This is an 18+ blog because there is smut being written here so please DNI if you are underage.
Hey, my name is Ethan and I write stupid shit!
The things I'm gonna be writing for will mostly be:
⠀⠀⠀- Until Dawn
⠀⠀⠀- Deadpool & Wolverine
⠀⠀⠀- Nerdy Prudes Must Die
⠀⠀⠀- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
⠀⠀⠀- OCs and Original Stories
My inbox is open and you are more than welcome to submit a request, but please remember that I have college and work so I don't update super often. I also may decline a request if it contains themes or ideas that I do not enjoy writing, or if I do not have enough information to write it accurately.
Off the top of my head, the things I can think of that I would prefer not to write about include:
⠀⠀⠀- SA, DV, ab*se, p*dophilia, or similar themes
⠀⠀⠀- Pregnancy
⠀⠀⠀- Heavy angst with no comfort
⠀⠀⠀- Incest, stepcest, ageplay, any shit like that ⠀⠀⠀is a solid no
⠀⠀⠀- I will not write fanfiction about real people
I mostly write smut because I'm a freak but am open to other genres too! I also love horror writing. I write for both male and female readers.
Inbox messages do not need to be requests, feel free to just ask questions, talk to me, I love to fucking yap so once you start that, it becomes a whole thing. Share theories, or ideas, or just whatever the fuck you like! I promise I do not bite, unless I do, you'll never know.
Rules: Answer the questions & tag 9 people you'd like to know better
Reading: I just started the second Originals book. I need to post my thoughts on the first one soon… I’m still waiting for my paperbacks to come in so I can annotate them.
Last series: Does Teen Wolf count? Not to brag but I’ve watched one and a half episodes so far! (I am… so slow…) If it has to be a series I’ve finished, then it would be Apple Cider Vinegar.
Last Movie: I was going to watch the new Wuthering Heights this weekend, but it didn’t work out. I rewatched Palm Springs pretty recently.
Last Song: I was listening to "The Hand" by Annabelle Dinda on repeat yesterday.
Working on: I've been working on the next chapters of WRTG and Fronia's story.
Salty or sweet: The children (me) yearn for the mines (to eat dirt because it is salty)
Coffee or Tea: Neither!
Tagging: @krissybehind, @burningdreambanana, @whateverthought, @whoreallyevenknowsanyway, @excalisi, @sharkboy305, @shadowlight-22, @socksandaslide, @lewbrah, and anyone else who would like to do it!
Reading: Not reading anything right now, but I did finish The Mistake by Elle Kennedy, not that long ago.
Last Series: The latest episode of The Rookie.
Last Movie: The latest movie I watched was Disney's Elio.
Last Song: Marvel For All!!!! by Brandon Yates, shameless, but everyone should go and listen to it, especially if you love songs about heroism and heroes in general, and just in general, people should go and listen to Brandon Yates, a really amazing artist.
Working On: I have this Mermaid x Lighthouse keeper Mikejess fic I'm thinking of working on tonight because the idea has been eating away at my brain.
it isn't perfect but i'm pretty proud of how my recreation of the Until Dawn deer turned out (thank you procreate gaussian blur tool, idk what i'd do without you)
Summary: Snowed in and far from the lodge, Mike finally makes good on every filthy thought he’s had since the cable car together with you, fucking into the couch while his voice stays in your ear, low and relentless.
Tags: Day 17 ‘Dirty talk’. No use of Y/N. Male reader. Established relationship. Top mike. Bottom male reader. Dirty talk. Anal sex.
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 - 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇
Words count: 1500
The couch creaked under the rhythm Mike set, his body pressed down against you until you could feel every solid line of him trapping you in place, one arm braced above your head and the other gripping the cushion, cock sliding in and out of you in long, punishing thrusts, the slick stretch making your back arch with every slap of his hips against your ass, the sound of flesh smacking wetly echoing far too loud in the tiny cabin that was already sweltering from the hours of fucking you’d both wrung out of each other.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and thick with gravel, lips grazing your ear as his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, hot breath washing over your skin. “God, you feel so damn tight. You’re made to keep me in here, huh? Ya like me that much?” His hips snapped forward with a loud smack, forcing a moan out of you that made him chuckle under his breath, smug and feral all at once. “Yeah, that’s it. Moan for me. You sound so fucking good.”
Every stroke ground deeper, your chest sinking comfortably into the worn fabric of the couch cushions as his weight bore down, cock dragging along every sensitive ridge inside you until your thighs trembled. His dirty talk was constant, unrelenting, each word threading into the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
“Been wanting this since the damn cable car,” he muttered, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “You, squirming there beside me. Everyone else forgot what it’s like to party, and laugh it off like this place is a fucking vacation—” he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that made you cry out.
He shifted slightly, angling his hips so the head of his cock pressed straight against your sweet spot, making your whole body jolt forward with each drive. “Oh, fuck yeah, I feel that—god, squeezing me like that. You’re not gonna last if I keep it right there, huh?” His voice dropped even deeper, practically a growl against your neck.
Your breath hitched with every brutal snap of his hips, the small cabin filled with the obscene chorus of wet thrusts, skin slapping and the muffled groans you tried to bury into the cushions. Mike didn’t let you hide, tilting his head just enough to nip at your jawline, keeping you pinned as his rhythm grew faster, harder and more desperate. Sweat dripped down his temple onto your skin, mixing with the heat radiating off your bodies.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect like this,” he rasped, voice catching as his thrusts faltered for a moment before slamming back in with renewed force. “Pinned down, taking me so deep. You like being mine like this, don’t ya?” He shoved in hard, grinding his hips against your ass to make sure you felt every thick inch inside you.
Words tumbled out of you between gasps and whimpers and Mike rewarded you with a rough groan that vibrated straight against your ear as he buried himself deeper, relentless in dragging every ounce of sensation out of your body. His hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back against every thrust so the sounds of your bodies colliding grew wetter, sharper, filthier.
“Shit—I could fuck you like this forever,” he breathed, hips slamming into you faster now, losing that careful edge of control as his thrusts grew sloppy and brutal.
“Goddamn, I don’t even care if the whole mountain hears you screaming for me.” The pace built until the couch itself was groaning under the assault, your body pressed into the cushions as Mike gave in to the raw need in every movement.
With a strangled growl he pulled free at the last second, his cock dragging slick from your body as he flipped you onto your back, chest heaving and eyes wild as they raked over your flushed face and the mess he’d made of you.
“Fuck,” he said, voice husky, thumb brushing your cheek as his other hand fisted his cock, pumping hard as he loomed over you. “I need to see your face while I wreck you.”
Mike’s body hovered over you, sweat shining on his skin, cock still swollen, glistening with the slick he’d left inside you. His other hand slid down with shocking tenderness, fingers curling around your cock, stroking you in a mirror rhythm that matched the steady pull of his own hand.
The contrast was dizzying, his grip on himself tight and rough, every drag of his fist making his jaw tense, while on you he was almost reverent, knuckles brushing softly against your stomach as he stroked you with a teasing steadiness that made your breath catch.
His head dipped closer until his lips brushed your temple, the husky warmth of his breath pouring straight into your ear as he gave a firmer pump to your cock, thumb smearing pre-come over the tip before rolling it slowly, watching the way your lips parted in a desperate moan.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he muttered, a grin curling the edge of his mouth, cock jerking hard in his own fist. “God, you’re dripping all over my hand.” His eyes stayed locked on yours, brown and burning, pupils blown wide with lust as he drank in every twitch of your expression. He leaned so close you could feel his lips moving against your cheek as he groaned.
With a guttural sound, Mike released himself and pressed his cock back to your entrance, slick enough that the head slid in with a slow, hungry push that had you gasping. He hooked your legs up over his waist, locking you into place as he sank in to the hilt with a shuddering groan. “Ohhh fuck yeah,” he gritted out, forehead pressing against yours as his hips ground forward.
Then he started to move again, pulling back and slamming in with a rhythm that shook the couch, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, grip on your thighs tightened as he fucked you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist anchoring him even closer. The sound of skin smacking echoed sharp in the hot, confined air, mingling with your desperate moans and his growled curses.
“Look at me,” Mike rasped, one hand cradling the side of your face even as his hips drove mercilessly into you, cock pistoned in and out, each stroke hitting deep enough to make your toes curl and your back arch off the couch.
He smirked at the way you writhed, voice dripping with lust as he kept talking you through it. “That’s it, fuck yeah, take it all. You’re so tight, making me lose my goddamn mind.”
Sweat dripped down his chest onto yours, his body pressed flush as his rhythm grew faster, harder, his hips slamming against you with wet, obscene sounds that filled the cabin. He angled his thrusts with precision, dragging across your sweet spot again and again until you were clawing at his shoulders, your voice breaking into breathless cries.
Mike groaned, burying his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you with everything he had left. Your body tensed and you spilled hot against his abdomen, painting his skin as he groaned your name into your ear. A second later he shoved in deep with a desperate thrust, his cock throbbing hard as he came inside you, warmth flooding deep as his hips jerked through the waves of release.
He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against yours as he rode it out, whispering broken curses and praises into your skin, hips giving tiny aftershocks before finally stilling. His hand smoothed over your thigh, gaze dragging down to where your cum streaked across him and his seed still leaked inside you.
“Guess we’re not leaving this cabin any time soon,” he murmured and his smile tilted into that cocky, boyish grin you knew so well.
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