile, mumbling a small “yeah, sure.”

He grins, but there’s a mischievous look to it that doesn’t sit right with you.

“Great!”

He plops down beside you, covering his tall form with the blanket. He moves close to you, even though he has a whole other half of the cushion to take up. Your face flushes when you catch a whiff of his cologne, and you have flashbacks to a few weeks ago.

A flashback, it seems, that racks you with a shit ton of guilt.

You cant stop thinking about it. About how Ethan threw you on top of the kitchen counter when your parents were gone a few weeks ago and fucked your virgin pussy open. Can’t stop thinking about how his hands had felt, how his cock had felt.

You shiver, and your stomach twists in knots. What the fuck is wrong with you? This whole thing is sick. He’s your stepbrother, for god’s sake!

Ethan’s fingers gently skimming along your knee cap is what pull you out of your thoughts. You narrow your eyes at him, not in the mood for his antics right now.

But, as usual, Ethan doesn’t know how to fucking listen.

“Sis, you’re practically freezing. You should move a little closer and share the blankets with me.” Ethan suggests. You are freezing, but you aren’t going to admit that.

You scoff, and then roll your eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Watch your mouth, young lady,” Your mother scolds from across the room. “And be nice to your brother!”

Brother. You might throw up. In fact, jumping off the roof sounds like a very good idea right about now.

“Whatever.” You mutter, and scoot closer to the the boy next to you. Your mother turns her attention back to the movie as Ethan’s dad wraps his arms around her.

Ethan’s scent gets stronger, more prominent, now that your arms and legs are touching. You notice that it’s not just his cologne that smells so good; it’s him. Just, completely and utterly him.

You really do hate yourself right now.

Ethan throws the blanket over the two of you and he begins to slowly lift you and sit you down on top of him. You stiffen, his closeness in such a public setting confusing you. Does he just want you both to get caught?

“Oh, look at them, Wayne! They’re bonding!” Your mom gushes when she sees Ethan holding you. She’s so naive.

‘We’re certainly bonding all right, but not in the way you want, mom.’ You think. You move around to try and sit correctly on Ethan.

And then you feel it. Big and hard, pressing against your ass. He’s hard.

In front of your fucking parents, too. Jesus, this motherfucker is demented.

You try to ignore it, you really do. But your pussy has a mind of its own, and Ethan isn’t making it any easier. His thigh flexes and pushes the muscle against your soaking pussy. He seems calm, but his grip on your hips is a dead giveaway. You try not to gasp, to moan at the feeling of the friction against your swollen little clit. It’s difficult.

“Oh! See, Wayne? This is my favorite part.”

Your mom’s voice cuts through your wild thoughts, and your face gets hotter than it was before, if possible. She doesn’t deserve this.

Ethan’s hands rest on your upper thighs now, and you feel the coldness of his rings against your skin.

He’s breathing quietly down your neck, and you feel him adjust. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when your lightly lifted by his strong arms, while he moves his sweatpants down. You try to act calm when he lowers you back down and his big cock is resting in between your pussy and his thigh. And then, when Ethan sees that your parents aren’t looking, he presses a light kiss to your neck.

“Be really still, angel. Don’t wanna get caught, do you?” He whispers, lips against your ear. You shake your head.

He chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

You clench. And then, you feel the boy gently pull your sleep shorts and panties to the side. He lifts his cock and presses the tip into your tight hole, and you almost whine. He already feels so good. Why does he feel this good?

His cock is wet, and you can feel his pre cum spreading around your outer lips. You cringe when you hear the faint sound of your creamy wetness sliding around on his dick. It’s hard for him to stick it inside, really. You had only had sex once since before this moment, that time a few weeks ago. The stretch burns, and Ethan’s above average size doesn’t help. But you sit, and you take it like a good girl. And eventually, slowly, while slightly readjusting you, Ethan’s cock slides all the way in. You feel filled to the brim, and ashamed. Your parents are still watching the movie. Your mom has no idea that her sweet little girl is getting impaled by her stepbrothers big dick.

And then Ethan just…stays there. He doesn’t move, or even try to, and you don’t understand how he can physically handle it. Because as of right now, your thighs are almost shaking from the feeling of being filled. You know you’re soaking, can feel your juices trailing down onto Ethan’s balls and his sweats. You can feel his cock throbbing, can feel all 9 inches and every vein. Your walls clench down on him on accident and you feel his breath hitch.

You smirk. If he wants to play dirty, you can too.

You clench again, your hands going down into the blanket to run your fingers over his balls. He inhales sharply, and his fingers go up to put your arms in a tight grip.

“Stop it.” He growls, his tone low. You lean back to whisper in his ear in a hushed tone.

“Why don’t you make me?”

All of Ethan’s willpower is trying to stop him from plowing you straight on the fucking couch. He can smell the intermingling of yours and his arousal dripping down his cock. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

God, you smell so fucking good.

Both of your thoughts are interrupted when the both of your parents sigh tiredly. The end credits. Ethan’s dad looks incredibly tired, barely even acknowledging the both of you and saying goodnight as he throws you the remote.

“If you guys aren’t going to go to bed anytime soon, just put on something else.”

Ethan’s head is leaned back against the couch, his chest heaving slowly at the feeling of you. Your face is hot, for obvious reasons. Your mom frowns at you.

“Honey? Are you okay? You look a little sick..” her hand goes up to feel your head and Ethan adjusts his hips. You gasp, but quickly cover it up with a cough.

“I’m f-fine mom!” You smile, all teeth. “Just a little tired, that’s all. We’re probably going to watch the wizard of oz… or something.”

Your mom looks at you both strangely for a moment, but decides to shake it off. Both you and Ethan give her a sheepish smile as you begin to actually turn the wizard of oz on as a distraction. She goes upstairs, and lastly, you and Ethan are alone.

As somewhere over the rainbow plays, Ethan instantly throws you onto the couch, shoves his fingers into your mouth, and pounds you so hard that you can feel his tip kissing your cervix. He reaches down to rub your soaked clit, the sound of your wetness prominent.

He begins speaking in a hushed but growling whisper. He’s angry, most definitely. And his full intention is to take it out on you.

“You dirty fucking slut.” He sneers. “Think you can get away with the shit you do? The shit you say? You’re lucky our parents were here tonight, or I would be spanking that cute little ass until it bleeds.”

You let out a cry, one thats muffled by Ethan’s fingers, one you hope doesn’t catch the attention of your parents upstairs. You can feel that elastic in your gut start to snap, can feel yourself letting go.

And then you literally ejaculate onto Ethan’s cock and balls.

He grins down at your squirting pussy, his teeth shining. Your sobs and moans are muffled by his hand, and he gives your cunt a light slap.

“Yeah, squirt all over that cock, baby. Fuck, just wait until mommy and daddy aren’t home. Gonna ruin this fuckin’ pussy, sweet thing.”

He watches your hole as he spreads it apart with his fingers, watches your greedy walls suck him in. Your face is contorted in pleasure, looking up at him like he’s God. His eyes are completely black, almost evil. As he looks at your precious face, your fragile body, possession overtakes him.

Family be damned, you belong to him.

[etfrin]

⤷❝lacrimae❞　

Ghostface!Ethan Landry x female! reader

Warning: NSFW | blood kink, p in v sex, period sex so it's just very messy, fingering (f. receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of murder

Summary: you were sobbing because of the cramps, it was absolutely horrible and the pain meds weren't working either and Ethan had heard that... sex helps so he's gotta try it out right? To help his love.

Ethan couldn't help but be just a tad bit turned on by the tears that were falling from your eyes. It reminded him of the tears of his victims. Their cries and begging of him not to push in the knife deeper. But this was different.

You weren't a victim but his lover. And he wasn't the reason behind your tears, your period was. The cramp in your stomach felt like World War Three was happening. No amount of meds had helped, you called him as a last resort. Hoping to find comfort in his presence.

You were in his arms, your tears and snot smeared onto his black t-shirt he wore. You face buried into his chest. "It hurts so bad Ethan!" you choke out. His hand was rubbing your back.

"It's gonna be okay, love," he whispers near your ear, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "Please stop crying, babe, I am here," he adds. He bit his lower lip in thought, complementing if he should say it or not.

But as another sob wrecked your body. Fuck it, he thought.

"Orgasms help with cramps," he mutter, "We should try it, sweetheart." Your eye brimmed with tears glance at him. Trying to see if he's serious. You weren't against it. Ready to do anything for the pain to go.

"What about the mess?" You asked. "I would clean everything up," he whispered, sweetly, his eyes assuring you, "I wanna help, I hate that you're crying." He didn't hate it but he didn't like it you were in pain either, he would much prefer that you cried because of his cock instead.

So here you are now. Laid down on the bed, your legs spread for him. He swallows at the sight of blood gushing out of your pussy, your folds red and it looked beautiful to him, a different sight than your usual pink cunt. He felt his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

He clenched his jaw, trying to focus on you instead of his leaking cock. He leaned in to kiss your forehead. "My fingers first, okay? Tell me if anything is wrong," he whispered to you and pressed a wet kiss to your neck.

He leaned back, your legs wrapped around his torso. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing small circles. A whimper escapes your lips. He goes even faster. Before one finger of his enters your blood-soaked slit. The sensation was so different than sliding in your cunt slick with your juices. It felt better somehow.

He pumps one finger in and out, knowing how sensitive your wall are right now. All the while his thumb is still working onto your clit. His free hand was on your thigh, his nails digging in as his patience became thin. You let out soft sighs of pleasure.

"Another?" He prodes, and you nod. Now taking two of his fingers like a good girl. He found your spongy spot, making you clench around his fingers, more blood oozing out onto his digits and the sheets. He closed his eyes at the sight. It was too much for him. Being painted by your blood, his thoughts were nothing but of sin.

"You okay, Ethan?" You asked, "It's fine if you don't- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence as his fingers begin to move even faster, his fingertips pressing into the spongy spot. He added a third finger and was completely stretching your pussy with his thick digits. "It's fine," he said, he leaned down, repositioning himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips to your bloody clit. "Ethan!" You yelp, half in shock but half in pleasure as his mouth sucks the clit and his fingers message your walls.

He just gives you a smirk as his tongue flicker across your clit, licking the blood away and stimulating the bud. Your hand goes to his hair as you moan loudly. The pain of your cramp is at the back of your mind now.

"You taste good," he remarks, as he pulls his fingers out. "You can take me, right?" He asked, he pressed a few kisses to your inner thigh. "Right, babe?" He asked again when you don't answer.

You nod in answer and he gives you such a giddy grin. He opens your legs wider as he was on top of you now. His forehead pressed against yours.

"I'll go slow, I promise," he whispered before he pushed in without a warning. You let out a moan. Your hands on his back, pulling him close as your nails digged into his flesh from the suddenness of being filled.

More blood gushed out, staining the sheets. He loved how it felt, the fact his cock was covered in blood. Just like his fingers were. The blood on the digits were now dry so he didn't hesitate to hold your jaw, a bit firmly, to keep your head in place so you couldn't muffle your sounds into the pillow.

He pressed several kisses along your face, kissing your tears away, the tip of his tongue now licking away the tear stains on your cheek. The salt of the tears wasn't the same taste as the salt of blood but he loved the taste all the same.

"You feel so good," he groans as he takes inches of his length out of your inviting warmth and then pushes back. "You're all mine," he whines as he moves back and forth like this. His free hand goes under your ass, and he squeezed the flesh.

His lips find the spot just below your ear, the one that makes you squeeze his length when he sucks on the skin. You moan, your nails now scratching his back, painting his skin with those long angry red marks he adores seeing on the mirror.

His nails dig into your ass as his pace gets a bit faster. His tip hitting your g-spot again and again until you feel the coil around your stomach. Your cramps long forgotten. "Cl- close," you whine. He pressed a kiss on the hickey he made and thrusts faster inside you. His hand that was gripping your jaw in place finds itself wrapped into the sheets as he gets even faster. Both of you moaning your pleasure near each other ears. An endless loop until you both snap together. Your cunt milking his length as thick white ropes of cum fills you.

He pulls out, and grins at you. His brown curls sticking on his forehead. "Told you it would help," he whispers and pressed a kiss onto your lips.

IDK what I just wrote either :))

just enjoy!

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[vmbrq]

hey there his about your question of who would disobey their promise of “just the tip”

I feel like Ghostface Ethan would convince reader that it would feel good to skip in the whole thing and if she were to hesitate he would be like “this is the only way I can cum, c’mon baby you don’t want to leave me with blue balls, do you?” and then he’ll cum in reader and apologize but he really isn’t sorry

smut under cut ; minors dni

no bc your brain is SO big for this and you are SO correct, let's talk about it. it'd be so easy for ghostface ethan to manipulate and convince you to do what he wants, bc you've already constructed this image of him in your brain as this sweet and understanding guy who always wants what's best for you. why would you doubt his opinion? him? having hidden intentions? making a selfish decision that would hurt or endanger you? no, surely not.

on top of guilt-tripping you, he'd also insist that it'd feel better for you if you let him just fill you up. he smooths his thumb over your cheekbone and reminds you of how much stress you're under, and he can make you feel all better if you just let him have you the way he wants. his lips slowly curve into a grin when your feeble resolve caves and you nod and spread your legs for him. you wanna be good for him, don't you? you wouldn't be so cruel as to leave him hard after riling him up, would you? yeah, he thought so.

he'd appease your equally weak boundary of "just don't cum inside me, okay?" with a hum and a deceitfully disarming kiss against your forehead. he butters you up with whispers of how good you make him feel and how you really wanted this all along, and he makes you cum before him to drive home his point that trusting him was the right thing to do.

he's so FLDNSKLNSLNFLKDSNFLS SCREAMS when he feels your fingernails dig into his skin and your cunt gush around him with a broken cry of his name, he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze and see how disheveled and dazed you look. he doesn't cease his movements, either, his strokes cruel and so fucking deep as he easily works you up to and shoves you over the crest of a second orgasm without a moment to rest. you cling to him, a choked "ethan, wait!" leaving your lips as you squirm from the overstimulation.

he observes you with a twisted grin and eyes darker than what you're used to, grinding the pad of his thumb over your swollen clit just to feel your body jolt against his. "see? look at you," he coos, "cumming real easy now, huh? it feels good, doesn't it?"

and you're so distracted by the pleasure that you don't even register the feeling of him pressing his hips flush against yours and emptying his balls into you until it's too late. and you're so tired, you can barely manage an objection beyond a weak "ethan! you said you wouldn't!" and a wide-eyed stare of disbelief.

and he apologizes. he does. but despite his "shit, sorry, i didn't mean to," his expression doesn't bear a shred of remorse. if he was really sorry, he wouldn't be remaining in place, caging you in under the guise of trying to catch his breath so you can't slip past him and run to the bathroom. he wouldn't have been so slow to pull out. and he certainly wouldn't be looking at you like he wants you devour you all over again.

[deandoesthingstome]

Exactly What His Heart Meant

Pairing: Pornstar!August Walker x Pornstar!Reader

Summary: August Walker has wanted you forever. You want him, too. It's perfect.

Word Count: 7.4K

Warnings: This is Pornstar!AU, okay? 18+ ONLY Drug and alcohol use, mentions of a three-way, generic anal, bad business practices, oral sex (F & M receiving), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, P in V missionary and doggy style, sex toys, pegging (gasp - yes I'm going there), aftercare. Love.

A/N: I am nervous, okay? This is not your average everyday August Walker, but I love him and I hope you do too. I have been wanting to do this since forever. I've posted a few blurbs in WIP tag games here and here. I gushed about the song that kicked the whole thing into high gear and the fic title is taken from "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" - Rod Stewart. Both songs can be found on the playlist.

Bonus points if you can find the nods to other HC characters. There is definitely one, maybe two or three if you squint hard. (These points don't get you anything, sorry.)

Playlist: Listen to the music of the night on Spotify here.

Header and dividers by me.

August owned his entrance like no other. The studio made sure to send a PA ahead to prep the DJ and once he heard the first strains of “Night Fever” spill out of the club, he stepped out of the shadows and headed to the entrance, ready to start his decent down into the lights and glitter and debauchery as soon as Here I am sounded through the speakers and a spotlight made its way to him.

The already celebratory crowd went wild as he struck the iconic pose and thrust his hips in time to the rhythm. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried, no matter how he had protested his employer’s choice for him. He would have sworn on any stack of bibles he didn’t like disco and abhorred polyester, yet here he was gyrating away. First time for everything. Starting with enjoying this awards night and after-party.

Each one prior had a story already attached to it from the beginning of the night, starting with his inaugural ceremony and guaranteed newcomer award, and trailing through the end of every relationship he thought would be the one. He finally stopped assuming because they said yes to the event after a few months or more of dating, that meant they were saying yes to him forever. The next few years were brutal and lonely, not that he couldn’t find some starfucker to take home at the end of the night, but that wasn’t what he craved.

Tonight was Club Retro themed. Award ceremony glamor as usual, but a costume change was required somewhere on the way from the venue to the after-party if you wanted to really up your game. Arrive in club gear of whichever era you wanted, but arrive dressed to impress nonetheless. He wasn’t the only actor a studio had convinced to go for the Travolta look, but he was probably the most surprised to find himself exhilarated by it and the attention it received. He kept all three pieces of the white suit, but he ditched the dark blue shirt altogether. Maybe he didn’t have a full head of hair, but the ‘stache and chest hair on display held 70’s swagger and he was running with it. 

He grabbed a glass of champagne from one tray and a pill from another and set off into the crowd in search of the rest of his crew. He caught glimpses of the fresh-faced sweetheart who’d just inked a new deal grinding on the studio’s number two out on the dance floor and knew his plan to link them up had worked. The fans would eat them up, he knew it. 

Knew it better than the owner, who wanted August to break her in. Ethan had begun making some really bad casting and scripting decisions and August was glad his contract was coming to an end. He was starting to feel like he wanted to just blow the whole studio up, let loose with all the bullshit he knew about his boss and how he ran his business. The industry could be awful, plenty of horror stories, but August had initially thought he’d found a place to call home. 

What he’d begun to uncover about Ethan Hunt could fill a manifesto that would take the place down. And as crazy as it sounded, though he was tired of breaking in new talent, he wasn’t ready to be the reason all his friends lost their jobs. Not everyone was in a position to land on their feet. Regardless, at least now, with the sweetheart and the roughneck on a solid trajectory he wouldn’t be in the middle of something if tonight panned out the way he hoped.

Though, to be honest, it wasn’t looking good. He’d found his crew and then scanned the room for her with no luck. 

“She hasn’t shown up yet,” his agent purred in his ear. Kelis was always down to party whenever he had an itch no one else would scratch, and he appreciated how decidedly non-attached she always was. No clingy phone calls or pouting over non-existing anniversaries. It aggravated him, though, that she was looking to seduce him here, tonight of all nights. Especially because she knew where his mind would likely be, but it didn’t stop her from begging for his cock every now and then. He could tell she’d gotten the hint his look gave by the way she toned it way down to answer his next question.

“A few from her studio have shown up but she wasn’t with them and they wouldn’t tell me where she was. It was all very secretive. So at least let me have my way with you on the dance floor if you won’t take me home tonight. Please?”

He relented and found himself having the time of his life. Song after song flew by as he grabbed water then whisky, a line, then water, another line, then whisky, water, whiskey, whisky, water. Dancing with Kelis gave him a chance to forget about his frustration with his studio and everyone, here or not, for the moment. He let himself be free and felt a weightlessness he hadn’t in a long time. No call sheets waiting at home. No scenes to prep. No “scripts” to read. Tonight and the next two weeks were his and his alone. Time for some decisions.

He noticed the crowd had begun to thin, and realized he wanted some fresh air, so he peeled himself away from Kelis with a promise-to-return kiss and tap on the ass. He took the elevator to the rooftop bar and found himself a little amazed at the streaks of light just beginning to emerge in the distance. Time had really flown while he was having fun.

He was about to head towards the drinks when he spotted her leaning against the railing in the opposite direction. The white-golden hair flowing behind her was an obvious wig. He’d seen her step to the stage to accept multiple awards tonight (or is it last night now?) and she had looked just as gorgeous with her natural color as she did all done up in her Farrah waves now. An unexpected jolt of excitement coursed through his veins as he realized she’d also opted for a 70’s look, complete with a scandalously (though by whose standards?) short metallic silver skirt with slits on either side and what he assumed was a matching top, though with her back to him as she peered out over the awakening city, all he really saw where the two thin silver chains that criss-crossed across her back. They looked like they would hold nothing up.

But she was alone and he knew it was now or never, so he strolled around the roof-top pool to step up beside her.

"I’m glad I finally found you. I wanted to congratulate you. It's not often a producer gets awards for both behind and front of camera work," he opened.

She turned her head and beamed a dazzling smile in return before thanking him and offering her own congratulations along with her hand and then a surprisingly friendly hello hug.

“I saw you nailed Best Male Performer and Best Anal again. Your Missionary: Impossible series was a true stroke of genius. I wish I had thought of it first.”

“So she’s not immune,” August thought as he peeled himself away from her warm body. “She remembers my name.” At least she recognized his star status. Maybe she hadn’t forgotten him. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand and trained his eyes on her through his lashes.

“You know I’d love to have you join the cast,” he spoke as he finished the hello hand kiss and lifted his head to gaze directly at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that scream ‘spy’ quite as much as yours do.”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a producer acting for another studio. You’ve got balls to ask, that’s for sure,” she laughed, tossing back the rest of her whisky before grabbing another off the tray passing by.

“Where’ve you been all night? I tried to find you right after the ceremony, but you disappeared and I had to run for a wardrobe change.” August tossed a casual grin and motioned at the cheesiness of his costume, though inside he was kicking himself. 

The point of engaging wasn’t to offer her a part. How ridiculous! He’d been doing that for months now and she wasn’t biting. No. Tonight he was going to get answers. Why had she consistently denied him another shot with her? It had to be more than just the technicalities of trying to untangle ownership and percentages filming another studio’s producer would bring. She broke into his train of thought with an explanation of her quick and sudden departure from the award banquet and why she hadn’t arrived at the after party locale for what had to be at least a few hours.

“Already prepping material for next year. We had a newcomer attend with the studio tonight. He’s an absolute stud. Looking to get his name out there so we filmed his first scene backstage.”

August’s hopeful heart sank a little. He couldn’t expect her not to keep putting out material just because his advances might finally be successful, but it would take all his cool charm and guile to woo her if she was already cock-drunk tonight. He put out another feeler.

“You look well put back together already,” he commented, eyes tracing her figure with obvious intent.

“Oh not me. No, I was directing. Looking to nab that ‘behind the scene newcomer’ award next year,” she beamed, her smile still welcoming. “No, Mikey did a little gonzo three-way for his first official movie with Darkk Angel. We’re releasing it next week after a quick trip to post and then have him lined up for three more scenes next month. I’m wondering if we can talk AVN into a “most prolific” award.” Her laughter was infectious and he found himself with a wide grin, verging on goofy in spite of his aim.

“You’ve never directed? How have I missed that?” August sought to focus attention away from whoever this Mikey kid was and back on her completely, then mentally kicked himself again for admitting something that could only make him look desperate and maybe a little creepy. From his statement, and along with all the official asks from his agent, she had to think he was a stalker, completely obsessed with her. 

Not that he wasn’t. Not since that very first time. Her “first’ anal scene. He understood she had to be a little overwhelmed at that shoot with so many people on set. She had clearly already fucked the director (for a scene) and was now just taking on a few actors who were already on a rise. It was his last commitment to the old studio and then he was off to a new contract with Hunt. God, he wished he could have taken her with him. As it was, the only thing he kept was her scent that lingered not long enough.

"You know, I've asked my agent about another scene with you more times than any other actor. He never has a good enough reason to tell me no. What gives?" August inquired.

She debated telling him the truth. That she was completely enamored of him despite, only having met once, and afraid to ruin her own fantasy. Yes, she thought about him often. She’d be lying if she said otherwise.

But what if he refused her counter-offers? What if he didn't play the way she had come to discover she wanted sometimes, needed even?

She could accept if his big dick in her pussy or ass was all he'd agree to again for one scene. But she wanted more. More than a scene. More than a spectacle.

"Industry's hottest stars finally fucking again!" she imagined the trade headlines would scream, not bothering to temper her own ego about her status.

And which studio got the rights? His or hers? Of course she would never give up the rights to those shots, those stills, that video. It had been years since any studio other than the one she owned had any rights to any images of her. Why August Walker didn't make the same professional move she had was beyond her, but at least she could play the upper hand if it came down to it. It was power to own the rights to your own material and that power trumped his studio contracts. Or at least she'd make that case. Plus Ethan Hunt was a little bitch and she’d be damned if she contributed to his profits in any way.

Still, she couldn’t get past the concern that having his big dick in her ass again would ruin her for anyone else ever again. It wasn't the size. Hell, she'd had two almost equal to him in there just the other day.

No. It was the fantasy. Not only what she already knew of his prowess, though if she’d improved over time, and she knew she had, he had to have gotten better too. But also what she imagined she knew based on the stories she'd heard. Stories about his true personality as well as the image she made up in her head based on tidbits of their past and innuendos of his present.

On set, she'd heard he’d become a bit of a prick. Even worse when the storyline called for Daddy. Not that it didn't make her wet to watch. And daydream about. Calling him Daddy, mmmm.

Except that wasn't her. Not her kink. Not her need. Not really.

And off set? Well, lips are usually loose in the industry, but somehow very few factual stories about dating August Walker were out there. Most of what she'd heard was easily dispelled rumor.

No, he wasn't into animal play. Either kind. Good.

No, he didn't force his partners to sleep in separate rooms after finishing. Why would someone even start that rumor? To what end? 

Her private private detective had tracked down the source and verified quickly. It was a little bit of column a, a little bit of column b. The studio was looking to cash in on the mystery and intrigue of their dashing playboy, and a jilted date wanted more. Who wouldn't want more of him? But that choice was self-sabotaging to say the least.

She was well aware that some women, and men for that matter, liked to imagine their favorite actor to be the world's largest asshole. No, not that way. 

That was the way she liked to imagine him. And the basis for her declination. He'd never say yes. She was sure of it.

And yet here he was. Blushing at the mere mention. Maybe she should have countered with that when he first started seeking her out. But she hadn't been ready to give up the rush she felt every time a message from Hunt Club studios appeared in her inbox.

August felt the heat rise in his cheeks and knew someone out there would say he was blushing, but August Walker does not blush.

As she leaned in, he swiped another surreptitious peek at her gorgeous and barely covered tits, though he was so smooth no one could have seen this time. Not that it mattered. He was right about the thin silver chains holding onto barely anything up front. Where she found tissue paper thin metallic material, he had no idea but her nipples showed through what little fabric there was making up the plunging neckline of the deep-vee tank, as if they weren’t also practically peeking out of the top as it was. She had them on display for a reason. But he was trying to make a move here. Trying to differentiate himself from the rest of the industry players and hangers-on hoping for a hook-up after the awards.

Champagne and liquor had flowed all night, powder cut, pills popped. He was tipsy but it was really the sunrise inching its way into the sky behind her, here on this rooftop bar next to the pool full of drunken, naked bodies, and the angelic halo circling the crown of her head that had him staring back into her eyes in no time, enraptured. Well, that and her reply.

“I have certain … desires that I’m not convinced you’d be amenable to and I didn’t want to alienate you.”

He went on to ask, no - insist, she explained her terms, right here right now. And she obliged, clarifying that she didn’t intend to be filmed at all. That her interest in climbing into bed with him was related only to the burning desire she’d felt to track him down, beg him for more, practically every day since that shoot. And the thing that convinced her not to bother was the never ending stream of talent she’d seen draped around him months, years later. 

But she wouldn’t, couldn’t deny that she wanted him. Wanted to relive that moment and then build on it. Take the scene farther than was written. Fuck him right off the page and into her life forever. It was indescribable the way he felt listening to her narrate her desire to own him. She was only mentioning the bedroom, but he got the feeling she meant the heart as well.

Still, she was being mysterious with the details, so August began to mention specifics. What he wouldn’t do.

"I won't lick your boots," he'd said with a grin after a shorter than expected list, still wavering on if he actually meant to convey the opposite.

"Maybe not," she replied before leaning in and whispering in his ear as he tilted down to meet her. It was clear from her next sentence that she’d finally figured out he’d say yes. He was practically begging for it right here in front of these few end-of-the evening stragglers. "But you will take every inch of me."

Negotiations had already begun and this was just ink on the dotted line. Along with a string of consent questions with compatible answers and now she knew his safeword and he knew hers. It wasn’t what it used to be. Because things can change. But not his desire for her.

He brushed past her non-binding handshake and drew her in for a confirmation kiss, hands gently pulling her waist towards him. “You still smell the same. It drives me crazy,” he admitted before pressing his lips to hers with a smile. Then he broke the kiss, which had begun to turn lascivious even for the nature of the event, afraid they’d never make it off the roof-top if he didn’t.

He gave a deceptively shy smile and knowing nod to Kelis as he passed her on his way out with the true object of his desire draped along his arm.

She sent her limo off with whatever crew was left at the party before climbing into the back of his. They had no sooner pulled away from the curb and begun to make their way to his hi-rise apartment building than the driver’s shield went up and she went down, unzipping his trousers and slipping her hand in to coax him out. 

She had gotten incredibly better at sucking dick in these interim years. But it was like she was finally home. Like her mouth opened magically around him to hold him close and taste his skin. It took everything in his power not to blow his load down her throat in the car. He wanted to be in her pussy when he came and there wasn’t much he wanted more at this moment.

He managed to pull her off and get her back on the seat, legs spread and ready to take his shoulders as he slipped his tongue deep inside her core. Moving the floss she’d bothered to pull on out of his way wasn’t hard in the least. He had her screaming by the time the limo pulled up outside his building.

August draped his suit jacket over her shoulders before he helped her out of the car and into the lobby. When the elevator doors closed around them, she turned and pressed him back into the wall, staring up at him with hunger and power equally.

“That’s the last time you call the shots tonight. I’m taking my shoes off as soon as we walk in your door, so you can’t accuse me of asking you to lick my boots. But you will be on your knees and you will put your mouth back on my pussy and do that one more time before anything else happens tonight. Understood?”

He stared down at her with amusement that morphed into understanding that ended in solemnity before the ding at his floor broke the silence.

“Yes ma’am,” he finally replied, resigned to her whim. He opened the lock with practiced ease, nothing shaking out of fear but only vibrating with anticipation. How had he missed her meaning all those years ago? 

“I wish I could show you how this feels,” she’d whispered in his ear as he held her chest tight against his. “But it’s nothing compared to how it feels from behind.”

At the time he thought she had meant for him to turn her around, still on top of him but back to chest. So he did. And she liked it. She came like a banshee and that squeeze is something they can’t fake. That’s what wins the awards anyway. The audience knows it’s acting, but when they can tell it’s something the actor actually wants, when the chemistry is kinetic, the high is so much higher. 

Clearly she’d had so much more in mind. When she came back down, he made sure to check the front door lock before he turned back to scoop her quivering body into his arms and carry her down the hall to his bedroom.

“Don’t think I’m anywhere near done with you just because I’m a wreck right now,” she called to him as he set her onto his bed. “Where are you going?”

“I would never think you’d consider that enough for an evening. I want to freshen up, if you don’t mind. May I?” August quirked an eyebrow awaiting her response and it was clear he’d come right back to the bed if she forbade it. No questions asked. But she allowed it and that only made him ache for her more. He’d be quick.

“Damn right you will!” she called out after him before ridding herself of her own garments. 

Her hand must have found its way to the soaking mess between her legs and this is how August found her when he stepped out of the bathroom a very short while later, rubbing a towel over his head after peeling it off his body. He watched her luxuriate in the slippery slide feel of her fingers dipping in and out, rubbing, pinching, pumping, pumping, pumping.

He dipped carefully onto the bed. He had no desire to startle her out of her joy, he only wanted to witness it up close. He crawled alongside her and watched as her chest heaves softened and listened as her sighs became longer. When she finally opened her eyes on a deep inhale, he smiled at her.

“May I join you?” So respectful.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, and while he heeded she lifted his arm and guided his hand between her legs. “And touch me,” she whispered into his mouth. 

He obeyed. His fingers drifted through her folds and made use of the slick that remained to press up into her. One, two, one, two. And now three. And now she’s grinding up against his hand and breaking the kiss to demand more and he’s giving it to her but it’s not enough, is it?

“More,” she cried out. “Fuck me, August.”

He was grateful at that moment for two revelations from the rooftop. He already knew his own status, testing often despite Hunt’s lackadaisical studio regulations. But she had shared that her studio adopted the standard of routine and regular testing early on and therefore she knew exactly what her status was, too. And, coupled with the fact that she had the implant, she had no qualms going bare. All these things led to the next thing he was grateful for and that was the feel of her pussy wrapped all the way around him as he slipped his prodigious cock deep inside her. 

He mused he could do this all night. Or rather all day and into the night, when the moon began to rise again. Because it wasn’t night at all. It was broad daylight now and it was streaming in through the mirrored windows. Nobody could see it, even if they did find themselves on level with the height of his apartment. But no curtains meant he could see the way the sunlight brightened her face and it made him want to see all of her.

“Will you take it off, too?” he asked, staring down at her while he pistoned his hips into hers and felt her open and warm around him. “Please?”

He wasn’t used to begging. As much as he wasn’t a blusher, he definitely wasn’t a beggar but he found himself wanting to do anything for her and she wanted him to beg. Or at least ask nicely. And he wanted to obey. For the first time, maybe ever, August Walker wasn’t in charge.

She obliged and pulled the wig off easily. It wasn’t even pinned on, there was so much bang to cover the cap. All that meant was she was able to free her natural hair with ease and he was thankful. Now she lay bare before him and he got to take a good long, up close and personal look before she took it all away.

Faster than he would have preferred she slipped back and eased him out, but turned just as quickly to take him in her mouth. August let his eyes fall closed while he relished the feeling of her mouth around his cock again, but just when it started feeling really good, it also started feeling too good. If she continued he was going to come and he really meant it when he decided he wanted to be inside her for that. And not her mouth.

“Please,” it was practically a whisper. She almost hadn’t heard. But she let go with a pop and asked.

“What was that?”

“Please,” he begged again, raspy but with sound this time, voice hitching as she took him back in her mouth for just the briefest of sucks.

“What are you asking for?”

When he pleaded again with a cracked voice, she smiled as she let go.

“What is it, August? Huh? What do you want? Or not want?”

“Please…please don’t.” he stuttered as she continued to toy with him. Dick in and then out of his mouth with no concern for his predicament.

“Say it, August. Ask nicely.”

“Don’t make me come,” he begged, even as she sank to wrap her lips around him once more. “Please.”

“If that’s what you want. You only have to ask. Nicely.” She was so proud of him and he could feel that. Could tell she’d do anything for him. And let him do anything for her.

“Let me fuck you,” he asked. “Please. Just ….”

“Don’t bother saying it, you and I both know 5 minutes turns into 20 in no time,’ she laughed with him as she lay back with her legs spread wide for him. He stayed kneeling between her legs and watched her face explode with pleasure as he rocked deep and strong inside of her. He wasn’t trying to overcome her, wasn’t looking to establish any kind of dominance. Not on purpose at least. Because the fact of the matter was, that no matter how much he wanted to let her be in charge, it just came so naturally to him. It was hard to drop that mantle. Especially while fucking into her and watching her fall apart around him.

Then she shook her head and through sheer will, dragged herself back from the precipice to snake an arm up his chest, fingers drifting to his neck and drawing him down against her. 

“Kiss me again, August,” she commanded and he obliged with no hesitation. It wasn’t that he couldn’t resist and instead put her right back in the trance his cock had caused, but he didn’t want to. They’d agreed on this night. Agreed what it would mean. He was finally getting what he’d craved all these years. And so was she.

Their tongues tangled while his fingertips traveled over velvety skin, her legs wrapped around hips, his thick member pistoned in and out of her wet and slippery cunt that she controlled so well. She hadn’t been wrong. August imagined he could stay like this forever if she’d let him, drowning in her glory, ego stroked with every gasp and whimper and cry of hers. It was music to his ears. He’d heard enough fake moans and pants over the years to know what the real thing sounded like and he never wanted to give it up.

When he felt her squeeze tight around him for the second time, he began to slow, sure that more than twenty minutes had passed but completely uninterested in confirming his suspicion. No, he wanted her on her knees again.

“Can I have you from behind?” he murmured in her ear after kissing his way along her cheek and neck. “Just for 5 minutes.”

She could feel his grin, but before she could compose an appropriate response, he’d shifted, changed tempo and hit a different spot that had her howling and fighting the urge to beg him for more. Even then brief respite she’d have while they switched positions should allow her to gather her wits and tamp down her desire to just let him rail her into the next day. Because tonight was for something more. So she pushed him back away from her, flipped and pulled herself to all fours while crawling towards the center of the bed.

With a seductive glance over her shoulder, she called to him, “Come and get it, stud.”

Five minutes in heaven. That’s all she was going to allow him. She pressed her chest down into the bed and let him drag her hips into the air, flesh captured under his strong fingers. She screamed into the sheets as August directed her pleasure with practiced skill and just when she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, he slipped a saliva-coated thumb into her ass and sent her reeling. He’d timed it perfectly. 

“You’re done,” she fought through her haze to flip to her back and clarify. “We still have a deal, right?”

She watched him stroking himself lazy and slow to stay hard while his eyes blinked shut with relief almost involuntarily. 

“Yes,” he replied, his exhale full of yearning. “Will you show me?”

“Show you what, August? Hmm?” she asked with a tilt of her head, pleased he was finally ready to give in to what he’d already agreed to back on that rooftop.

“Show me how it feels.” It wasn’t a question, yet still not a command. He’d never dare to command her. Not until she was ready for him to. And that wasn’t tonight.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since we met.”

All those years. All that time. August closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and told himself it’s fine. It’ll be fine. He pulled back a bit from the ledge that he wanted to step over for missing her meaning all along. As if she could read his mind, she spoke from somewhere that felt like a dream.

“I’m glad you waited though. I wasn’t ready either. I was trying to get over my nerves and thought a little brazen tease directed at the top talent on set would help. But I’ve discovered I really do like sharing that experience, knowing I can make a man feel the way he makes me feel. Make him understand how much better it is when it's from someone who cares."

When he opened his eyes, she was pulling herself up to her knees to meet him. He felt her hands trace along his chest as she pressed her lips to his. It was almost sweet, but definitely a relief. She really did want this as much as he did.

For a mini-eternity, they let their tongues tangle and hands roam. August shivered as her nails traced down his back with the perfect dig and smiled into her lips as he thought about the red lines he’d be left with the next day. He cradled the nape of her neck as even on knees he towered over her and let a hand drift down the soft skin of her side and around her waist to cup her ass.

When her hands finally landed in the same spot on him, he felt another layer of tension release as she caressed and squeezed each cheek with passion. She broke the kiss and nuzzled down his chest, landing on her elbows before him. With eagerness, she took hold of his still invigorated member, gave a few soft strokes, and then put him back in her warm, wet, inviting mouth. 

But this blowjob had an ulterior motive that August felt as soon as it turned sloppy and her saliva began to drip and pool around him. With a now slick hand, she slipped her fingers off the base of his cock and in between his legs, tracing past the waxed-bare skin off his balls and teasing his entrance.

She circled and smoothed and kneaded until he finally felt a finger ease past the first ring of muscle and he had to put a hand on her head to slow the bob that was already threatening to pull his orgasm too soon. Surely she didn’t want that, did she?

August dropped his head back with a groan of pleasure as she let her spit drop onto her fingers again before pressing a second digit inside, just beginning to open him up to all her possibilities. It already felt so, so good. If this was all she did for him, it was worth it, but not really what he wanted. He’d had a few other lovers tease him like this, but he always stopped them short, still too nervous to let them go all the way to where he needed.

He’d kept this part of himself secret, shared it with no one, tested it only when alone. He knew it was stupid to hide this craving, especially given how exposed he allowed himself to be on film. But this was something different. Something personal. Private. That’s what he told himself. And he let his stature in the industry dictate the type of man he was in a bedroom, with a woman but without the cameras, for far too long.

His head was spinning as her tongue licked his length and her fingers teased and touched. She was pressing and pushing deeper and when she finally found his spot it took every ounce of willpower to maintain composure. He still wanted more of her, still didn’t want to come yet.

It dawned on him then that she hadn’t brought an overnight bag with change of clothes for the morning or toys for the evening. Just her ridiculously sexy wisp of an outfit and a tiny clutch that couldn’t have hidden even a bottle of lube, let alone the tool she needed to fulfill their bargain. She’d promised him he’d take every inch of her. Could she really have meant only this? Was she expecting him to come as she beckoned inside him?

“I can hear your thoughts, August” she purred up at him with a smile, mouth off his dick, but fingers still toying with him. “I don’t want to stop here either. I’m sure you can help me out, can’t you?”

She felt him tense and knew he was weighing the pros and cons of admitting what she had guessed when he agreed to take her home immediately without offering to make a stop along the way. August had his own equipment. No doubt about it.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, removing her fingers completely and returning to her knees to kiss him hard and deep before speaking to him on his level. “You don’t have to hide anymore. Show me what you need.” 

She watched the seas of his eyes storm with fear before settling into calm as she held his gaze with no judgment, no mockery. She kissed him again, licked into the space between his lips and felt the passion as he held her tight, almost holding on for his life while he kissed her back.

When he finally broke free, he stepped back off the bed and opened the nightstand to remove a bottle of lube before he moved across the room to a mirrored armoire. He opened the doors and removed a sleek, black box which he brought back to place slowly on the nightstand, clearly deep in thought. And then he hesitated, hands resting on the lid of the box, head down.

“I don’t…” he started, and she felt a small ache in her heart. She had never seen him so vulnerable. Not that she spent much time alone with him at all, but this was truly a side she hadn’t quite expected after everything she knew about him.

“We can take our time, August,” she spoke with a careful tone and no desire to spook him. He remained still and she felt reassured he wasn’t running, not in his mind or his body. When he spoke, she had to stifle a small laugh for fear she would send him running from misplaced shame.

“I only mean, I don’t have a harness for you.” He turned, fingertips of only one hand still on the closed box, eyes scanning hers for understanding. And she understood completely.

She moved closer to the edge of the bed and grinned at him. “Oh, August. Oh baby, this is what has you worried? You think I can’t make it good for you if I’m not wearing it?” She watched this new layer of tension begin to melt away as he registered her words. “August Walker, I meant what I said and I can’t wait to fuck you however I can. And believe me, I know how to make it good.”

She waited for him to relax, to speak, to return to his usual manner and let her back in. Then she took a calculated breath, dropped the timbre of her voice, and called to him.

“And you’re going to let me, aren’t you August?”

Her eyes dropped just in time to see the twitch in his still hard-cock and she knew he was back and ready to let her have him. He flipped the lid to the lacquer box with one finger and revealed a small treasure trove of devices, any of which she’d be thrilled to treat him with. With no idea how prepared he really was, she let him choose. 

“Will you start with this?” August handed her not the smallest, but not the largest either and she accepted willingly. “It’s been a minute.”

With complete understanding she led him back into bed on his knees before grabbing the lube from the nightstand and setting about her business. Kisses first. Deep and hungry. She wanted his tongue down her throat and he obliged while she held the dildo and lube in one hand and stroked his rock hard cock with the other. 

Before too long, she’d dropped the toy to the bed and flipped the lid to the tube, using proprioception to drop several dollops onto her open hand before reaching between his spread legs while still commanding his kiss. Her fingers smoothed the viscous fluid over his entrance and dipped a little in with a finger before she reached for the prosthetic and smeared the rest around the tip and down the base.

Her lips left his reluctantly as she ordered him to hands and knees while she maneuvered behind him. With practiced skill, she massaged and manipulated her fingers inside him once more, listening for the moans and groans that told her he was ready for her to place the tip alongside a finger and ease the toy inside. She watched him carefully, moving slowly and waiting for him to relax fully before she slipped the whole thing in and he took it with the sweetest grunt.

“You’re doing so good for me, August. Just like I knew you would. Does it feel good?” she questioned, while gently pulling and pushing, twisting and pressing, smiling when he answered in the affirmative. With each motion she listened for the sounds that would tell her where and how it felt best and she was quick to learn his needs.

“Fuck…just like that,” he begged and hitched back into her, already wanting more.

“Impatient,” she teased lightly as she shifted to the side so she could both lean over to capture his lips again and still work the toy in and out of his slowly writhing body. She kept him wanting, shifting the speed and direction, for as long as he could last before he finally begged for the real thing.

She left him face down and ass up while she switched gear, careful to add more lube to both him and the larger phallus. But when she was ready to finally give him what he wanted, she paused for just a moment to consider orientation. She was certain positioning him to face the mirror would be too much for this first time together, but there would be others, she was sure now.

Other times to see the exquisite pain she knew would soon drip down his face as she wielded the apparatus and gave him every inch he asked for. She ran a hand up his back and grabbed onto his shoulder for more leverage as she worked him into a frenzy. He was bucking back into her and the moans that drifted from his lips were music to her ears. All the practice and care she’d taken, learning how to please a lover this way were paying off.

She knew how it felt, knew how he was riding each high and low. Watched him relax into his pleasure, at times letting her control him completely before he shifted his hips and dug into the bed with hands and knees to find purchase that would allow him to grind hard onto the sizable dildo she brandished with expertise. She’d go all night like this if he wanted.

As his circuits finally broke, she could see the waves of pleasure begin to ripple along his spine. He was coming furiously hard, perhaps harder than he had in a long time, no matter how many uses this toy of his had gotten on his own. She was that good at sensing and feeling and pushing and pulling exactly how and when and where he needed.

And August definitely needed. That much was abundantly clear as he collapsed fully to the bed, panting and gasping for air as he rode the waves of his lingering orgasm. She could see him twitching and knew the feeling because it was exactly how she felt after everyone of the orgasms he’d given her tonight. Like an explosion of sensation she never wanted to come down from and she’d given that to him finally.

She left him to catch his breath and stepped to the bathroom to run warm water over a soft washcloth and grab a fresh towel on the way back. When he was cleaned and dry, she tucked into the covers with him and pulled him to her, guiding his head to her chest.

“You feel okay? Need anything else right now?” she asked him quietly as her hand drifted up and down his back.

“I wanted to come inside you,” August admitted with an exhausted sigh.

“We’re gonna have a lifetime of that.”

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Soft!dark!Ethan Landry x Pastors!Daughter!Reader 18+

Ethan Landry with the pastors daughter and he has a corruption kink. 😩😩 He's so bf

!NSFW! DARK TOPICS, FORCED BREEDING

Ethan had been watching you for a while. You were so cute with your knee high socks and that god damned cross that hung right above your cleavage. It was like you were teasing him. He knew you weren't though, you were too innocent for that. Ethan loved that about you. He could tell you were a virgin. The way your face would turn bright red with any kind of mention of anything remotely sexual. He didn't believe in God, but thanked him when the two of you were put together for a partner project in your econ class. By the end of this project he promised himself he'd pop your little cherry.

After your professor dismissed everyone Ethan came up to you. "So I was thinking we could work on it at my apartment." He was so pretty you thought and his voice made you feel- No no, stop being weird. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm free whenever" He smiled and you swear you melted a little bit. "Let's start working tomorrow after class then." The two of you exchanged numbers and went your separate ways.

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The second Ethan got to his apartment he ignored his roommate Chad and went straight to his room. He locked the door behind him then laid on his bed and unbuttoned his pants. His dick was aching, he thought of your soft skin and pretty lips. The sounds you would make for him as he split you open. He would be the one and only person to touch you. You'd beg and cry for him and he'd make you cum every way imaginable. His hand pumped his leaking cock slow and hard. Just how he imagined that the two of you would make love. He called out your name just as he came in his hand. When his head finally cleared, he just knew he was going to have you.

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You didn't know how you got here. The two of you were supposed to be studying instead you were sat in Ethan's lap, his tongue in your mouth with your shirt off.

He was holding your hips so hard it felt like it would bruise. He pulled away a string of spit connecting between you both. "Not so innocent now are you? Hm you dumb baby." He tapped your cheek as he talked to you. God he was right, what would your father say? He was just too tempting. He was the snake and you were Eve. The chemistry you both had was the forbidden fruit. "Oh I wish you could see yourself. I bet you're soaked."

Ethan was right, your face felt hot and you tried to deny but he stuck his fingers in your mouth. "No your little pussy isn't wet? Hm ok what's this then?" His tone was condescending as he reached up into your skirt and found the big wet spot on your panties. You let out a little moan and a big grin grew on his face. "Are you gonna let me fuck you bunny? Are you gonna be my good little slut?" He tilted his head as he asked and pulled his fingers out of your mouth. "Yes please, please don't stop touching me." He chuckled a little bit. "Since you asked so nicely baby." He leaned back in for a kiss as he pulled your panties to the side. You locked your legs around his waist. He found your clit and began to gently circle it, you had never felt pleasure like this before he did it so much better than you.

"Do you touch yourself princess?" You nodded a little, you wanted to cry this felt so good and he barely had started. "What do you think about pretty?" "I think about you, laying me down and being gentle with me." He smirks and slips his long middle finger into you. A cry forces it's way out of you, his finger is so big and he keeps curling it against the perfect spot inside you. "You say you want me to be gentle but I think you wanna be treated like the whore you are."

He pushes another finger into you and you gush down his hand. All you can hear is your own moans and the sound of your soaked pussy being fingered so good. A feeling builds in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. "Ethan, Ethan, Eth-" you break off into a moan and your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm crashes through you. Ethan helps you ride through it, and he sticks his sticky fingers into your mouth. You taste the tangy taste of yourself and when he takes away his fingers he pulls you into a kiss. "God you're addicting baby." He holds your face like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. You want to tell him to never say the lords name in vain but you aren't exactly a saint right now. He then unclips your bra and palms your tits in his hands playing with the pebbling nipples. "Are you ready for my cock bunny?" You beg and plead for it. You need him so bad that it aches all throughout your body. "How could I say no when you're such a sweet needy little thing."

He pulls off his shirt and you touch the exposed skin. He's so pretty. "Pull me out, show me you really need it." You climb out of his lap, nervously unbutton his jeans and he helps you pull them over his hips. The outline of his hard cock through his boxers is so big you don't think it'll fit. You pull it out through the hole in his boxers and feel the heavy warm skin in your hand. It's so big, with a pretty pink tip and covered in veins. "Now get me ready, move your hand up and down baby." You do as he says, tugging on his gorgeous cock and he moans out. "I need to be inside you right now." He lays you down, like you imagined. He climbs over you rubbing your clit with the tip of his hard dick. "Please Ethan I can't wait anymore." He listens and pushes inside you. Except he isn't gentle he does it in one harsh thrust. You feel so full, the stinging pain making your pussy wet his dick. "Oh my sweet bunny you're so tight." He pulls out a little and harshly thrusts back in. You moan out, you can feel him in your guts. "Look baby I'm in your tummy." He says as he pushes down on your belly bulge. Your pussy throbs around him, it's all too much, it's too good. He keeps one hand on the bulge and one is wrapped around your neck as he fucks you. "Awhh look at how pathetic you are, you beg for it but look at you now. Crying because you can't handle my big cock." His words surprise you because you were so lost in the blissful lust you didn't realize you had started to cry. Your legs shake around him and the coil in your stomach is about to snap. He moves one of his hands to play with your clit and you cum so hard. "That's it princess, gush all over me." Your walls pulse around him as he fucks you through your high. He doesn't stop though, even after you're overstimulated and crying even harder. You cum a second time, except it feels weird this time, like you peed yourself. He moans out your name and then stops. "That's so hot, I can't believe you squirted on me." You mumble something incoherent out too tired to exist after he just fucked you like a whore. He cleans you up and snuggles into bed with you.

He's so grateful you were put together for this project, grateful to pop your cherry, and grateful that you were too tired to notice he came deep inside you.

The both of you were gonna make great parents <3

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE FIC!! Sorry it took me so long to post, school has been hectic. Sunny out ✌️

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the shakespeare exhibit - part 5

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you meet tara's family, and she reveals a secret

warnings: talks about murder

word count: 2400+

author's note: R's brothers' names are finally revealed😩

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Sam, Mindy, and Chad sat in the Carpenter-Bailey living room, watching Tara as she paced around the room, chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands.

“You guys have to be nice to her, okay?” Tara said, glancing at the trio. “She’s a little nerdy.” Or a lot nerdy, she thought. “And she can ramble about literature sometimes, so if you don’t want to listen to that, then don’t get her started.” Not that I don’t like her rambling. I actually would kill to listen to her talk Shakespeare to me right now. Her voice is just so-- She shook her head. “Maybe just don’t bring up any authors, or playwrights, or poets, or--”

“T,” Mindy interrupted. Tara whipped her head toward her, eyes wide with anxiety. “Don’t stress. I already know Y/N, and she’ll fit in just fine with us. She’s a little sweetheart. Plus, you’re wrapped around her finger, which is a great sign.”

Tara sighed. “I know. I just…I’ve never brought anyone home before, so I’m nervous.” She looked at Sam. “I really want you guys to like her because I’m hoping she’ll be around for a while.”

Sam smiled. “Tara, it’ll be fine. I’m excited to meet her.”

“We’ll finally get to see how whipped you are!” Mindy said, shooting Tara a teasing grin. “Because we all know you’re a simp.”

“Shut up, Minds,” Tara grumbled. “You’re one to talk--always gushing over Anika and ‘oh! I can’t! I’m with ‘Nika tonight!’” Tara mimicked, making her voice higher to mock her friend.

Mindy huffed. “Whatever. At least I asked Anika to be my girlfriend before actually calling her my girlfriend.”

“Don’t use that against me.”

Chad piped up, interrupting the bickering. "So, on a scale from 1 to Ethan, how nerdy is she?"

Tara tilted her head, thinking. “Like, a nine?” No, higher. “Maybe she even beats Ethan, actually.” Oh my god, is she nerdier than Ethan?

Chad hummed. “I didn’t think that would ever be possible.”

“Well, if one of you gets her rambling, then you’ll see.” Tara started pacing again. “But, really, she could go on for hours, so you should try to avoid--”

“Just breathe, Tara, alright?” Sam said. “This’ll be fine. And if it’s not, well, you like her, and that’s what matters.” But I need you to like her, too, Sam.

“Okay.” Tara exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You’re right. This’ll be perfectly fi--"

Soft knocks on the front door made her jump where she stood, her nerves rushing back up her throat and threatening to spill out. She glanced at the clock. She’s early. Oh god. I thought I had more time. I need more time. I need to prep these guys. I need to prep myself. I need to--

Chad furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you gonna get the door, or…?”

Tara nodded. “Yes.”

“You haven’t moved, T,” Mindy pointed out.

“I’m getting there,” Tara seethed through gritted teeth.

“I can get the door,” Sam offered, already halfway out of her seat. That snapped Tara from her reverie and she pushed her sister back onto the couch with a huff. Only I can open doors for her.

Tara crossed the room, peeked through the peephole, and inhaled deeply when it was, in fact, you standing out in the hall. Okay. This is it. She twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open, smiling nervously at you.

“Hi, pretty girl,” you said, looking just as jittery as she felt. There was a bottle of wine in your hands, and you were wringing your fingers around it as you spoke. “I thought I had the wrong apartment for a minute.”

She shook her head, blushing from the nickname. “Nope. You’re…here.” She stared at you for a moment before being interrupted by Mindy behind her.

“Are you gonna let her in, T?” the girl called out. I’ll kill her. Really, I will.

“Right,” she breathed out. She opened the door wider. “Come on in.”

You shuffled through the door, offering a soft smile to the three that were sitting on the couch. “Hi, guys,” you said, waving.

“‘Sup? I’m Chad.”

“You already know me, nerd.” Can Mindy just be somewhat nice for once? Tara thought.

Sam stood up, and Tara gulped. Don’t be rude. Don’t be rude. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Sam said, grinning at you.

“You too!” You shoved the wine bottle in her direction. “This is for you. It’s a 1961 Merlot from France.” You blushed, glancing down sheepishly. “My parents sent it over since I’m not 21 yet, but I thought it would be nice to bring something.”

Sam’s eyes widened as she stared at the bottle. “I can’t accept this. It had to have been expensive.” If you saw her apartment, you’d know her parents have the money.

You shrugged, biting your bottom lip. “No, please. It’s…it’s not a big deal, really.” You frowned, and Tara could tell you were growing anxious. She grabbed your hand, holding it tightly in her own as you said, “But, if you’re not a big wine drinker, I could ask them to send something else, or--”

“No, this is great.” Sam smiled. “Thank you.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. “You're welcome.”

Okay, Tara thought. Good first impression. Perfect.

“Well,” Sam said, “the food’s ready. Should we eat?”

* * *

You sat next to Tara at the table, her hand on your thigh, with Chad across from you and Mindy and Sam sitting at either end. The food had already been eaten, empty plates laying in front of each of you, and easy conversation was flowing between all of the friends, leaving you to sit back and watch.

“So, Y/N, Tara told us that you’re an English major at Blackmore?” Sam said, turning to you, a glass of the wine you had brought in her hands.

You nodded, taking a sip of water to clear your throat. “Yeah! I’m an English major with a concentration in literature specifically.”

Here we go, Tara thought.

“Who’s your favorite author, then?” Sam asked. Oh, you fool. I warned you.

“Oh, well, you know, there’s just so many throughout history.” You furrowed your eyebrows in thought. “I mean, Shakespeare is high on the list, of course, though he’s considered a playwright. Nathaniel Hawthorne is also one of ‘the greats’ for me. I mean, one of my brothers is named after him, so I feel like I have to lean into that. Poet-wise, I’d have to go with Emily Dickinson because, to me at least, her language is filled with so much passion and true love for poetry.” Your eyes flitted around the table, and you glanced down. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Tara leaned over and whispered, “It’s okay, baby. You’re doing fine.”

Sam hummed. “Do you know what you want to do with your degree?”

“Maybe become an English professor like my father, or I may try to stay on the museum-track because I really do love being a tour guide.”

“It’s cool that you like Shakespeare,” Sam said. “I could never get into him, especially when they tried to teach us in school.”

“Well,” Mindy began, “neither could Tara, but look at her now. All it takes is a little literature nerd”--Mindy pointed at you--“and you’re all set.”

“So, why’s that your thing?” Chad asked, and Tara smiled softly, glad that he was trying.

“Well, I grew up with it,” you said. “My father was an English lit. professor; my grandfather was a poet; my great grandmother was an author; my great great grandmo--” You stopped yourself. “You get the picture; it spans generations with us.” You shrugged lightly. “We’re all literature fans, for the most part, except for my other brother Eddie.”

Chad nodded. “That’s cool. I can’t say I’m much of a reader myself, but it’s cool you’ve got a passion.”

You sighed with relief, and Tara squeezed your thigh. Bingo! That’s her on all of their good sides.

“What’re you into, then?” you asked.

“Me? Oh, I’m a big sports guy,” Chad said.

“Do you like the 49ers?”

“Like them?! That’s my team, man!”

You grinned, and Tara could practically see the idea form in your head. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering where the conversation was going. It wasn’t like you were a huge sports fan, at least from what you had told her. Then again, she had failed to mention that her family has hella money.

“My dad knows the coach. If you want, over summer break or something, I could arrange something so that you could meet the team,” you said.

Chad’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “Are you serious?! That would be epic.”

You waved him off. “It’s no biggie.” You turned to Mindy. “My dad also knows the director of the original Stab, if you ever wanted to meet him.”

“How the fuck does your dad know so many people?” Mindy asked, and Tara giggled at the child-like excitement in her voice.

“He’s got connections.” You shrugged.

“The coolest person our dad knows is Gale Weathers,” Chad huffed. “And that’s not even that cool, since we’ve met her already.”

Your eyes widened. “You guys have met Gale Weathers?” Oh shit, Tara thought, gulping.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Tara. “You haven’t told her yet?” A thick tension settled in the air as you glanced to your side, clearly confused about the topic at hand.

“Told me what?”

Tara stammered for words. Fuck. Not the time. Definitely not the time. “I’ll tell you later.”

You tilted your head at her but accepted the response. “Okay. No problem.”

Just like that, the tension faded away and you went back to talking to the others, grinning and rambling and joking around. Thank god she gets along with them. But now I have a bigger problem on my hands.

* * *

You fell back onto Tara’s bed, and she giggled at how easily you made yourself comfortable. She sat next to you, running her hand down your arm.

“What’d you think?” Tara asked.

“I like them.” You sat up and glanced at your hands. “What do you think they think of me?”

“Oh, they love you. Trust me.” You looked at her, and she offered you a soft smile. “They acted this way with Anika, too, when she and Mindy first started dating, and she’s practically family now. So, you’re in!”

You laughed, the sound dancing past your lips. “Good. I was worried.”

Okay, Tara. You’ve gotta tell her, she thought. “So, we should probably talk.”

“Okay.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Is this about what they brought up at dinner?”

Tara nodded her head, sighing. “Yeah. You know about the…murders in Woodsboro, right?”

You shrugged. “Kind of. I watched the first few Stabs when I was younger, but I’ve never actually looked into or read about the real murders.”

“Did you hear about the copycat killers last year?”

“Yeah. Briefly. My dad brought it up.” You tilted your head. “What’s going on?”

Tara clenched her jaw, bile rising in the back of her throat as she thought about what she was going to reveal. Just tell her. Spit it out. She gulped, trying to stop the trembling of her hands.

“Tara, baby,” you cooed, taking her cheeks in your hands so that you could look into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Your thumbs ran over her skin and came away wet. “You’re crying, sweetheart.”

Am I really? She sniffled and pulled away from your grasp, rubbing her own hands over her eyes. Huh. I am.

“You know you can tell me anything, right, Tar?” you asked, your voice so soft and careful that it made Tara want to melt into you.

She nodded and took a steadying breath. “I was part of it. The murders last year in Woodsboro,” she whispered. Her vision was blurry, yet she could still see as your eyes widened and your expression changed from worry to sorrow.

“What?”

“One of the killers was Sam’s boyfriend, Richie.” She bit her bottom lip, hating the way her voice shook. “And the other was…” Amber. My best friend. My girlfriend. My Amber.

“The other was who, baby?”

Tara’s heartbeat was faster than it should’ve been, and she was breathing heavily, like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. She tried to swallow down the sob that wanted to erupt, but she couldn’t.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her into your chest. Carefully, you laid on your back, bringing her down with you, and carded through her hair with your fingers as she cried into you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to talk about this now,” you said. “We don’t have to talk about it ever, if you don’t want to.”

Too good, Tara thought in the midst of her cries. She’s too good.

“I’m here, Tar. I’m here if you’re ready, and I’m here if you’re not.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, your lips lingering against her. “You’re okay,” you murmured.

It took nearly an hour for Tara to compose herself, her cries finally turning into soft sniffles and a few tears that dripped onto your shirt. When she pulled herself away from your hold, you were staring at her with wide, concerned eyes, and she knew she had to tell you.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “I’m ready.” You sat up and took one of her hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over her skin. She exhaled sharply through her nose and said, “The other killer was…she was my girlfriend. Amber.”

You deflated a bit at her words, frowning, and she watched as your eyes turned glossy. “Oh, Tara,” you whispered. You squeezed her hand. “I am so sorry. I can’t even imagine.”

She shrugged, blinking back the fresh wave of tears. “It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “It’s not, Tar.”

“It’s been a year. I don’t know why I’m not over it yet,” she said, voice cracking.

“I don’t know if that’s something you get over.” You sighed. “Or, at least, not in just a year.” You ran your thumb over her knuckles. “You can talk to me about it…whenever you want, okay?”

“It’s not weird? That she was…my girlfriend?”

“No, baby. It’s not. It’s something that should be talked about, and I’ll always be here to listen.” You leaned forward and kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks. “No matter what, whenever you want to talk about it, I’m here.” You smiled. “I’m good for more than just literature, you know.”

Tara giggled softly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

bonus: “tara?” chad asked a few days after the dinner with you.

“what’s up?”

“does y/n know any…video game developers?”

tara furrowed her eyebrows. “maybe. i’d have to ask.” she narrowed her eyes. “why?”

chad looked down at his feet. “...ethan wanted to know.”

she giggled. “ethan can ask her when he meets her.”

[sc0tters]

Lover Boy | Ethan Edwards

summary: after a stressful day Ethan has the perfect way of coming to the rescue and giving you a moment to relax.

song: Lover - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: none

word count: 650

authors note: when I say that I had no clue how to write this, I had NO clue. Like not a single thought went through my mind. I won’t lie, this is shit but it’s here and even the poorly written ones deserve love. If you want to see the celly that this was apart of you can view the playlist here!

Pure bliss was how you described your relationship.

Ethan and you had been dating since the summer before senior year and after being best friends you two only grew closer when you both moved to the University of Michigan.

It was almost written in the stars how much you two were destined to be together. Out of all of the universities you apply to umich was the only one you wanted to actually go to and it was after you got your acceptance letter that Ethan joined the wolverines for hockey.

As a couple you always found a way to have your schedules merge for you two to see each other. But this week it was feeling a bit rough for your relationship with how stressed you had been.

Ethan rocked up to your room as it was late after a night time training session and he was surprised to see that you were still awake “what have you been up to?” He asked as he saw the scattered papers on your floor and your guitar that was on your bed. It had been a long week of near nonstop work for the music course that you were in.

The boy ultimately came to check up on you but he wasn’t going to tell you that “just been working,” you explained as you let out a sigh.

Your hands were sore from the amount of times you had strung the strings on your guitar “I should get back to it,” you added as you knew that you were only going to get less time with more work to do.

It caused Ethan to scoff “you can take a five minute break,” he pointed out as he ran his finger over the callouses that were on your fingertips as you had over played your guitar.

Complaints from you fell on deaf ears as the hockey player stood up “just hear me out on this baby.” He spoke softly as he held his hand out to you.

You gave him a testing look “not taking no for an answer.” The boy added causing you to finally listen to him.

His hand grabbed yours as he begun to play your favourite song on his phone. When the Lover album was released you dragged Ethan into your car as you drove around your home town letting you two listen and as you stopped at your favourite place in Edmonton Lover the song began to play. It sure sounded cheesy but Ethan realised that he loved you as you hummed along to the song letting yourself squeal as you gushed about how cute Taylor’s relationship was with her boyfriend.

So as Ethan held you as you two slowly danced around your messy dorm it helped you feel at ease. It was hard not to as you only had the space to look at the boy who filled your heart with love.

The hockey player let his hands go to your hips as you two just swayed along to the beat of the song.

This moment reminded you of all of the reasons why you loved your boyfriend, he had the ability to make your shitty days feel bearable.

Ethan smiled as he could see that you were thinking about something “what’s on your mind pretty girl?” He asked as he cocked his head.

You cracked a grin “how much I love you,” you mumbled as you leaned up to kiss him. It was comforting as he dropped his head to kiss you back.

The boy should have been embarrassed with how he felt like a school boy when you said that “well it’s a good thing I love you too.” He smiled as he pecked your lips once more as the song changed to the next one on the playlist that you two had.

This was the best break you could have asked for.

[l4ndry-4-44]

Ethan Landry x fem reader

Warning: Smut, n!pple play, dark Ethan, sub!reader, reader of age

"Can you two stop arguing for fucks sake!?" Tara yelled, you and Ethan where arguing about which scary movie to watch, you wanted to watch 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' but he wanted to watch 'Stab 5'.

God did you hate Ethan. He was always fucking with you, or arguing with you over something small and stupid.

"It doesn't matter, we're watching 'My bloody Valentine' anyway" Tara scoffs and walks away. You and Ethan look at each other "I still think Texas chainsaw is better than the stab franchise" you tease. He rolls his eyes and goes to sit on the couch, leaving one spot left.

Next to him.

He definitely did this on purpose. God did you turn him on, especially when you were mad. That's why he likes pissing you off.

He wanted to make you change your mind about him and he knew the exact way to do it too. You sit at the only spot left, trying to space away from Ethan the most you can.

He didn't like that. He pulled you next to him by your waist. You looked up at him but he was looking at the movie acting like nothing happened.

He moves his hand from your waist to your thigh. Your pussy beings to ache for his touch, his veiny cold hands made you gush in your panties.

He feels his dick running out of room in his underwear. You grabbed a blanket and put it over you guys. He looked down at you and smirked. You move your hand to massage his aching cock over his pants. "I need you so bad" you whisper in his ear. You slowly pull your pants and panties down to your knee.

Ethan starts to rub your puffy clit. He brings his face to your ear, "that wet for me for me, i see?" he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck. You jolt when he shoved two fingers inside you.

"You good?" chad asks

"Y-yea just got s-scared" you stuttered as ethan was going faster and fast, curling his fingers, hitting a bundle of nerves. You bit your lips hard not trying to scream, gripping onto ethan's forearm. Chad gave Ethan a thumbs up, he wasn't stupid. "Ima use the bathroom" Ethan says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom fast.

"Can you a good girl and be quiet baby?" he asks, dropping his pants. You nodded and took off all you clothes. He pulls you onto the counter and kisses you, roughly. He kisses your neck leaving dark red marks behind him. He gets your boobs, he grabs ones and licks around your puffy sensitive nipple. You gasp and grip onto his hair.

He swirls his tongue around your nipple, then he lightly sucks on it. He moves to the next one but this one he sucked on it so hard he made your pink puffy nipple turn purple. "Mm" you moan quietly.

He bites on it lightly, you whimper. He pushes you against the wall. Your wet nipples getting harder, touching the cold wall. He shoves your soaked panties in you mouth, stretching you with his big thick cock.

"Mhm" you moaned but what sounded muffled. he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled onto to. "You like this don't you? Being fucked like i hate your guts?" he grunts while thrusting into you harder and harder, not giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Tears spilling down your face from pain and pleasure.

He grips your hips, thrusting deeper. He been waiting to fuck you hard for ages, but you guys were to busy arguing to realize the sexual tension between you. But there have been some times where you guys new you had lust for each other. Holding in your moans and listening to him grunt made you come to your climax. The knot in your stomach had become tighter and you were close.

Ethan felt your walls tighten around his 12inch cock that was somehow all inside you. "Mm fuck" he moaned quietly while throwing his head back. You were so so close to cumming. "Hey can you hurry up Lee? i need to pee." tara says thinking it just you in there. "Uh-uhm yea give me a minute."

You and Ethan sighed and got dressed. "Don't worry next time, you can cum all over my cock." he says kissing your forehead and walking out quietly. you walked out and sat next to tara this time, smiling at Ethan before sitting.

[lewisvinga]

Neymar finds out that his teenage daughter is dating Ethan Mbappé and was mad that she didn't tell him.

caught ! | neymar x teen! fem! reader!

warnings; ?? protective neymar , like a curse word

note; had to add bruna 🫶 and my requests are closed!!!! i’m not taking any requests atm!!!! also not proof read so sorry if it’s bad😩😩

masterlist !

“Oi [hey] , where are you two going?” Neymar questions when he sees you and Bruna all dressed up. You had landed in Paris the day before after spending a few weeks in Brazil. The only thing on your mind was seeing your boyfriend, the boyfriend that your father had no idea of.

Bruna was the only one who knew. You were both close and became even closer after recent news. She also knew how protective Neymar was over you and decided that it wasn’t her place to tell him.

She was going with you to watch Ethan’s game which was when your father caught you both.

“Oh, just a girls trip, right, Bruna?” You say as you look up at her with an expression that screamed ‘play along’

“Oh, yeah!” Bruna exclaims, a smile appearing on her lips. “Just having a girls day. It’s been a while since we had one. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Neymar raises his eyebrow as he slowly nods in reply. “Well, have fun and send lots of pictures.” He says with a smile before kissing Bruna and kissing your forehead.

You both quickly said goodbye before making your way out of your home. You and Bruna share a look that screamed ‘we have to be careful’.

Thankfully, you and Bruna were already close and had lots of pictures together on your phone that you can send to your father. You both assumed you were safe while you cheered on for your boyfriend.

Ethan was phenomenal. He did an amazing assist and even more amazing goal. You couldn’t have felt more proud of your boyfriend. After the game, you took many photos with Ethan, Kylian, Bruna, and even his parents.

Bruna had taken an adorable picture of you two. You were standing on your tiptoes and hugging Ethan while placing a kiss on his cheek. She also took another picture of the two of you actually kissing.

You and Bruna kept gushing about the photo as you both made your way back home. You had taken her phone to send yourself the pictures when something goes incredibly wrong.

“Merda! [shit] ” You loudly exclaims after realizing what you had just done.

Bruna turns to you with wide eyes, “O que aconteceu? [what happened]” She asks, her words full of worry.

“I accidentally sent the photos to my dad.” You quietly say. You both share a look knowing what was waiting for you when you get home.

And you were right.

The moment you stepped into your home, you immediately saw the angry and disappointed look on your fathers face as he sat in the living room.

“Hey, papai! Our girls trip was amazing. Super tiring though, i’m just going to head to my room!” You nervously say but before you could take another step, he stops you.

“Y/n, come here. You know exactly why I want to talk to you.”

Bruna lets out a sigh as she pats Neymar’s arm, “Don’t be too hard on her. You were young too once.” She quietly tells him before leaving to her room, giving you two privacy.

“Come here, sit next to me.” He tells you.

You slowly nod and sit down on the coach beside him. “Papai, look, I truly care about Ethan. I don’t care if he’s Kylian’s brother, I-“

“Minha filha, I’m not mad that you’re dating Kylian’s brother. I don’t have anything against them.” Neymar quickly interrupts you. You immediately went from tense and nervous to confused.

You tilt your head to the side before replying, “You’re not? Then why do you seem mad?”

“I’m upset because you thought it’d be best to keep it hidden from me. I’m guessing Bruna knew before me.” He lets out a sigh, running his hands over his dark curls. “I thought you trusted me enough to tell me. If he makes you happy, then that makes me happy. I just wish you would’ve told me.”

You looked down at your hands which were resting on your lap. You couldn’t help but fidget with your rings. “I’m sorry, papai. I was just scared that you wouldn’t approve of him.”

Neymar gently places his hand under your chin, making you look at him. “If he makes my daughter happy, then I approve. Just as long as he doesn’t hurt my daughter.”

You immediately wrap your arms tightly around your father. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, papai.”

“Don’t worry, minha filha. Just next time, don’t be scared to tell me even if he hurts you. Because that I would like to know.”

“He won’t, papai.”

“Sure. But at least tell me how you met. Did he treat you well?”

[obsolescent]

Kinktober - Day 7

Pairing: Ethan Winters x GN!Reader

Prompt: Hand holding

Author’s Note: Due to my lag with these, I am posting two in one day, you’re welcome lol. Me and my friends are not normal about Ethan’s hands. This is dedicated to @roseglazedlens and @emilzke, my modly man enjoyers. This can take place in the Southern Charm AU if you’d like, hehe. First time writing smut for Ethan! I hope ya’ll enjoy!

Content Warnings: Ethan being a gentle lover, P in V sex, teasing and edging, creampie, unprotected sex.

Kinktober Masterlist

His hands grasp yours, almost melding into one. Bodies almost fused together with how close you are, beings inseparable. Ethan’s body presses yours into the sheets, his naked frame rocking against your own, the chorus of sounds leaving your mouths are combined with the symphony of the thunderstorm raging outside the open bedroom window. Ethan’s cock rubs against your entrance, teasing, bumping into your stiffening clit.

“Ethan, p-please,” you falter, eyes fluttering shut as the head of his dick almost slips through your clenching hole before continuing its tortuous rubbing. Your hips rock upwards towards him, begging, enticing him to enter. Lightning flashes through the sky, lighting the room momentarily. You’re able to see his brow eyes, glinting with lust and reverence.

“Just a bit more, sweetheart, and then I’ll give you what you want,” he says against your lips, his hands squeezing yours where they lay on either side of your head. He’s a patient lover, dragging things out to an aching degree, relishing in the drawn out moments and your desperation. Your whimpers and desperate pleas are melodious to his ears, he kisses down your jawline and towards your neck, lightly sucking.

His cock throbs in response to your shifting hips, smearing his precum with your own wetness, by now soaking the sheets. Even after so long now, Ethan’s own patience is wearing thin. He shifts, tip of his cock beginning to breach your eager cunt. Your movements stop, spreading your legs further to accompany him, breath hitching, anticipating.

One hand leaves yours, tossing your leg over his arm. He slowly slides in, savoring the feeling of your walls pulling him inside. He exhales, tormenting himself now it seems. “Oh GOD please just fuck me—“ He sheaths inside at your command, bumping into your cervix. You cry out, free hand snapping up to clench at his shoulder, head tossed back.

He tuts, “Always so impatient,” his movements stopped, fingers rubbing your side. Your hips begin moving again, trying to get anything but Ethan’s hand moves down to pin you in place. “F-fuck, Ethan,” you sob, “I need you so bad, please fuck me.” The desperate look on your face finally has him caving in, pulling out and thrusting back in at a slow pace.

Your moan mixed with a sigh as he finally gives you what you’ve been craving, albeit not as fast as you’re wanting, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper into you. He chuckles, “What do you say?” He asks, whispering in your ear. “Thank you thank you thank you,” you chant, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

The soft slapping of skin, the squelching of your pussy, now joining in the orchestra of sounds sounding throughout the room. Ethan’s hand grips yours tighter, never letting go as he begins to pick up speed, other hand keeping your body in place against the bed.

“Yeah, does that feel good, honey? Love the way you feel,” he murmurs against your skin, beginning to lose himself in your enveloping heat. You moan back in response, gripping him tighter. He leans back, shifting inside you while his hand starts rubbing against your aching clit.

Like the lightning outside, your body ascends in rapture, gushing around him. “Oh, so good for me, baby. Yeah, that’s it, cum for me,” his gentle words pouring over your like honey, so sweet, so Ethan. You chant his name over and over as he continues to rub your spasming clit, orgasm prolonged.

Eyes rolled back, your words incoherent, he doesn’t let up, nearing his own ecstasy. “F-fuck,” he whimpers out, pace stuttering as he cums, spilling into you. Leaning over you, his hand freed now returns to yours, riding out his high as he kisses you, hands held together tightly.

Orgasm dying down, he rolls over onto his back with you on top, still sheathed inside, not wanting to pull out just yet. Hand clasped in his, the other running down your back in soothing strokes, his gentle praises as he kisses any skin in his reach. Feeling warm with Ethan under (and inside) you, the rolling storm outside lulls you to sleep, slumbering peacefully in your lover’s arms.

Tags: @caramlizedtomatoes, @cheezbites, @dwkfan, @httpsuguru, @neondogs, @scar-crossedlvrs, @xxacademy

[coryosbaby]

thank you for being a leader in the chad meeks martin x ethan landry x reader agenda i literally love you for it

can i have a little imagine/blurb about ethan and the reader using chad for their pleasure? like service top chad is def a thing and because his babes are needy who is he to object <3

You’re welcome 🙈 Ily

You’ve both got Chad tied down on the bed :(( he’s gagged with your panties and you’re riding his cock while Ethan strokes himself over the boys face. His eyes are rolling back, hands moving against the restraints in an attempt to fuck you harder, or push you off; he’s not really sure. He’s already filled up Ethan with his first load, after all. The overstimulation is making him fucked out of his mind.

“Doing so good, daddy.” You praise softly, as his cock fills you. He bucks into you at a rapid pace, and the sight of your tits and Ethan’s cock above him has him in awe. He doesn’t know which one to look at :((

His eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed from the growing fire in his abdomen, but Ethan slaps his cheek and demands he look up at him.

“Let me see those eyes.” He demands, and Chad looks into Ethan’s brown ones. Ethan is grinning, a sadistic look on his face. He yanks your panties out of Chad’s gaping mouth and presses his tip to his lips. Chad tries to push out his tongue. He wants to taste his boy so bad, wants his cock shoved deep down his throat, wants to fuck the boy so hard he cries . And he wants your pussy, wants to rub your swollen little clit and pull on your hair and bend you into unnatural positions with his strong hands.

But this is about what you and Ethan want, not him. So when Ethan tuts, and let’s out a small,“no, daddy”, he tries to pull his tongue back into his mouth as much as he can. He can see Ethan’s balls drawing up. He’s about to cum, and his voice is deep and raspy as he whimpers. He spills deep white ropes all over Chad’s face, coating him in his seed.

Chad gasps, starting to moan and praise the doe eyed boy.

“That’s it. Yeah, good boy. Cum all over daddy’s face..”

The boy is so squirmy at Chad’s words, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Unlike Chad, overstimulation makes him even more excited, if possible. He can go multiple rounds in an hour if he wants to, because the boy is just that needy. Seeing Chad’s mouth full, he takes your panties and stuffs them back into his mouth. He’ll have no choice but to keep himself filled with Ethan’s cum. And then Ethan moves over to you, pressing into you from behind and beginning to rub your clit. You gasp, and your wet little cunt makes a loud gushing sound as you squirt all over Chad’s big cock. Chad mewls, head tilting back, and he orgasms for a second time. Ethan presses kisses to your neck, cock hard again and pressing up against your ass.

“Yeah, that’s good.” His breath is heavy and high pitched, all whiny and sweet, as he rubs your pussy with his whole hand. “Squirt all over daddy, baby. Y’look so pretty…”

And when you come down from your high and Chad’s cock slips out of your stretched hole, you whine as his spend leaks out of you. Chad closes his eyes, catching his breath. But it’s not long until your panties are being taken out of his mouth and he’s being used once again <3 you straddle his face and he cries out, tongue instantly beginning to lap at your folds and lick up his own cum out of you.

And when Ethan settles down onto his cock, it hurts, has his face blushing a deep cherry red and his thighs shaking. But why would he object? You’re both his babies, after all. He just can’t bring himself to say no.

[etfrin]

18+ — masterlist — bc: @cafekitsune — tag list

request: step-cest with dom!ethan maybe?

NSFW | dom! mean! step brother! Ethan x brat! fem! Reader

A/N: trying a new format for smaller works! And whoever requested this! I hope I did you justice :))

“Drop the attitude before I fuck it out of you,” Ethan sneered as he shut the door shut of the house. You raised an eyebrow, showing him the attitude with a smirk. “What attitude?” You sarcastically replied.

“This attitude,” he said, launching towards you and pushing you to the couch. He leaned in, his hand on your shoulder to keep you in place, both of your faces inches apart. “I don't see any attitude,” you whispered with a smirk, defiance in your eyes, “What I see is that you have a stick up your ass.”

That did it. That made him snap after a long day of tolerating your bullshit for no reason. It was time for a punishment. Surely you would learn if your step brother taught you how to behave like a proper girl.

That was how you ended up bent over the couch, your ass in the air, exposed for his view as you bit the armrest to keep your sound of pain and pleasure to a minimum. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction even when his thrusts got too rough, his weight on you suffocating. You refused to give him what he wanted. Your submission.

“You look so pretty when you take my cock,” he whispered to you, you could hear the cocky grin in his voice and a whimper escaped you when his hips hit yours. “Your pussy is sucking me in. Look how tight it is. How wet. It's begging for my cock to never leave.”

“Would you like that?” He asked, as his cock brushed against your cervix, making you gasp from the contact and tears spring to your eyes. But your sass didn't leave you yet so you moan, “Fuck off.”

He lets out a harsh laugh, his pace stuttering as his lips press to your back. “Fuck off, huh?” He mocks, “More like getting fucked by your stepbrother, sweetheart. You're a different breed of a whore.”

“And guess what..” he whispered to you, his mouth near your ear, his thrust now stopped as his cock stays inside your deepest part, “Gonna fuck you full of my come.”

He pulls you in closer, changing positions so you are on his lap now, his arms caging you. “Should I let you come?” He asks, his brown eyes filled with cruel amusement. Your hands were on his shoulders now for support as you take his cock. His cockhead was pressed right against your spongy spot. You couldn't think. You could only clench around his length and gush out juices.

He lets out a groan when he feels your walls tightened. “That's not gonna convince me, sis,” he said, his face flushed but his brown eyes determined to make you regret your past actions. “A sorry will work so much better.”

You glare at him in return before you begin to raise yourself so you can slam your hips down and ride him properly. He lets you continue the action once, or twice before he grips your hip and forces you to stay down.

“Stay still or I won’t let you come at all,” he threatens, “You'll take what I give.” You clenched your jaw, opening your mouth to retort something only for a moan to escape when he raised his hips to thrust into you.

He held you down as he continued to use you for his pleasure and your punishment. But you were so close to cumming anyway, it didn't matter. That was until he had stopped right when you were about to snap.

You opened your eyes and your lips let out a wounded whimper. He grins as he hears the sound. His fingers find your clit, to abuse the bud with his fingertips. Harsh movements that made you cry out from the sensitivity.

“Sorry!” You gasp out, “Sorry, Ethan!” His fingers flicked your clit making you flinch and your walls squeeze his dick, making him groan.

“See? That was so easy…” Ethan glances at the clock. Ethan grins, “There's perhaps ten minutes left before our parents arrive, make me cum before then or they'll see just how much of a whore you are.”

tags: @stelleduarte