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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 7 months

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ok im an absolute sucker for the “only one bed” trope, so….

could i please request a reader x ethan fic where there has already been a lot of mutual pining (maybe they were childhood best friends that have had feelings for the longest time ✋😩) and the final straw to all that sexual tension is possibly there being an argument or some angst and then having to share that room, being in such close proximity. Ends in smut please (been loving the switch!ethan btw)!

please and thank you 😩🙏

Jesus, this is a long one and I'm SO SORRY if that isn't what you wanted. I've literally tried to rewrite this 3 times but I had to build up the little angsty moments and all that stuff.

The Best Thing - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You and your friends go to a cabin for a week-long summer vacation. When plans change and you overhear that Ethan's upset about sharing a bed with you, it causes some issues in your friendship.

Contains: fluff, mutual-pining, angst, oral - both m and f receiving, p in v, unprotected-ish sex(reader's on birth control and pull out game is strong), kinda-rough sex, dom-ish Ethan. idk where the fuck I was going with this🥴

A/N: I'd like to apologize to those of you that like to read my stuff but don't like them to be super long. This is 7.6k words, so my bad🙃

For summer break, you and your friends decided to take a trip to the mountains, wanting fresh air and a calm environment in comparison to the current busy city you were in. After weeks of looking into cabins, you went with a cute 3-bedroom with a hot tub on the balcony that had a perfect view of the mountain line.

You were surprised that Sam was okay with Tara going without her, but the anxiety was apparent on the older sister’s face as she walked out of her bedroom in her pajamas carrying a taser in one hand and pepper spray in the other.

“I don’t like that you’re going without me, but I’ll feel a little better if you take these,” Sam said, dropping them into Tara’s purse.

“We’re just six teenagers going to the mountains to relax. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Tara asked, as Mindy and Anika walked in.

“Have you ever watched a horror movie?” Mindy questioned, making Sam roll her eyes at the comment before looking back to Tara.

“You aren’t helping, Mindy,” Tara said, before directing her attention to Sam. “We’ll be safe, I promise.”

“You won’t have cell service up there…Fuck, please just find a way to call me every now and then so I know you’re okay,” Sam said, the stress obvious in her voice. “Please remind her,” she said to you, as she started to head back to her room.

“I will,” you promised, as Sam looked back to you and nodded.

After Sam closed her bedroom door, Tara started to whisper-yell at Mindy.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Mindy sighed, “The guys are outside by the way.” You soon heard the front door open, and listened to Ethan’s groggy voice as he complained about having to get up at six in the morning. “Well, they were outside.”

“Are you guys coming? We need to stop for coffee, or energy drinks. I don’t care, I just need caffeine,” Chad said, before glancing at you and Tara’s bags on the ground. “You know we’re only going for a week, right?”

“Hey, it’s not that much stuff,” she smiled, walking over to kiss him. “We were hoping you two wouldn’t mind helping us carry our bags down.”

“Anything for you, babe,” Chad said, as Mindy made a fake-gag noise.

“Don’t act like you and Anika aren’t going to be acting all sweet and shit with each other,” you laughed, looking towards Ethan, “We are the fifth and sixth wheels on this trip.”

“As long as have you so I won’t be bored, that’s all that matters,” Ethan said, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. “I’ll grab your stuff.”

“Thanks,” you said, as he lifted your bag and walked towards the door.

You grabbed your pillow and blanket off the couch before you followed him, desperate to squeeze in a few more hours of sleep on the drive. Fortunately, Chad’s SUV had third-row seating, so you didn’t have to take two separate cars. You decided the back row was the perfect place for you as Ethan loaded your stuff. He crawled in the back with you, waiting for the rest of your friends to come down.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked, as you laid your pillow against the back window and snuggled up.

“Mhm,” you responded, as he started to laugh.

“Chad made this obnoxious road trip playlist. You’re not going to be getting any sleep.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, “I guess I can nap when we get there.”

“Yeah, like you won’t be wired after the coffee,” Ethan said, his knowing smile making you roll your eyes.

You’d been friends with Ethan since you were toddlers. He knew you better than anyone else, and it could get a little annoying at times. He always seemed to know what your exact reaction would be to everything. He knew all your secrets, and you knew all of his. Well, almost all of them. He’d had feelings for you for years, but the possibility of rejection and damage to the friendship has helped him keep that secret tucked away.

“Hey,” Anika smiled as she crawled in the second row as you and Ethan gave a small wave. Mindy slid in beside her, as Chad struggled to load Tara’s stuff in the back with everyone else’s.

“Seriously, babe. Why do you need all of this?” he huffed, adjusting the bags that were already put away like some complicated game of Tetris.

“You never know when you might need extra clothes,” Tara laughed, leaving him to figure it out.

“Ethan, can I put one of these bags back there with you guys?” Chad asked, after a few minutes of him trying to make everything fit.

“Yeah,” he responded, before looking over to you. “It looks like we’ll be really close on this five-hour drive.”

“I could just sit on your lap,” you suggested, as his eyes went wide. “I’m kidding, Ethan.”

He almost wished you weren’t kidding, wanting to be as close to you as he possibly could. Your random little sweet touches here and there had him constantly craving more, constantly craving you.

Chad passed Mindy the extra suitcase, then she struggled to pass it back to Ethan. He took it from her, the space it was taking up making him scoot even closer to you.

“Sorry,” he said, “I can always move up to Mindy and Anika’s row if you need the space.”

“Then who’s going to show me memes on the way there?” you asked, as he slid his phone out of his pocket.

“I saved so many good ones to show you.”

Once you hit the road, Chad wanted to stop by Starbucks. He planned to go through the drive thru, but after Tara mentioned how complicated and potentially messy it would be to pass coffee back to everyone in his spotless car, he decided to park so everyone could go in.

After you ordered and were about to pay for your stuff, Ethan pulled his card out.

“I got it,” he said, putting his card into the reader.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you smiled, “You don’t want anything?”

“I don’t need to. I’ll just steal sips of whatever the iced or frozen thing you ordered,” he said, as the barista handed you a cake pop. “You’re eating that for breakfast?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, like it was the most obvious answer.

“I think I’m hungry, too. Maybe I should order something,” he said, glancing at the menu.

You held your cake pop closer to him as he smiled and took a bite. You giggled at the crumbs on his bottom lip as he chewed, reaching up to wipe them off with your thumb. The sweet action made his eyes flutter, but he tried to play it off.

“This is so good,” he said, “I’m sorry for judging your breakfast choice.”

“Just make out already,” Mindy said, smirking at the two of you.

“What, I can’t share with my best friend?” you asked, grabbing your drink off the counter as your name was called.

“Best friend my ass,” she said, as she noticed Ethan’s cheeks start to turn pink. “You just wiped his mouth for him. That isn’t really a friend thing.”

“It is for us,” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

Ethan was getting uncomfortable under Mindy’s knowing gaze. It was almost like she had the ability in that moment to read his mind and know how he actually felt. He quickly tried to change the subject.

“So, what are we going to do while we’re up there?” he asked, you and Mindy both responding “Relax” at the same time.

“Is that it? You guys don’t want to explore or anything?”

You started to shake your head, “Between the bears, snakes, and whatever the fuck else is out there…I don’t think so.”

“I’d protect you,” he smiled, playfully wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You know I’ve been going to the gym with Chad, I think I could take on a bear.”

“For someone that’s so smart, your common sense isn’t really there, is it?” Mindy asked, making you laugh.

“You guys are mean. I’m going to the car,” Ethan said, snatching your drink out of your hand before walking away.

“Hey!” you said, chasing after him.

The rest of the friend group walked up to Mindy, watching you try to take your coffee back from Ethan as you walked out.

“I think this vacation is about to be interesting,” Anika said, as Tara started to smile.

“I hope so. You remember the Halloween party where she drank a little too much? She told me she’s had the biggest crush on him for years,” she said, as Chad started to freak out.

“What?! Why didn’t you ever tell me she said that? He thinks he’s in the friend zone.”

“He’s definitely not. They’re practically already together,” Tara shook her head as she laughed, grabbing her drink off the counter. “Don’t say anything, though. Let them figure it out.”

Chad nodded, as the rest of the drinks were called out, “Let’s hit the road.”

After a couple hours of driving, you started to tune out the music, and felt like you could take a short nap. The coffee wasn’t helping as much as you expected it to, probably because Ethan drank half of it. You struggled to get comfortable against the window, until Ethan finally spoke up.

“You could always lay on me, if you want to,” he suggested, as you sleepily turned your body and snuggled up against him. Your head rested against his chest as he slouched in the seat, trying to make you more comfortable. He had a sweet smile on his lips as he looked down at you, studying your peaceful face as you slept.

His smile dropped when he noticed Mindy and Anika had turned around, looking at him questioningly. He held his finger up to his mouth, not wanting them to say anything to wake you up.

It didn’t matter though, because when Chad started to play ‘Life Is a Highway’ for the third time in the drive, you stirred awake and pulled away from Ethan.

“Chad, I swear if you don’t change that song, I’ll throw your phone out the window,” you said, as he started to laugh.

“Someone’s grumpy,” he said, changing the song. “Hey guys, were stopping at the next exit.”

He soon pulled into the gas station, and everyone started to pile out of the car. Before you could walk into the store, a number Tara didn’t recognize popped up on the screen.

“Hello?” she asked, before she started to smile. “Oh, hey. Yeah, we’ll be there soon…wait, what happened?”

You exchanged glances with everyone, unsure of what was going on.

“Does that one still have a good view? And all the things the other cabin had?”

Chad started to shake his head, realizing that the vacation wasn’t going to go as expected. When Tara hung up, all eyes were on her as they waited for her to say what was going on.

“Okay, uh, the cabin we were supposed to stay in got trashed by last night’s guests. The only cabin they had left has three rooms, but they all have one bed.”

Ethan’s heart started to thump in his chest as he listened to her speak. As much as he wanted to share a bed with you, and wanted to be close to you, it was hard for him to hold back, especially when you liked to sleep in the shortest pajama shorts that the bottom of your ass would hang out of. Sometimes he felt like you knew you had the effect on him, the teasing seeming almost intentional at times.

“You okay?” you asked, as he still stood there, deep in thought as the rest of your friends had started to walk away.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he smiled, “Let’s get some snacks.”

Ethan walked towards Chad once you made it inside, and you noticed that he was stressed. You tried to listen but couldn’t really hear anything at first. Then Ethan started to speak a little louder, “I can’t sleep with her. We have to figure something else out. It’d be torture to share a bed with her.” Chad suggested that one of you sleep on the couch, and at that point, you were starting to feel a little hurt. The thoughts of ‘Do I make him uncomfortable?’ and ‘Why can’t he just talk to me about it instead of Chad?’ floating around your head.

You went to Tara, Mindy, and Anika as they grabbed their snacks for the rest of the drive.

“Do you guys mind if I sit with you the rest of the way there?” you asked Mindy, as a confused expression appeared on all of their faces. “I think I’m annoying Ethan.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Anika said, “But I highly doubt you are.”

“Then why was he just talking to Chad about not wanting to sleep in the same bed with me?”

Tara glanced over to the two boys as Mindy shrugged, “That’s a little weird…but once we get there, you should ask him about it.”

You nodded, before heading to the counter to pay for your stuff. You weren’t sure what Ethan’s problem was. He was okay with you snuggling up to him in the car, but the idea of him sharing a king-sized bed with you was something he didn’t want to do.

When you made it back to the car, Ethan got in first. He was confused when you sat in the second row with Mindy and Anika.

“You’re just going to leave me back here by myself?” he joked, but he was a little sad about it.

“Yeah, girl talk.”

He nodded at your short response, relaxing back into the seat and putting his seatbelt on. Chad gave him a look in the rearview mirror once he noticed the new seating arrangement. Ethan just shrugged, not knowing what was going on.

Chad leaned over to Tara and started to whisper, “What’s their deal?”

“She heard Ethan say he didn’t want to share a bed with her,” she whispered back, as Chad pulled away and sighed.

“You sure we can’t just…I don’t know, interfere a little?” he asked, as Tara shook her head.

“They need to figure it out on their own,” she said, glancing back to you.

“Okay, no more stops. We’ll be there in a little over two hours,” Chad announced, as he pulled back out onto the road.

You could feel Ethan’s eyes on the back of your head as you talked with Mindy and Anika. You felt bad for being a little cold to him, but your feelings were hurt. It’s not something he expected you to hear, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he felt all the time whenever you’d be too close. But if that was the case, why would he suggest that you could sleep on him earlier?

Once you made it to the cabin and everyone started to get out, you looked around as you stretched. You saw another cabin off in the distance but couldn’t see a whole lot from where you were standing other than the trees. When you walked inside, your jaw dropped at the panoramic view out of the huge windows that lined the side of the cabin.

“This is gorgeous!” you said, walking over to the door that led to the deck. It was huge, stretching along the side of the house. There was a table, some rocking chairs, and a hot tub on the end of it.

“Too bad we have to hunt for our own food,” Chad said, as you looked over at him, “Just kidding. There’s a small grocery store not far from here. After we get all the stuff unloaded, we’re going to get what we need.”

Tara soon walked in, standing beside Chad as he put his arm around her.

“Are you mad at Ethan?” she asked, as you shook your head, not wanting to go into detail in front of Chad. “He seemed a little upset.”

“I guess I better go talk to him,” you groaned. You searched the house, seeing Mindy and Anika, but no Ethan. You finally looked outside to see him leaning against the car. He was deep in thought as you walked up to him.

“You should see the view. It’s beautiful,” you said, pulling him out of his thoughts as he looked at you.

“It’s kind of hard to even care about that when my best friend is mad at me,” he said, looking back down to the ground.

“I’m not mad,” you said, the cheeriness of your voice sounding fake.

“So, you’re mad and you’re lying to me. Cool,” he mumbled, pushing himself off the car and heading towards the back of it.

You followed after him, “I just thought we were getting a little too cozy.”

He scoffed at your words, “You’ve never cared about that before.”

“Okay, I’m going back inside. You can’t be mad at me for giving you the space you seem to want.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he questioned, but you ignored him as you walked back into the cabin.

Chad soon joined him outside to help him carry in the stuff. He noticed Ethan’s mood, and started to feel bad that he knew you had your feelings, and if he’d just say something, the whole issue would be fixed.

“You okay, dude?” Chad asked, as Ethan started to walk towards the door with some of the luggage.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

As the day progressed, you brought up sleeping on the couch before Ethan could say anything. He argued that he should, but you eventually won the argument. The tension seemed to resolve a little. Your feelings were still hurt, but he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to spend the vacation mad at him.

When Chad talked about going to the store to get food again, you decided to stay at the cabin. The sun was starting to set, and the slight chill from the higher altitude made you really want to get in the hot tub. Ethan stayed with you, not feeling comfortable leaving you there by yourself. He sat in one of the rocking chairs as you walked out in your swimsuit with a towel in hand.

“You going to make me get in by myself?” you asked, smiling at him. He was trying so hard to not stare at your body, so he maintained eye contact.

“Fine, give me a minute,” he sighed, walking inside to change.

You eased into the hot water, sitting where you had the perfect view of the sunset over the mountain line. Ethan soon walked out and hung his towel over the side of the deck before climbing in to sit beside you.

“This is so beautiful,” you said, taking in the pink and orange hue in the sky. It was making your skin glow when Ethan looked at you.

“Yeah, beautiful,” he said, as you looked over to him and smiled. You sat in silence for a few minutes, before he spoke up, “What was with you earlier?”

You sighed, not wanting to say that you heard him talking to Chad, “I just, I don’t know. Maybe we’re getting a little too close.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“I don’t feel like talking about it right now,” you said, before Ethan started to scoot away. “What?” you asked, looking over to him.

“If you think we’re getting too close, I’m giving you your space,” he said, before getting out.

“You’re going to get mad at me if I don’t feel like telling you what’s wrong?” you questioned, as he started to get mad.

“You tell me everything. Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong right now so we can move past it?”

“Because you don’t like to be open about what’s bothering you,” you snapped, climbing out as well. You slipped a little, almost falling on the deck before Ethan caught you. “Thanks, I got it.” You pulled away from him and walked inside to change into dry clothes.

Ethan didn’t know what you meant, because other than his feelings towards you, he was completely open. He knew you hadn’t figured that out, so he decided to pull Tara outside to the deck after your friends got back from the store.

“What’s up with her?” he nervously asked, “What did I do?”

“I’m not getting in the middle of this, so all I’m going to say is that you both just need to open your eyes,” she said, as he looked at her, still just as confused as he was before the conversation even started. “She’s your best friend. You know her better than anyone. You can figure this out.”

“It’d be so much easier if you just told me, though,” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “She thinks we’re too close. What’s that about?”

“Fuck, I’m not telling you anything else other than this, but she overheard you and Chad talking earlier about you not wanting to sleep in the same bed with her. She didn’t say what else was said, but her feelings were hurt. Now, go fix it,” she said, walking away from him.

He started to think back to the things he said, but there was no way he could just come out and apologize for making you feel bad without explaining why he said what he said. He was worried about ruining the friendship, but with the current state of it, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to finally just tell you. You’ve never been in an argument, and you’ve never even gotten mad at each other, so it was all just so confusing for him as he tried to decide on the right thing to do.

When he walked back inside, he started to look for you. He asked Chad where you were before he pointed to you, asleep on the couch.

“I need advice, because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing right now,” Ethan whispered to Chad, “She overheard our conversation earlier.”

Chad started to nod, as Ethan’s eyes went wide.

“You knew she heard it? Fuck, dude,” he sighed, “How do I tell her that the problem with us sharing a bed isn’t because I don’t want to be around her, but it’s because I won’t be able to keep my hands off her?”

“Wow, uh, I didn’t know things were that hard for you,” Chad laughed, as Ethan rolled his eyes.

“I just…I’m so fucking attracted to her, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable,” he said, looking over to you to make sure you were still asleep. “I want to be affectionate with her, it’s hard enough when we aren’t trying to sleep in the same bed.”

“Maybe she wants the same thing,” Chad suggested, as Ethan shook his head.

“There’s no way. She would’ve shown me hints by now.”

“Just open your eyes,” Chad said, making Ethan a little irritated.

“That’s what Tara said. What does that even mean?” Ethan asked, as Chad shrugged.

“You’ll figure it out, I’m going to bed.”

Ethan decided to head to bed, hoping a good night’s sleep would help him come up with the answers he needed, but he couldn’t get comfortable. He just kept tossing and turning and couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You started to stir awake, noticing a sound coming from outside the front door. Once you heard the doorknob move the slightest bit, you jumped up and ran to Ethan’s room.

“Hey, something’s outside,” you said, as he slowly sat up and laughed a little.

“We are out in the middle of nowhere right now. I’m sure there is something outside.”

“The doorknob wiggled, Ethan. I can’t sleep out there by myself like that…unless you want to check it out for me,” you sighed, as he stood up.

From the moonlight that was flowing through the window, you noticed that he was shirtless, and that his workouts with Chad seemed to really be paying off. Not that it mattered, because you’d think he was attractive regardless. Then you noticed how low his sweatpants were hanging on his hips, and felt your mouth start to water.

Ethan took in your appearance, the shorts he fully expected you to wear snugly hugging your hips and your hard nipples from the cold air in the cabin showing through the thin material of your shirt. He wanted to just tell you to sleep in the bed with him, but he couldn’t. He’d gotten so used to all the little affectionate things you’d regularly do, things he chalked up to the friendship being so close, but it was still so hard for him to push his thoughts about you to the side.

“You don’t have to go out with me,” he said, walking towards the cabin door with you closely behind him.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” you said, making him laugh.

“Then why did you ask me to see what was out here?”

He slowly opened the door, the both of you jumping when a large raccoon scurried away.

“You’re worried about that cute little guy breaking in and snuggling with you on the couch?” he asked, as you rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding. Let’s make sure there’s nothing else out here.”

He pulled out his phone, turning the flashlight on and looking around to make sure there wasn’t anything else you needed to be concerned about. You noticed something along the tree line, it’s glowing eyes lit up by the light.

“What is that?” you asked, as it started to step a little closer.

“I think we should go inside,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the door.

That’s when the animal started to run, the fear coursing through your veins making you cling to Ethan.

“It’s a fucking deer,” he laughed, trying to catch his breath. You were still attached to him when he tried to pull away from you. “You’re safe, let’s go back inside.”

Once you made it back to your spot on the couch, he stood in the middle of the living room, starting to feel a little bad that he had that huge bed to himself. He noticed that you still seemed a little nervous from what’d just happened, and he let out a big sigh before he started to speak.

“Do you want to sleep in the room with me?”

“Not if it’s going to be ‘torture’ for you,” you said, as he started to get irritated.

“You don’t get it,” he said, walking back towards the room. You were really starting to get sick of all the conversations you’d had within the last day ending in one of you walking away, so you followed him.

“What don’t I get?” you asked, as he sat down on the side of the bed and looked at the floor. You walked around to stand in front of him, waiting for him to answer you. “I don’t want this entire week to be this way. Just fucking talk to me!”

He sighed, before looking up to you, “What you heard earlier isn’t as bad as you think it is…the torture thing you were talking about, just look at what you’re fucking wearing.”

You looked down at your choice of sleepwear and started to feel a little self-conscious. You tried to pull your shorts down a little, noticing how much they’d ridden up in your sleep. He watched you as you tried to cover your body.

“Hey,” he said softly, as your eyes connected with his, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way…Just…get in the bed, okay?”

“Tell me how you mean it then, Ethan. I can’t read your mind,” you said, walking back around to the other side of the bed.

“I will in the morning. I just need you to stay on your side of the bed,” he sighed, looking over to you.

“Fine,” you said, pulling the blanket over you as you settled into the bed. He lay on his side, his back towards you.

After a few minutes, he rolled over to face you. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he needed to know if you felt the same about him. “You know you mean a lot to me, right?”

“You mean a lot to me, too,” you smiled, as he moved closer towards you. “So I have to stay on my side, but you don’t?”

Your breathing started to get heavy when you noticed how close he was getting, his eyes looking into yours. He didn’t say anything as he leaned in, his lips gently kissing yours. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t kiss him back. You wanted to, but he pulled away before you had the chance for your brain to process everything.

He scooted back to his side, laying on his back as he started to think about how he’d just ruined the friendship.

“Ethan?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry,” he sighed, as you started to smirk. You knew that this was your opportunity to finally tell him how you felt now that he’d opened the door for it to happen.

“Ethan, are you interested in me?” you asked, as he nodded.

“It doesn’t have to be weird now, does it? You didn’t kiss me back, and that’s fine. It sucks, but I’ll get over it,” he said, as you sat up and inched closer to him.

“What if I don’t want you to get over it?” you asked, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was so needy, both of you craving each other as you moved to straddle him. His hands held your hips as yours went to his hair. After a few minutes, you pulled away, the both of you panting as his hands rubbed your hips. The way he was looking at you made you wet, as your hips started to grind against him.

“Shit,” he quietly groaned, not wanting your friends to hear him.

“You okay?” you asked, looking down at him. He nodded, desperate for you to make another move. You reached down to grab the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, his eyes going wide as he stared at your chest. His hands reached up to massage your breasts, the feeling making your eyes flutter, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You kept grinding against him as whimpers started to slip past your lips from the friction against your clit and the feeling of his fingers pinching at your nipples.

“You have to be quiet,” he whispered, moving his hands back to your hips to make you move faster.

“Wait,” you mumbled, your hips coming to a stop. You started to move off him, noticing the wet spot on his sweatpants from where your wetness had soaked through your panties and the thin shorts. “Can I suck your cock?”

He felt like he could cum from those words alone as he nodded his head. “I need you to tell me, baby. Use your words,” you teased, rubbing your hand over his hard cock.

“Please,” he whimpered, the sound making you cock your eyebrow as you smiled at him. He adjusted his hips so it was easier your you to slide his sweatpants and boxers down, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d tried to imagine what your mouth would feel like before, but as soon as he actually felt it, it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. Your tongue licked up the underside of his cock and swirled around the tip. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, before you took him in your mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

You’d barely done anything to him yet, and he was already being so vocal. Your core was throbbing as you took him as far as you could, the gagging feeling making him gasp. His hand went to the back of your head, gently encouraging you to keep going.

You knew he was getting close when the light grip he had on your hair got tighter, his actions making you moan around him as you started to move faster. His bottom lip was in between his teeth as he watched you, trying so hard not to be loud. It only took your throat tightening around him a few more times before he finally let his whimpers out again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, his eyes fluttering and his jaw falling open as he started to release in your mouth. You got him through it, before sitting up and smiling at him. “There’s no way that just happened,” he sighed in disbelief as he caught his breath. “That was amazing.”

“Well, it definitely did happen. I can still taste your cum.”

He groaned at your words before he flipped you over and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped out, his tongue swirling against you as he sucked. He moved to the other side, looking up at you as his teeth grazed against your nipple. Your hand reached down to rub yourself over your shorts, the throbbing in your core starting to hurt.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he said, kissing down your tummy. He stopped at the top of your pajama shorts and looked up at you before sliding them down. “This is okay?”

“Mhm,” you got out, as your fingers started to run through his hair. He leaned his head into it, loving the feeling of your nails against his scalp.

His fingers went under the waistband of your shorts as he started to pull them down. With how tight they were, he was struggling to get them over your ass. You started to giggle, lifting your hips a little so he could get them off of you easier. He leaned back a little to pull them down your legs before he leaned back down to where you needed him.

“Can you put your hands back in my hair?”

You nodded, your fingers tangling in his curls as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Shit,” you gasped, as he really started to get into it. He kept alternating between swirling his tongue against your clit and dipping it inside of you. You started to whimper a little louder than he wanted you to, so he pulled away. The lack of contact made you whine as a hushed laugh slipped past his lips and he shook his head.

“I want to make you feel good, but you need to be quiet, baby,” he said, his eyes looking into yours. You nodded, knowing how hard it was going to be for you.

His head went back to his place in between your thighs, placing gentle licks to your clit as he started to push one of his fingers into you. You tried to muffle your moans with your bottom lip, but once he added a second finger and started to move it against that spongy spot inside of you, you had to cover your mouth with your hand.

His eyes looked up into yours as you started to tug harder on his hair. He was proud of himself, so happy that he was the one that was making you feel so good that you were struggling to keep your sounds in.

“Keep moving your fingers just like that,” you whined, before covering your mouth again.

He inched you closer and closer to your orgasm, your toes curling against the sheets as the grip on his hair made him groan against you. The feeling of your pussy starting to flutter around his fingers made him groan even louder as he thought about how amazing it would feel around his cock. Your body started to shake as he used his free arm to pin your hips down so he could work you through it. Once your pussy stopped clenching, your grip on his hair relaxed, a goofy smile on your lips as he looked back up at you.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, as you started to make grabby hands at him.

He hovered over you and looked into your eyes as your arms wrapped around him. You felt his hard cock press against you as you started to wiggle your hips a little underneath him.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Just pull out,” you said with a smirk, his eyes going wide at the suggestion. “I’m on birth control, it’s fine.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, as he reached in between the two of you to line up with your entrance.

He slowly slid inside of you and stilled to give you time to adjust to his size. He started to kiss you as you grew impatient.

“Please,” you mumbled against his lips as he smiled.

“Please what?” he questioned, not moving until he heard what you wanted.

“Please fuck me,” you said, your words dripping with lust as you pleaded.

He started to move as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He watched the faces you were making with each thrust, not wanting to miss a single one.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips moving a little faster.

He started to drill into your g-spot as your fingernails drug across his back. You were trying to be quiet, but it was getting harder with each deep thrust.

“Quiet, baby,” he warned, his hips slowing a little. “You’re going to wake everybody up.”

“Make me be quiet,” you said sweetly, an almost animalistic look appearing in Ethan’s eyes at your words.

He leaned in to kiss you as he sped back up, his mouth catching all your moans. You reached in between his body and yours to rub quick circles on your clit. When your moans turned into high-pitch whimpers, he pulled his mouth away from yours and replaced it with his hand as he mercilessly pounded into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the faint tapping of the headboard against the wall filling the room.

“That’s it, baby. You can take it,” he whispered, as your eyebrows started to furrow, and your pussy started to clench. “You’re doing such a good job for me.”

He was sure he was going to have scratches all over his back as your nails just kept digging, but he didn’t let up.

“You gonna cum?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. “Cum for me, baby.”

That’s all it took for you to start shaking underneath him. The way your pussy spasmed around him felt so good that his own orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over your stomach.

He sat on his knees as he caught his breath. Your sleepy smile made him smirk as he started to get up.

“Do you want to take a shower with me? At least to get this off you?”

You nodded, as he slid off the side of the bed. He tried to help you up, your legs wobbling as soon as your feet touched the floor.

“You okay?” he asked with a small laugh as you walked in front of him.

“Yeah, that was…wow,” you said, your brain still clouded with the post-orgasm haze.

“Shh, we need to be quick. I don’t want anyone to see us naked,” he whispered, leading you down the dark hall to the bathroom.

You grabbed some of the complimentary body wash off the counter as Ethan cut the shower on. He stepped inside as you followed, the water flow washing his cum off you. You stayed silent for the most part, other than the occasional small laughs slipping out as you’d thought about what you’d just done with your best friend.

Once you stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, Ethan’s hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed your wet shoulder.

“If I would’ve known that was going to happen, I would’ve kissed you sooner,” he said, pulling away to dry himself off. When he turned around, you noticed the bright red marks that ran front his shoulder blades to the middle of his back.

“Uhm, it looks like you’re going to be wearing a shirt for the rest of this trip,” you said, as he turned around to look at it in the mirror.

“Damn, I look like I was mauled,” he laughed, as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“Let’s go to bed,” you mumbled, as the two of you walked out on your towels.

When you made it back to the room, you started to grab clothes to put on when Ethan stopped you.

“Can we just sleep naked?” he asked, smiling as you nodded.

You crawled back into the bed scooting to the middle as he laid down beside you. Your head went to his chest as his fingers traced patterns on your back, the soothing motion soon putting you to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, Ethan was starting to stir awake, too, hearing the voices of your friends as they talked in the kitchen.

“I guess we should get up,” you said, as you started to pull away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

“How do you feel about lazy morning sex?” he asked, as you smirked at him.

“Last night wasn’t enough for you?” you questioned. He shook his head in response.

You glanced down and noticed that the blanket was halfway down his thighs, his hard cock on display.

“Can you be quiet though?” he asked, as you shrugged.

“Probably not, but let’s try it,” you said, “How do you want to do this?”

“Roll over onto your side.”

You did as he said, his hands immediately starting to roam from your thigh, up your side and to your breast.

“Do you need me to eat you out first?” he asked, sitting up a little to look at you. “Because I really don’t mind doing that again.”

You giggled at his eagerness before shaking your head. “I’m already wet, and we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Fine,” he sighed, adjusting your hips to slide into you.

His thrusts were slow as his hand held onto your hip. Sweet kisses were placed along your shoulder as you started to move your hips back to meet his.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, “and your skin is just so soft, and your just so beautiful.”

You smiled as he kept saying sweet things to you, his thrusts starting to speed up.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered out, as the tip of his cock kept hitting that special spot inside you. “That feels so good.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, as his hips moved faster. You were struggling to meet his thrusts, the tiredness from only a few hours of sleep catching up to you. “It’s okay, babe. I’ll do all the work.”

He kept hitting that spot as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I don’t think I can be quiet,” you said, the nervousness evident in your voice. You were tensing up, not wanting to cum because you didn’t know what would come out of your mouth.

“You’re almost there, baby. Just relax,” he cooed, as his hand went from your thigh to cover your mouth again.

You were whimpering into his hand as the euphoric feeling started to wash over you, your pussy tightening around him as he tried to fuck you through it. It got harder for him the tighter you squeezed.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he said, pulling out and painting your lower back with his release.

In that moment, you heard a light knock on the door.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, pulling the blanket back up to cover the both of you.

You both closed your eyes as the door eased open, trying to make it seem like you were still asleep. Chad peaked in, before quickly backing away and closing the door.

You started to giggle as Ethan pulled away, “I need to get this off of you before it gets all over me and the bed.”

He grabbed a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and cleaned your back for you. You rolled over as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m starving,” you said, as he pulled away.

He nodded as you slid off the bed, watching you as you walked to the other side of the room to grab your clothes. He hated to watch you put them back on, wishing the two of you could just stay naked in bed together all day.

“I guess this friendship isn’t so innocent anymore,” he said, sliding his shirt on over his head.

“Friendship? After last night and this morning this is still just a friendship?” you questioned, as he walked over to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You’re right, it’s way more than that,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

“You better not say we’re just fuck buddies, either. I’ll drown you in the hot tub,” you said with a smirk, as you got ready to walk out to join your friends.

“You’re way more than that, babe.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #scream

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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Bucky angst fic idea!

Bucky always flirting with Sarah to make Y/n jealous, but what he doesn't realise is all these are just making her more insecure and hurting her (blame my past relationships for that).

And it's quite apparent that she's hurt. By the time he realises, Y/n is deep into the spiral. But obviously, a happy and fluffy ending (maybe smut), cause otherwise I will die from broken heart 😩😩

I hope you enjoy this! and I'm sorry you've had bad experiences with relationships. It's their loss.

summary - bucky flirts with sarah to make you jealous, forgetting that you aren't as secure as you come off.

warning - angst, fluff.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

‘Did I do something wrong?’ You think as you watch Bucky laugh at something Sarah said. ‘Maybe I’m not pretty enough for him anymore?’ His eyes flicker over to you, shooting you a smirk before he looks back at her, touching her arm softly with his metal one. ‘What could he be saying for her to laugh like that?’ You don’t know why you're doing this to yourself, but you continue to watch. Every laugh, every touch, every word sends pain through your chest.

You don’t notice Sam looking over at you, and you don’t see how he shoots daggers at Bucky and his sister. The only time you are brought out of your haze is when you hear shouting, blinking away the tears in your eyes. Your gaze focuses on Sam pushing and punching Bucky, screaming at him. You watch as he turns and begins shouting at his sister.

You get up and decide to leave because watching Bucky fight back and defend another woman and his actions feels more painful than watching them flirt. After walking for a while, you come across a secluded area with a beautiful ocean view, feeling so lost in your head that you don’t get to enjoy the sounds of nature around you. Your mind was too busy racing with thoughts of not being good enough for anyone anymore that maybe you should’ve never fallen for the blue-eyed soldier's smile or sweet words.

Because you left, you don’t notice Bucky’s gaze focusing on the empty spot or that he no longer hears Sam screaming in his ear. You don’t see the utter panic appearing on Bucky’s face or that he begins to spin, frantically searching for you. You are so lost in your head that you don’t hear him screaming your name, you don’t hear him finding you, you don’t hear the utter relief in his voice when he whispers your name.

Because why would you? This man you thought was supposed to love you and only you, who wasn’t supposed to hurt you, did. Knowing how insecure you are, pulling you deeper into your mind that, of course, you wouldn’t notice him looking for you or finding you. Because you didn’t think Bucky cared enough to come looking for you, you thought that he’d be too lost in Sarah’s eyes to notice you missing.

“Baby?” Bucky walks forward, “Doll?” His brows furrow as he doesn’t receive a response, walking so that he’s in front of you. His heart jumps in his throat when he sees how far he’s pushed you. Bucky quickly crouches down, taking your tear-soaked cheeks in his hands. “Babydoll, I’m so sorry! Fuck, I’m such an idiot. Baby, baby!” He strokes your cheeks with his thumb, desperately trying to bring you out of this. His arms wrap around your body, picking you up and carrying you to the house, dismissing Sam and Sarah when they try to step forward.

He carries you to the guest room, cradling your face into his neck as he whispers sweet nothings against your hair. Bucky lies down, bringing you with him, holding you tightly against his body. “I’m so so sorry, babydoll. You are the only one I have eyes for, believe me! You are the reason I wake up in the morning, the only thing I look forward to.” His blue eyes flicker down to your face, noticing that yours are focused on his face, finally brought out of your state but staying quiet.

Bucky strokes your bottom lip, staring at you lovingly. “I love you so much, and I will forever be sorry for what I’ve done. I should have realised that trying to make you jealous wasn’t right and was pathetic. I have such a beautiful dame on my arm, yet I felt the need to be a jerk.” His eyes fill with tears, and a sigh of relief leaves him when you roll over and cuddle into him.

“I love you too, Bucky. But please don’t do it again.” You look up at him, pleading with your eyes as you don’t know if you’ll survive being hurt like that again.

“Of course, doll. I’ll never do it again. You’re my doll forever and as long as you have me. I’ll continue making it up to you.” He places a soft kiss against your head, holding you tight against him as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

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ch4singchase · 8 months

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can we get some luke fluff (or smut if your comfortable writing it 😩) i’m just in a luke mood rn

also, do you do anons?? if you do can i be this emoji?: 🩻

of course!! i was refering to asks about my fic but i can for sure write some asks in that case!!

I made it fluff, I hope you enjoy!!!

And also, I do anons, you're free to be 🩻 :))

LOVER | luke castellan x f!reader

"Oh," Sam's voice, your half-brother, startled you, causing you to jump. "So that's what had been going on…"

Swiftly, you turned to face him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" Sam arched an eyebrow, nonchalantly chewing on his breakfast.

"No, I don't," you asserted, furrowing your brows while trying to focus on your own meal.

"Oh," Sam's voice, your half-brother, startled you, causing you to jump. "So that's what had been going on..."

Swiftly, you turned to face him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" Sam arched an eyebrow, nonchalantly chewing on his breakfast.

"No, I don't," you asserted, furrowing your brows while trying to focus on your own meal.

"So... You haven't been avoiding Luke," Sam's statement nearly made you choke on a piece of bread.

Regrettably, this time, there was no escaping the conversation. Especially not when your eyes involuntarily shifted back to what you had been discreetly observing from afar since you sat down.

Luke was in his own table with other kids from his cabin, you could recognized some new kids seated next to the head counselor. As usual, most of them were playing around and talking out loud, caught in their conversations to care about someone eavesdropping.

However, lately, Luke wasn't talking to Chris or any of his other cabin companions. Instead, every morning, an Aphrodite’s daughter has been sitting right next to him, talking for hours before they parted ways to their respective activities of the day. Or so, many would have thought.

Last week, you were training archery with others campers, you quickly spotted Luke, which surprised you. He rarely went there by his own, most of times he would go there was to help a new kid to discover their gift. But, that time, there were no new kid by his side.

For a moment, foolishly, you thought he might be there for you.

How wrong you were.

In the blink of an eye, the same daughter of Aphrodite was whispering and giggling with him as if sharing some secret.

That moment, for reasons unknown, planted a numb feeling in your heart, making your chest heavy. Since then, you couldn't summon the strength to talk to Luke again.

Every time you saw him, the memory of his laughter at the girl’s words haunted you. The same laughter he once shared only with you.

As Valentine’s Day approached, you were convinced that this time, you'd have a chance.

How wrong you were, indeed.

“Please,” you let your head rest in your hands against the table, “Can we forget about this? It's still seven in the morning.”

“Of course not,” Sam exclaimed, alerting some of their siblings, “I had suspect you were acting strange lately, I should have know that it had something to do with your crush”

“He isn’t my crush,” I groaned.

Sam looked at you, unfazed, knowing too well that you were lying.

"He has been trying to talk to you for days," your brother said. "And you always made us tell him your excuses. Now I know they were just that—excuses."

"Sam, please, can we not?" you tried to argue, raising your head just enough to stare back at him. "I don’t want to talk about Luke."

"If you're worried that he's going to confess his undying love for that girl or something, you're wrong," Sam teased, smirking.

"I'm not worried about anything," you retorted, attempting to brush off the conversation.

But deep down, you couldn't deny the unease settling within you. What was Luke up to? Why was he spending so much time with that Aphrodite's daughter?

Days passed, and you continued to avoid Luke, unable to shake off the strange feeling of betrayal. The approaching Valentine's Day only intensified the emotional turmoil within you. You convinced yourself it was just another day, and you'd get through it without any significant changes.

On the night before Valentine’s Day, you skipped the bonfire, trying to return to your cabin. Staying there grew more scrutinizing with Luke's piercing gaze following you. The best you could do for yourself was to leave.

Yet, a hand grabbed you by the arm, forcing you to turn towards the owner of that hand.

Luke.

"What happened? You've been avoiding me for days," Luke's tone carried a tinge of sadness, shattering your heart even more. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn’t," you pulled your arm away from him. "Please, Luke, I don’t want to talk right now. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Look, if there’s something wrong, I really want to make things right now," Luke pressured, taking a step closer to you. "Before tomorrow."

"I really need to go, Castellan," you raised your hands, taking some steps back before continuing your way to your cabin. "If you really want to talk with someone, talk with Sandy."

On Valentine's Day morning, however, reality hit you like a ton of bricks. Luke wasn't at his usual spot in the dining area. The absence of his laughter and presence left a void that you hadn't anticipated.

Panic set in, and you frantically scanned the room for any sign of him.

To make matters worse, the Aphrodite's daughter was also nowhere to be found. Confusion and frustration bubbled within you. What was going on?

Unable to contain your emotions, you excused yourself and headed towards the lake. You needed some space to yourself. The lake was one of the only places where you could think when everything became too loud, even your own feelings.

Usually, you'd ask Luke to go there with you; he helped you get your head back in its place. But his presence wasn't likely to help this time.

As you approached the familiar lakeside spot, you noticed something different. There was a blanket spread out, flowers arranged delicately, and a small basket filled with goodies. Confusion clouded your mind. Why would someone set up a romantic picnic by the lake?

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to investigate further or leave. But a sinking feeling in your chest urged you to stay. As you got closer, you saw Luke, putting the finishing touches on the setup.

"What is going on?" you asked, wiping away some tears that were already gathering on your face.

Apparently, your presence caught Luke off guard. When he turned to face you, his eyes widened, and some of the plastic plates that he held fell upon the blanket.

"Hm, you weren’t supposed to be here right now," Luke scratched the back of his neck. "That wasn’t on my plan."

Your heart sank as confusion deepened. Was he referring to the Aphrodite's daughter, and you happened to stumble upon their secret rendezvous?

"I'm sorry," you stammered, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion. "I didn't mean to ruin anything. I'll just go."

"No, no, it's not that," Luke reassured, stepping closer to you. "I just wanted everything to be perfect, and, well, surprises work better when they're, you know, surprises."

You couldn't shake off the suspicion that he might be trying to cover up the real recipient of this romantic setup. "Perfect for who, Luke?"

Luke hesitated, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment. "Well, I... uh, I thought maybe you'd enjoy a nice Valentine's Day surprise."

The realization hit you like a wave, crashing over the doubts and confusion. But you didn’t give ears to it just yet, too afraid of the idea of being a fool once again, “That’s for me?”

Luke nodded, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but you showed up a bit early."

You couldn't believe it. Yet, Luke sat on the blanket, silently inviting you to do the same.

As you settled onto the blanket, the air was filled with a mix of awkwardness and unspoken tension. Luke seemed hesitant, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that he might have misunderstood your avoidance.

"I've noticed you've been avoiding me," Luke finally spoke, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

You sighed, feeling the weight of guilt settling in. "I'm sorry, Luke. I just... I thought you were… I don’t know, dating Sandy"

Luke's expression shifted to confusion. "The daughter of Aphrodite? No, she's a friend. She was helping me plan this surprise for you, but I wasn't sure if you'd like it. You've been avoiding me, and I thought maybe... well, I thought maybe I'd misunderstood something."

A pang of regret hit you. Luke had put so much effort into planning a surprise for you, and your avoidance had made him unsure if you would even appreciate it. You took a deep breath, deciding to be honest with him.

"I was avoiding you because I was jealous," you admitted, your gaze dropping to the blanket beneath you.

"Jealous?" Luke echoed, surprise evident in his voice. "Why?"

"Because I saw you at the archery range with Sandy," you confessed, avoiding eye contact. "I thought you were there for me, and then I saw you talking with her and… It’s complicated."

Luke's expression softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I was talking to Sandy because she helped me with the date's idea, nothing more. And... Well, I've always watched you training."

Your eyes widened in surprise, "What?"

Luke nodded, a shy smile on his face. "Yeah, I've been skipping my own training to watch you. I didn't want to disturb you, so I just watched from afar. I just... I wanted to see you in your element, doing something you love. You always have that twinkle in your eye when you’re at archery."

A mixture of emotions washed over you—surprise, joy, and a tinge of embarrassment. Luke had been secretly watching you, and all this time, you thought he was spending it with someone else. The misunderstanding that had fueled the distance between you suddenly seemed trivial compared to the truth that unfolded.

"I had no idea," you whispered, a genuine smile forming on your face.

"I wanted today to be perfect for you," Luke said, his gaze filled with sincerity. "I hope you like the surprise."

Your heart warmed by his words, you leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek, close to his lips. "It's more than perfect, Luke. Thank you."

As you both settled into the Valentine's Day picnic, the awkwardness gave way to warmth, and the day unfolded into a new beginning for yours and Luke’s life.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan #pjo series

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months

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Okay, I know you have tons of requests BUT, I need a god dang FILTHY Sam smut, idk if you say the most recent react video where he said FUCKING YOU the way he did but holy shit. I don’t care what the plot is, I just need dom Sam asap 😩👏🏻🖤

Summary: After going there separate ways for a few years, Sam and reader finally reunite, but it’s not like anyone expected.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, criminal!reader, cop!Sam, mentions of guns and maybe other weapons, mentions of smoking weed/drinking alcohol, mentions of other drugs, talk of [small] crimes, forbidden love?, angsty, slight verbal altercations, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, oral (m rec), semi rough actions, creampie, filth - read with care my babies 🖤

Word Count: 4.5k | unedited

This was the only Sam request that I could find in my ask box - so with that being said the video that is referenced in the request, is no longer new.

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Ｓａｔｕｒｄａｙ • Ｎｉｇｈｔ

“Is it just me..” you take a drag of the joint and hold it for a few seconds as you look around, “Or is this party actually not as fun as we thought it was going to be.”

“Yeah.” Your friend, Jaime scoffs, “You’re telling me.” They reach over, taking the burning object from in between your fingers, “There was supposed to be more people.“

You look around, raising your brows, “Theres like fifty people here, Jaim.”

“Do you want a drink?” They looks at you and you shake your head, “No, I think I’m going to start walking home soon.”

“What?” They look at you confused, “Why? Are you okay?”

You feel sick, like something is going to happen sick, and that doesn’t happen often, so when it does, you’re on edge, “Y-yeah. I just-“

“What? You have to get up early and get ready for work?” The fellow criminal laughs, “Please. Just one drink and then you can leave, okay?”

You stand up as you finish the joint that was passed back to you, “I need to pee.”

You ignore your name being called as you make your way towards the steps of the abandoned warehouse. your footsteps clunk down the old metal stairs as you make your way down.

Red and blue lights fill the empty warehouse through the broken and clear plastic covered window and you instantly panic, “Fuck fuck, fuck.”

You run towards the back, but you hear footsteps quickly making their way along side of the building with indistinguishable chatter.

You look around, already hearing and seeing people flee, “Shit.” You go into the old office, ducking down behind the filing cabinet.

If you get caught, you’re going to jail - end of story.

You mentally curse yourself, telling yourself that you should have just stayed at home.

“You check in there.”

“Got it.”

You hear the door creak open and a voice immediately follows, “If any is in here, come out with your hands raised. Now.”

You’re frozen. Unable to move.

A bright light blinds you from seeing anything else as the cop finds you, “Get up.”

You slowly move your shaking hand away from your face, and as you go to stand up and the light disappears, “Y/n?” You feel hands on your arms, pulling you back down to the floor, “Y/n, what are you doing here?”

Once your eyes adjust from the blinding light, you tense up again, “S-Sam?”

Sam was the first person you ever fell in love with, but once high school graduation happened, you parted ways, but Sam always promised to find you.

Six years later - here you are.

“Y/n.” Sam snaps you from your thoughts and you focus on him, watching as he looks around before leaning in, “Go.”

“What?” You shake your head, “N-no I-“

“I’m serious. You need to go, now.” He pulls you to your feet, “Listen to me. You need to run. They already called in more units, you need to go.” He pushes you towards the back door, “Now.”

“Where?” You manage to get out and he shrugs, “Just get the fuck out of here. I’ll find you.” He pushes you towards the door, reaching behind you to push it open, “I promise. Now go.”

And you went. Running as fast as you could, unsure of where you were headed. All you could think about was Sam and how differently your lives were, more or less on your side.

You were in line to be a nurse. Perfect attendance, perfect grades, you were labeled the nerd of your college freshman class. The sophomore year came around, you fell in with a very, wrong crowd.

That led you to fell in love with the way alcohol and weed numbed you, then it turned into you partying and opening more bottles than books.

You lost your job, your apartment, you had to drop out of school. Seeing Sam really made you realize just how off the beaten path you really were.

You come to a sudden halt when you reach road, almost eating the dirt. The flashing blue and red lights approaching, cause you to run back into the woods and duck behind some trees until they pass.

You let go of the breath you held, breathing rapidly as you try to finally catch your breath from the running.

“Y/n?”

Your head snaps over and you see Jaime, “Y/n?”

“Over here.” You wave them over and they duck down with you, “I seen you dart out the back, how did you get past those cops downstairs?”

“I was already outside when I see the lights. I just took off.” You swallow, “Who called?”

“Probably some asshole who doesn’t know what fun is.” They laugh and look around, “This is 290. If we walk that way, it’ll take us back to the motel.”

You nod, standing up as you glance back towards the building, “Okay.” You motion, “We should stay in the trees, through. They’ll probably patrol, you know?”

“They always do.”

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Ｗｅｄｎｅｓｄａｙ

Every day, for the last four days, you’ve been thinking about Sam. Your mind hasn’t really gone elsewhere, other than to where you’re going to be sleeping that night.

You hated yourself, hated the way Sam found you.

You couldn’t fight off the anxious feeling, no amount of weed helped calmed your nerves. You needed to see Sam, and you were going to do whatever it takes.

“What are your plans for tonight?” Jaime asks as they sit down on the bed next to yours, “I might just stay in.”

You nod, “Yeah, that’s probably what I’ll do.” You roll over, letting out a sigh and Jaime notices, “You’ve been off. You good?”

You nod, “Just tired.”

You weren’t talking about needing sleep. You were sick of how you were. Broke, always needing to be drunk or high. You haven’t stole anything in a while, mainly because the last jail you were in was rough.

You needed help, but you didn’t want just anyone’s help.

“I want to go home, but I don’t even know where home is anymore.” You sigh, sitting up, “I want to get better. No more motel rooms and random friend’s cars.”

“How do you plan on doing that? The cops have to know we were both at that warehouse last night. That’s a trespassing. At least a misdemeanor.” Jaime argues, “You walk out there and you’re bound to get picked up.”

“I didn’t even want to be there last night. You’re the one who begged and begged for me to go then got pissy with me until I finally agreed.” You stand up, turning to face them, “I really wouldn’t be where I’m at if I haven’t met that stupid fucking cousin of yours.”

“You fell into this cycle yourself, y/n. Don’t try and blame Cassidy because you’re the one who’s, too much of a fucking pussy to just stop drinking or smoking.” Jaime’s stare holds on you and you clench your jaw, “Fuck you. I’m fucking done.”

You grab your backpack, stuffing what little you have inside before slinging it over your shoulder. Jaime, at this point, is back tracking, trying to take back what they had said but it was already, too late.

“N-no please, y/n wait. You can’t- I’m so-sorry.” They plead as they walk up to you, “Y/n. I-I can’t do thi-“

“I’m not going to throw your name under the bus if that’s what you’re worried about.” You keep your stare at the floor, “I made a promise to you, and as of right now, I don’t know where you’re at.”

You look up at them and they nod, “Thank you.”

“Mm.” You raise your brows, twisting the knob before opening the door, “See you around, I guess.”

“You won’t.” Jaime laughs, “Take care of yourself, y/n.”

You turn, looking up at them, “You, too, Jaim.”

You step out, throwing up your hood before walking away. You couldn’t lie, you were paranoid as hell. You didn’t want to go back to jail, or get another misdemeanor or worse.

You needed to find Sam.

After a little bit of walking towards the city, you hear the sound of a car coming up behind you. You clench your fists, keeping your pace as you see it slow down next to you, “Y/n.”

You stop and turn to look at Sam, and before you can say anything, he motions, “Get in.” Without any hesitation, you walk around and get in.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He glances over at you as he starts driving, “Where were you?”

“At the motel back there.” You motion, “I was with a friend.” Sam nods, “Were you safe, at least? I-“ he stops talking and you take a quiet breath, “Ask.”

He shakes his head, “Those people you were with at that party, did you know they had hard drugs?”

You shake your head, “No. I didn’t. It was just supposed to be a small get together. Some beer, weed. I didn’t expect fifty some people and hard drugs to show up.”

“You need to lay low for a few days.”

“Are they looking for me?” Your heart starts to beat harder as Sam looks over at you, “As of right now, no. They’re only focused on finding out where the drugs came from, but they can turn on you at any second, y/n. I know how these people are.”

“These people, happen to be the ones that held me up at my lowest.” You argue and Sam scoffs, “What, when you were so crossfaded you couldn’t stand?”

He was right, but it still hurt coming from him.

“Sorry, that..” he shakes his head and you sigh, “No, no. You’re right.” You look out the window, “I think we’re both in a sort of shock seeing each other again.”

The tone in Sam’s voice makes your heart shatter, “You dropped off the face of the earth, y/n.”

“I know.” Your voice is quiet and your stare is on the floor. Sam takes a deep breath, “You still look good, though.” You glance over at him, smirking slightly as you shake your head, “Better than my rap sheet.”

“Petty theft.” He shrugs, “Now if you robbed a bank, then we’d have a problem.”

“Don’t we already?” You look over at him and he looks at you confused, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“isn’t it obvious? You’re a cop. I’m labeled a criminal. Those things usually aren’t things you’d see together outside the walls of a police station, right.”

“The last time you stole anything was three years ago, y/n, and the woman dropped the charges.” Sam sighs, “I understand if you don’t trust me, right now. But I’ll do whatever it takes for you to understand that I am trying to help you. I miss you, I lo-“

You look over at him, “What?”

“I would love to help you get back onto your feet. You’re still a smart, beautiful girl and I know in my heart, that you want to get better.”

“I do.”

“So let me help you, y/n. You can stop running.” Sam comes to a stop outside a fancy looking building and you lean forward, taking it in for a second, “You live here?”

You look over at Sam and he nods, “Come on.”

He gets out of the car, grabbing your backpack before you could, and he walks around to your door, opening it up for you.

He leads you inside, up to the fourth floor where his apartment resides, “Just at the end of this hall.” You nod, looking around at the fancy painted numbers on the plaque next to the doors.

“Here we are.” Sam unlocks his door and pushes it open, “Go ahead.” You look from him to the open doorway, slowly walking in as he follows behind you.

“If you want, and please stop me if I overstep, but we can live here, together.” Sam slowly walks up behind you, “I meant it when I said I’d find you.”

You turn around to look up at him. You blink as your eyes fill up with tears, “I-I..” you step back, “Sam. I can’t put you at risk for someone like me and my bad reputation.”

“Y/n.” Sam’s eyes scan over your face and he takes a deep breath, “I never stopped loving you. Even after I lost contact with you.” He slowly reaches up, his hands laying against your cheeks, “I swore that I’d use whatever I learned in the academy to find you.” His thumb strokes your cheek and as much as you want to pull away from his touch, you can’t help but lean into it.

“I’d risk it all for you.” Sam whispers, “I thought you died. I was checking death records, calling around to other cities, giving out your description to hospitals.” He sighs, shaking his head, “I needed to know where you were.”

“Sam.” You go to push him away and he steps back, “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

“I’m not, afraid.”

“Yeah, you are.” He nods, “You’re scared of the way I make you feel because you don’t want to feel anything anymore.”

“I want to get better.” You mumble, tears spilling from your cheeks. But that wasn’t the only thing that spilled, “I convinced myself that you would hate me, that you did hate me. You were going to do great things with your life, and you clearly proven that to be correct, and I can’t fuck that up for you now because that’s what I do, Sam. I fuck up. Everything.”

You take a deep, shaky breath, “I’ve stolen. I’ve lied. I’ve ran from other cops. I’ve been to jail, I-“ you shake your head, looking up at Sam, “You don’t want me.”

“I always want you.” Sam shrugs, laughing slightly, “I don’t know if you’re trying to scare me away, but I promise you, I’ve seen worse than this, y/n.”

He walks over and you stay still, “We can get you through this. We can get you back on top. Anything it takes.”

“Everyone in my life has left me like I was nothing.”

Sam frowns at your words, “You’re everything to me.” He slides his hands up, running his fingers through your hair, “Literally, everything.”

“How long until this blows over?”

He shrugs, “Few days? I go into work tomorrow, I work first the rest of this week, but I’ll find out. Okay? We will get you through this.”

You nod, your mind racing a mile a minute, “Okay.” You let out a sigh, “Can I shower or something?” You motion to your backpack, “I’ll also nee-“

“Hey. Whatever you need. Okay?” Sam raises his brows, “And don’t apologize for anything.”

You laugh slightly, nodding your head as you look up at him, “Thank you for not giving up on me, Sam.” You walk over, wrapping your arms around him.

He kisses your head and tightens his arms, “Mm, your hair smells good.”

“That’s probably the only good thing about that motel, the soap smells amazing.” You laugh as you lean back, wiping the tears from your face before Sam leads you to the bathroom to show you how the shower works.

(A/n, please tell me I am not the only one who gets anxiety with other people’s showers and not knowing how to work them.)

——

Ｆｒｉｄａｙ

You slept through Sam getting up for work, even him kissing your head. The past few days you haven’t slept well, and it finally caught up with you.

Sam let you sleep because he knew you needed it, too.

After getting up, you sit up and look around. You still can’t believe that after all these years, you and Sam have found one another.

You can’t help but smile thinking about it, him. You loved being around him because, even after all these years, he’s your safe space.

You get out of bed, making your way to the kitchen to get coffee. Sam has made it every morning for you since you agreed to stay.

As you bring your mug to your lips, you spot a box and a note on the counter.

Y/n

I stopped after work yesterday and got you this. You don’t have to accept it. I just figured you’d want something to stay in touch while I’m at work.

Sam

You smile as you lay the note back down, bringing the box closer before opening it. You pull out the phone and turn it on.

Your heart skips a beat when you see an old picture of you and Sam set as the lockscreen, and you can’t help but tear up.

Sam truly does love you.

You go into contacts, and just as you suspected, Sam is the only contact. You sit down on the stool as you tap the message icon, You didn’t have to, but thank you so much, Sam.

You set the phone down, reaching over to bring your coffee closer and you get a text back from Sam, I wanted to. I figured it would help things.

You sip your coffee and take a deep breath, I never stopped loving you either.

You straighten up, clearing your throat as you start to type, but stop when you see Sam’s text come through, I’m so happy to hear that, y/n. I just don’t want you to think I’m buying your love or anything like that.

You’re not, I know that, you stand up as you walk over to the couch, plopping down to turn the tv on.

You text Sam back and forth for a little while, mainly asking him how work is and updating him about what is playing on the tv.

Silly stuff, but you both loved it.

——

“Hey.” Sam whispers as he tries to wake you up, “Y/n, I’m home.”

You blink a few times, stretching as you sit up, “Oh hey. Sorry, I must have passed out again.” He shakes his head as he sits down next to you, “You’re fine, sweetheart.”

Your eyes scan over his uniform, you couldn’t lie, seeing Sam in it was such a turn on for you.

“Is that okay?”

You look up at Sam, blinking as you shake your head, “S-sorry.. what’s okay?”

He chuckles, “I asked if you wanted me to order in for dinner?” You nod, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

He nods, “Okay. What were you thinking?” You tilt your head, smirking slightly, “If you want my honest answer, I’m not really thinking about dinner.”

He raises his brows and leans back. His arms stretched out on the top of the couch, “What are you thinking about then?”

Your eyes scan up his body, stopping on his name badge before you turn towards him, “How good you look in this uniform.”

He bites down on his lower lip, slowly pulling it from his teeth’s grasp as you crawl towards him. His eyes shoot down to your hand lying on top of his thigh, “You know what I’m thinking about?”

You shrug, “I could guess..”

He chuckles, reaching up to pull you onto his lap, “Just how much I miss fucking you.” He pulls you in, your lips connect with his and there’s instant fire.

You grind down onto him and his hands fly to your ass, squeezing and groaning as he bucks his hips upward, “You sure you want to do this?”

“You are the one thing I’ve always been sure about, Sam.” You smile, running your hand through his hair and he nods, “Okay.”

He pushes you back onto the couch, his hips resting between your legs, “Seeing you in my shirts.” He kisses down your neck, “In my bed.” He kisses back up your neck as his hand slips under the shirt on your body, “Been fighting the urge to even kiss you.”

You moan quietly as his fingers twist and pull at your nipples, “Sam.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He moves to kneed the mound of flesh, “M’not goin’ anywhere.”

His lips press to yours and your legs tighten around his waist. Your hands move to unbutton his uniform top, pulling it to untuck from the hold of his belt, “Need you. Been too long.”

He chuckles as he leans up to push his shirt down his shoulders, “I don’t want to rush anything, sweetheart.” He takes off his fitted white tee and throws it.

Your hands slide up his chest and you pull him back in by the neck, “I trust you.”

He smiles before kissing you, his other hand sliding up your leg and dipping down in between to pull your panties to the side. He groans against your lips as he drags his middle finger through your folds, “God, you are soaked.”

“Have you seen what you look like in your uniform, you’d be wet, too.” You giggle at the words and Sam just stares at you with a smile, “I.. will take your word for it.” He chuckles as he leans into kiss up your neck the same time his finger pushes into you.

You gasp out, hands squeezing his biceps. He kisses up to your ear, his voice low as he adds a second finger, “That feel good, baby?”

You nod, lips parted as he curls them upward, “Uh h-huh.” You turn your head, desperate for his lips on yours. You roll your hips, moaning into his mouth as he works his hand faster, thrusting in and out.

You arch your back, moaning out as his thumb brushes over your clit, “F-fuck. Sam.” You moan louder, “Almost there.”

“All you baby, whenever you want.” He presses kisses to your cheek, “You’re so fucking hot.” He groans lowly as he grinds his hips against your leg.

“f-fu-“ You let out a long and loud moan as you start to slowly come undone, whimpering and gasping out as he guides you through the high.

His hand is quickly withdrawn from between your legs and he works faster to undo his belt and get his pants off.

You sit up, reaching forward to pull him towards you by the band of his boxers. He watches down, chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation of your next move.

You pull them down, freeing his cock and instantly leaning down to swirl your tongue around the tip. Sam gasps as his knees buckle and his hand goes to the back of your head, “O-oh fuck.”

You work at taking him in, swirling your tongue and groaning as you clench around nothing. You bob your head in a slowly steady rhythm, leaning back to look up at him and it’s a sight that makes Sam absolutely weak.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He smirks and you lean back, hand still pumping his cock, “Like what, baby?”

He chuckles and pushes your head back down, “You know what.” He groans as you push your head down as far as you can, gagging around him slightly before lifting your head and repeating the process.

“That’s my girl, fuck.” Sam’s eyes close for a few seconds but reopen to watch you, “Still the best.”

You lean back, smirking up at him and he pushes you back, pushing your legs open with his knee. He dips his head down to kiss you as you feel the head of his cock rub against your clit.

Before you can plead for anything, his cock slips in past your folds and you moan out loudly as you feel his hips rest against yours.

“Feels like I’m taking you all over again.” His voice is low as he groans, “Still my pussy.”

You gasp out as you feel him pull out and slide back in, “Still yours.” You nod as you lay a hand on his cheek, moaning out loudly as his thrusts pick up speed.

Your eyes roll back and your back arches off the couch, “Fuuuck.” You whine out, “Yesyesyes.”

Sam reaches up, pulling your head down with his fingers on your chin, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes open and your lips part as your moan breathlessly, “Feels so good.”

He smirks quickly before moaning, “Fuck, y/n.” His hand grips your waist, “Fuck. Fuck. You make me want to cum and I don’t want to just yet.”

You whimper, “M’so close again, Sam.” You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning out as your legs follow around his waist.

Sam’s grip on the back of the couch tight as he groans, “Just a little.. bit longer.. can you wait for me?”

“Y-yes.” You whimper out, clenching your walls around his cock, “F-fuck.”

“Doing so good, taking me so well.” Sam’s words fuel the fire you’re trying to hold back, “So fucking good, baby.”

You whimper, bringing his hand to your throat. Your vision slightly turns blurry from a mix of his tight grip and the orgasm that’s slowly making its way to center stage, “S-Sam.”

“Do you wa-“

“Keep going.” You manage to squeak out. Your eyes roll back and you can’t hold it anymore. Silent moans slip through your parted lips and you can feel your thighs growing wetter with each one of his thrusts.

Sam lets go of your throat as his cock twitches inside of you, pushing his cum deeper as his thrusts slow down.

He pulls out, planting a kiss to your forehead before he sits down by your feet. His eyes scan up your legs, admiring the mess that you two had made together.

You sit up, cheeks growing red as you notice what he was looking at. He smirks and shakes his head as he leans over, “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. I think it’s hot when you make a mess like this.”

You smile and shake your head, “Whatever you say.”

“I say..” he stands up, pulling you with him, “That we go get a shower and then order some dinner.” He wraps his arms around your waist, “And I’ll have dessert while we wait.”

He attacks your neck and you can’t help but laugh, “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

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