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• I’m 19

• Favorite fictional men are Ethan Landry, Joe Goldberg, and Mickey Altieri

• Favorite fictional women are Amber Freeman, Love Quinn, and Iris (Companion)

• I charge to read tarot cards if you’re ever curious :3

feel free to request always, evil women welcome on my blog!!

send me ideas or recommendations xoxo

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[createasc3ne]

deserving

summary: ethan confesses about being ghostface to you and expected a different reaction.

warnings: i mean murderer ghostface.. and bit sad and kissing ig

Ethan Landry. Your boyfriend of one year and a few days. Still nothing more than making out and touching, which was surprising to everyone. You two were incredibly hot and never had tried anything with each other? Mainly cause you felt connected on a different level with him. He was solely obsessed with you, never letting you notice the way he was always lurking and watching your every move. You just thought he was protective whenever he questioned you every time you went out. It never bothered you, it was hot.

Ethan had moved in with you after ten months, best decision ever. He was clean, never slept late, and walked around shirtless all the time. Perfect. Movies usually every night, stab marathons too. He liked to watch you get jump scared so he could hold you in his big arms and feel like your protector. You loved to fake scares just so he could pull you over on him. And you couldn't lie, you did feel when he got hard from any touch of yours but didn't comment on it ever.

After a long week of working shifts every night and having classes during the day it was friday night. Your free evening with your boyfriend. Getting home you bent down to take your shoes off and stood back up to face Ethan right in front of you. He grinned slowly as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pick you up. You could tell he just woke up but he still wanted to welcome you back home.

"Hey, baby. How was your classes?" He mumbled into your neck, feeling your legs wrap his hips.

"They were okay, I'm just exhausted." You reply with your arms tightening around his shoulders to feel his embrace.

He nodded before setting you back down to take your jacket and tote bag for you, he hung them up and followed your movements to the kitchen.

"I got pizza earlier, some in the microwave." He muttered wiping his face and leaning over the counter watching you check the microwave.

You turn back to him and sigh. "Not really hungry, wanna cuddle? I need it extra right now."

He grins again as he leads you to the bedroom and laid back waiting for you to crawl up to him. You rest your head on his bicep and his forearm lays on your chest. He kisses your head softly with his free hand lays up on his abs. After some pillow talk he was moving around to be eye level with you.

"I love you" You whisper and smile, eyes staring into his warmly.

He smiled back before his smile faded slowly, your hand immediately came to hold his cheek and run your thumb side to side.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" You ask as his hand comes over yours.

"No, sorry. I"m fine." He muttered.

"Be honest, Eth."

"Fine. Just please don't leave, or get mad at me, or anything?" He pleaded quietly.

Your nod gives him the green light as he breathes, "I've done bad things. I tried stopping for you. I just.. I can't."

Your hand pauses its actions as you stare up at him, "Like what? What bad things?"

He looks down at your hand and pulls it up to press kisses over your knuckles. "I don't want to tell you, you'll see me differently."

"Just say it. I love you, I won't view you any differently." You reassure him.

He takes a few breaths and speaks out "I killed people. The ghost faces killings, some of them were me."

You choke on your words as you sit up and stare down at him, he stayed on his side to look up at you. His puppy eyes looking over your features waiting for a response, his hands clammy as he fidgeted subtly. You just stared waiting for a "Just kidding" or a "Bad joke sorry" but nothing came out. He just waited for some type of approval from you. For some weird reason you stayed, you didn't run or scream for help, you just sat in front of him looking back down at him. A conversation happening between your eyes and his, but no actual verbal communication going on in the moment.

You speak out suddenly, getting a small startle from him "Why."

"I do it for you technically. I mean." He stuttered over his words and shut up to wipe his face and look back up at you laying flat on his back with his head against the mattress. "I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Baby, I asked why." You ask again, your hand coming back up to his face, tracing his jaw before holding it. "Just tell me why.."

His eyes adverted from the roof back to you, his pupils dilating. Maybe they dilated from the way you stayed, the way you looked at him with so much love still, or just how you could touch him even after admitting he was a serial killer.

"For you. I get jealous." He mumbled embarrassingly. "Just want you to myself."

You blush slightly, your jaw clenching from all the things you wanted to say but held back. Yeah you stalked him a few times and played the crazy girlfriend in some situations, but he didn't have to know.. yet.

"I love you." You purr before smiling down at his lips.

His eyes soften and he moved his hands to quickly grip your waist and pull you on top of him.

"Really.." He questioned, scanning over your face and down to your collarbone and shoulders, wetting his bottom lip and looking back up at your eyes.

"Yeah really.. you care so much about me. I'd do the same for you." You sigh against his cheek.

His face heats up as his hands run over your ribs and back down to grab your hips. "Love you too." He purred before lifting his head to press kisses on your neck.

Your hand comes up to caress his scalp and run through his hair as he left small love bites along the nape of your neck, sucking on your throat hard enough to leave some bruises. He always loved marking you up, proving to himself and others you were his. You felt shocked about the news but didn't care enough to stop him from kissing and touching you.

He did it out of love, he did it for you.

-idk if i should make more for this

[createasc3ne]

what are we thinking of a dorky boyfriend Ethan landry fic need ideas cause im writing some cody seale and Leon Kennedy ones and got inspired with daredevil too my my so many hot guys anyways yeah send any requests or ideas like what to incorporate ill def be reading the messages thanks guysss

[createasc3ne]

Hey I was wondering if you could make a Cody Seale fanfic!! Please and thank you!!

YAS OF COURSE OF COURSE!!

[createasc3ne]

Hi babe!

First of all I loved your fic on Cody seale, hoe stay I feel like nobody writes about him. So I have a request, I never was a lover of the best friend trope but since you wrote it so well ? I was wondering if you could yk, write so Cody and the reader. Best friends.

And slowly, Cody starts to become friend with Teresa. And much more close and he tells his friend, including reader. But reader feels weird. Jealous and absolutely ain’t okay with that but would never tell him.

Their friends are aware, and so it’s a bit awkward everytime teresa is hanging out with them. But once, reader heard teresa on the phone with her mother and she quickly understands that she has no good intentions. So she warns the guys, she warns Cody but Cody is too busy focusing on the plan, and kinda takes reader for a lair telling reader became weird

THEN Cody starts to notice how readers takes some distance, every time he would talk about the plan reader would just shrug and nod “yeah..” definitely not focus. He starts to feel off, it’s weird that readers takes distance with him, slowly he notices teresa’s weird behaviour and then. Well the mask fall. Teresa call for him to bring the truk back to a certain location.

He goes there, sending a chat in the group chat. So he goes there, his friends joined him..instead of reader, members of cartel point guns at him, checking the truck. And he sees Teresa here, smirking.

And THEN reader appears with members of the DEA, his father and all. Taser in hand. Tasing Teresa (maybe insulting since she hates her lmao), she tases some guys pointing guns at him, the DEA deals with the situation as reader brings Cody out with the guys.

And just there reader hugs him. Calling him stupid and all kinda crap. Until he apologises and tells that he was stupid, he knew for a moment Teresa was weird and something he should’ve listened, he’s sorry and all.

And so after a long moment I don’t know his father after yelling the shit out of him tells him he’s lucky someone cares enough about him (talking about reader which is talking afar)

Write only if you like it, I know it’s long and my imagination is crazy sometimes. THANK YOU IF YOU EVER DO. LOVE YOU BTW

HELLOOOO i have been gone for so long sorry guys but im back yayyy! ill write this and many more cody fics promise omg love you guys

[createasc3ne]

Hey!! Can you do a Cody Seale fanfic!!

Hiyaa of course I can!! Did you have any ideas or anything? If not I'll make some up and start writing :3

[createasc3ne]

sneak peak!! this one might take a bit trying to get a start on it..

[createasc3ne]

not in love..

summary: situationship with your coworker cause im yearning irl need to imagine this

warning: angst and confusing relationship, really short sry

It had started with the small smiles and waves at work. Subtle hints he was interested but you were oblivious. He would sometimes mutter a quiet "Hey" or a light chuckle if you made a joke in the break room. He was sweet, attractive, nerdy. Except you couldn't tell one day he would fuck up your concept of a relationship.

After he followed you on instagram you two had exchanged messages back and forth, even at work as you gave each other smiles and waves throughout the day. Usually you guys would just text about your day or hobbies, but soon it became more than that. Texting to play video games and call, or talk about just more personal matters and family. It was easy to just connect with him and trust him? At work was a different story though, he rarely greeted you and if he did it was awkward as hell. He avoided eye contact, kept a good distance, and tried to not interact with you more than he needed to. Maybe he was socially awkward?

Soon the conversations got longer on call and plans to meet after work were made. His small waves and smiles became side hugs and grins from ear to ear. One saturday night you two had planned to hangout at your apartment. It was usual you had people over, easier instead of having to leave your place and it was nice to clean up for guests. The first time he came over he wore jeans and a white t shirt. His shoes were kicked off the moment he stepped in and his hair slightly messy and was made worse every time he ran his hand through it loosely.

His brown locks soon had appeared in your lap while your hands were the ones running through it while The Shop Around the Corner played in the background. The perfect moment with him. His hand was running over your thigh gently, his fingernails dragging in a way it didn't scratch but it soothed. It was your first exchange out of work clothes and comfortable in your own sanctuary, and he was a man you felt you could trust even with the little time you knew him. His big glossy blue eyes looking up at you when romantic scenes came up on the tv, his hands would pause where they were so he could focus on your features. After the scene ended he would sigh quietly and smile, letting his hands go back to work on rubbing your legs. His large soft hands felt like feathers on your clean shaven legs, the lotion you had put on before he came leaving residue on his fingers. That residue had soon wiped off when his hand came up to hold your cheek gently, his wide palm cupping your face. His eyes boring into yours, speaking unspoken words to you before pressing his soft lips onto yours. He felt and tasted like heaven. The sweet vanilla taste that was from the latte he drank before arriving and the strong chamomile flavor from the tea you made him. God, it was addicting with the added smell of his own musk.

Soon it became a regular event, he would just show up to your apartment sometimes. It didn't matter if you had plans, he had somehow became a priority without you realizing. You felt interlinked with him. He understood you and knew you inside out. You thought you knew him the same way.

After weeks of meeting every weekend, every thursdays, even most monday nights. Suddenly everything shifted. He texted you less, the same awkward interactions at work instead of side hugs, and the lingering eyes disappeared. And you never did anything, to your knowledge. He still came over, just once a week now.

Thursday night, your apartment. He was laying on your stomach with his face up to your ceiling. His fingers interlocked and they rested on his stomach. He wore his glasses and glanced up at you as they tilted to the side.

"What's wrong? You're oddly quiet." He mumbled.

"I'm fine, just thinking."

He tilted his own head as his hand came up to pull his glasses off, letting them rest beside him so he could lean up on his forearms to look at you better.

"Thinking about what?" He asked, his right hand going up to lay over your abdomen.

"Just.." You trail off and sigh. "I'm confused"

"About?"

"Us."

His eyes dazed onto your face, analyzing every facial expression or movement you made. Trying to understand.

"What about us?" He whispered, his hand came up to run through your hair and put some behind your ear. "Talk to me"

"I don't want to ruin anything more than it already is." You murmur under your breath.

He paused his movement and sat up to turn and lay on his stomach and lay on your chest, half his weight supported by his left hand on the bed beside you.

"What's 'already' ruined?"

"You're weird with me now, did I do anything wrong?"

He stared at you, knowingly, but still wanted to try and talk.

"You never did anything, what are you talking about?"

You just turned your head to face him, with a sort of deliberate look. He returned a semi confused look, but still knowingly as before. His hand moved up to move himself down to lay back on your stomach.

"Nothing was done, it's just me" He breathed before burying his face in your shirt. "What's wrong with me"

You don't answer, your hands just run through his hair. Almost like they were programmed to anytime he was nearby. Magnetic. His eyes looked back to yours, teary and red. His pout visible as he buried his face again to hide his expression.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled, muffled by your stomach.

You felt every twitch of his face and the vibrations his voice made into your skin. He was admitting he lost feelings or interest and you were focused on how you wanted to feel his breathing on you forever. The way his nose felt as he sniffled to hide his whimpers. His jaw clenching against your ribs and his hands gripping your sides to calm himself down. His mannerisms and everything was so attractive. It had to be too good to be true.

The next day at work, complete silence. No glances or even a small subtle smile. Just pure disregard for you. You couldn't just forget about the way his hands felt around you, your face, body. He was engraved in your mind but to him you were just a fling. It couldn't be just gone like that? Maybe one day you would get over this situationship. But it felt real.

It meant something.

It meant everything.

hiyaa sorry this is way different than my usual posts; pmsing and missing my ex

not proofread

leave reqs or anythingg

[createasc3ne]

hii just wondering who I should write for hehe

which character should I write for?

ethan landry againnn

any ahs evan peters character

joe goldberg

leon kennedy meow

other?

Voting ended onApr 10

[createasc3ne]

like a kiss

summary: your boyfriend was always rough with you but tonight after a kill he was wayyy more different with you.. one shot?

warnings: smut with a little plot, sadist!Ethan, masochist!reader, knife play.

comments: idk what came over me ok, think of the song custer by slipknot...

Ding! Your phone rings with a text from Ethan. You turn to lay on you side of the bed and open it up. It's a picture of a knife, carved with your name on it. He always knew how to be caring in his own disturbing way. The caption said 'Thinking of you extra tonight'. You blush and put your phone down to smile at his texts, even though he was ghostface, creepy, and a literal psychopath, he was extremely hot and caring somehow. And he was your boyfriend.

Usually a regular night consisted of a movie, dinner, and going at it every corner of the apartment. Afterwards you'd get a nice bath and get tucked in under his arms to fall asleep. He knew how to keep you and him pretty satisfied. He would try new things in bed, new recipes for dinner, or new movie recommendations he gets on his feed. The perfect boyfriend, hopefully soon to be husband..?

It was 1am when another Ding! rung your phone. You stirred awake rubbing your eyes before unlocking your phone and opening it up to find a snap Ethan sent you, a picture of you in bed through the window. This wasn't weird to you guys, it was just foreplay to what was coming up. You giggle and run the blanket down your legs before looking at the window, trying to see his shadow to catch him. Nothing is visible in the pitch black except a smear of blood going from corner to corner. A quick slam is heard from the front door, your hearts racing. Another bang and a slam from the kitchen now. Rummaging and pans hitting the floor before you get up and run over to see Ethan in the walkway of the hall, wearing his black cargos and a white tank top that was splattered with blood. His ghost face mask was clean though. His head tilts watching you walk up to him. Wearing nothing but your thin, silk, white nightgown and some white socks to match. His hands were at his sides, one gripping the base of a pocket knife. It was the one he had sent you a picture of, the way the windows moonlight hit it you could barely see the shine of your name that was carved. His free hand slowly moved to pull your waist closer, grabbing at you roughly before leaning his head down to meet your height.

"Scared?" he purred, his hand now making bruises from how hard he grabbed your hip.

You shake your head quietly, a quiet gasp leaving your parted lips as your hand slid up his mask, pulling it off with a quick tug. He growled and let go of you before pushing you onto the hardwood floors, the sound making a soft thud and creak.

"Don't touch me unless I tell you to." He spat crouching down to pick the mask up again and putting it on.

You nod and pout before leaning back on your palms with your knees up to your chest. Watching him crawl towards you predatorily as he picked a hand up to push you again, letting you fall back to lay down on the floor completely. He chuckled quietly as the knife he had been holding made its way down your abdomen over your nightgown. Your small breaths and puffs egging him on as he put a little pressure on the blade, letting it give you a small cut on your hip where he left bruises.

You wince and look up at him "You're such a tease, Ethan."

His hand raised to land down and slap your cheek before grabbing your face with an unrestrained grip. "Don't talk either, bitch."

You look up at him grinning before he landed another slap, leaving a handprint on your face, but you liked it. He groaned and ripped his mask off to slam his lips against yours. You moan into his lips as he swallows each one, his tongue clashed with yours and his teeth scraping yours. He threw the knife he was holding and used both hands to pick you up by your thighs. You giggled but continue kissing him back as you bit his bottom lip and dragged it to look up at his eyes. His pupils dilated more when he made eye contact with you. After he got to the bedroom he threw you on the bed roughly before smiling and undoing his belt.

"Take that shit off" He ordered, referring to your silky nightgown.

You quickly ripped it off and crawled over to the end where he stood, looking up at him as your hands wrapped around his. He grinned and pulled his hands back to let you do the work. He watched you unbuckle his belt and pull it out the loops slowly. When his pants dropped he lifted one leg after the other to take them off completely before wrapping his left hand around your throat, squeezing softly at first.

"You're adorable, hm?" He cooed, his eyes scanning over your flushed face and down to your breasts that were now out in the open.

He bit his bottom lip before squeezing harder down on your neck. Your breath literally stopped, your small hands tried to pull his thick fingers off your throat but stopped when you felt that familiar dizzy effect from the loss of oxygen. Fuck, he knew how to get to you.

"Slut.. letting me do anything to you." He moaned out, you looked down to see him palming himself over his black briefs.

His hand over your throat loosened up to run it through his hair catching his breath. His whimpers fell through his soft lips as he looked down between your legs, the light glisten in your slit made his vision go hazy. Your hand slid down your own stomach before landing on your inner thigh, letting soft whimpers leave your mouth as well to tempt him. His eyes blew wide watching you tease him, his hand palming him harder and his free hand moving to grab your hair and yanking it towards him. Your soft grin looking up at him as you laid on your front while he stood with his groin shoved in your face. As your tongue left soft licks along his length he pushed your face into him more, groaning louder and whimpering your name letting his head fall back.

"Ethan.. just fucking use me" You whisper, waiting for him to respond as your big eyes gazed at his face.

Even in the dark he looks hot, when you could barely see anything you could see his jawline, twinkling eyes, and his gorgeous healthy brown curls shining with the moonlight. His head snapped back to let go of your hair and pull his boxers down. His cock springing free and slapping his v line with a loud smack. He was leaking and practically throbbing at the sight of you so obedient and submissive to him. The veins on his dick prominently showing as he gripped a handful of your hair again, more brutal this time around. He used his other hand to pump himself a good four times before pulling you to run his tip over your glossy pink lips. He tried holding back sounds as he clenched his jaw but still moaned and winced from the feeling of your tongue on his red tip. He pushed your head down, forcing you to use your mouth on the entirety of his 8 inch dick. Of course you gagged, so he just stuffed more of himself in your warm mouth. He tried to use his other hand to force his balls in your jaw but let go to groan louder and moan your name.

"Good girl, mm-fuck, you're my good girl, baby." He cried out as he bobbed your head for you, using your hair to just pull you back and forth.

Tears formed on your eyes and streaming down your cheeks as drool fell down your lips and chin. You still looked up at him and let him use you the way he loved to. His other hand moved down the arch of your back to grip at your ass. Smacking it over and over until his hand stinged. After he slid it down your folds and running it over your clit as you gagged on his cock again. He let out a loud groan before spilling down your throat, pulsating in your mouth as he tried pulling out but you clawed and pulled his thighs to keep him in place. He chuckled and ran his hand through your hair gently.

"Cock drunk, huh? Fuck you look hot like that." He said as he rubbed your head again before pulling out of your mouth finally with a soft pop of your lips.

He gets down on top of you with his hands running up and down your thighs as his nails scratched you, letting small scratching bleed as he watched your face.

"Like that? When I mark you up." He murmured, pressing soft kisses and love bites along your neck and collarbone. Sucking hickeys around your shoulders and tits.

"Mhm.. Ethan." You gasped, your hand moving to hold his shoulders gently.

He smiled at your gentleness versus his aggressive behavior. Pressing up his hand to cup your pussy slowly.

"Love you, baby. Treat me so good." He hummed against the nape of your neck.

His index and middle finger finding their way to your folds. running through them to wet them first. He moaned at the feeling and rubbed you softly. Finally his fingers pressed against your entrance and pushed through, he let out a broken cry and bit your shoulder.

"I love you.. you're so tight and beautiful." He whispered under his breath, trying to hold back another moan from how wet you got from him.

He suddenly got up and threw himself between your legs, burying his face between your thighs leaving kisses down to your clit.

"Just fuck my face, please. I deserve to be used by you now." He pleaded before looking up to you.

"O-okay. I got you, Ethan." You mutter, your hand running through his hair to get a good grip. "Love you.."

didn't know how to end it eek

not proofread

enjoy! leave reqs or anything reallyyy

[createasc3ne]

addicted

summary: your bsf cody takes you on a late night drive to confess something..

warnings: kissing and flufffff

comments: based on this post cause why doesn't anyone make fics for codyy, alsooo ill be adding a song later

You and Cody are BEST friends. I mean he is the friend you take on trips, to do errands, even to just go to the grocery store. He knows you so well and you know him better. Every time you're upset, bored, angry, or even just confused he has always found ways to fix it. He's basically your other half. Your parents know it too, they talk about how you two will get married one day. It's been annoying hearing them say that over the years but recently you've been imagining it. I meannn he's attractive, smart, funny. Everything you'd want in a guy, right?

Since you and Cody had become best friends all your friends were his too. So it was just a big friend group that hung out most of the time after school or on weekends. Today is a Friday night so of course all of you are out bowling. Cody drove you there, of course, and you guys caught up to everyone at lane 8.

Every time you were out with the group it was filled with laughter and fun, but also the teasing comments about you and Cody. "Just kiss already!" or "If you're dating now just tell us." You tried to play it off every time but couldn't help the small grin or blush that would creep up your face. Cody would notice too. Tonight was different though. Your friends were weirdly distant with you two, letting you guys do your own thing. Almost like they were trying to set you guys up? They slowly moved until they were using lane 9 while you and Cody were still on 8.

"Are they moving away from us or am I crazy?" Cody muttered as his hand grabbed onto your shoulder.

"No they're definitely moving away." You respond, your eyes squinting trying to get their attention. They ignore you though.

"Are they mad at us or..." He whispered letting his hand let go of you while he went to go deliver the ball on his turn.

You look back over at him, staying a good six feet behind him watching him roll. "I hope not, I mean did we even do anything? Maybe they're just letting us play a separate game?"

Cody nods and finally releases the ball, strike. Turning over to you smirking as he flexes his arms. "Well I don't need them, I'm too good."

You roll your eyes and walk over to grab your ball, "Oh whatever, I'm way better watch out."

You bend down a little as you look over the pins and calculate how you're planning to shoot. He's still grinning, checking you out subtly but your friends are watching him do so. As you hear some whistling and clapping you turn and see your friends making fun of Cody.

"What happened? Why are they doing that" You say approaching him, putting the ball back in the rack.

He's blushing like crazy. His eyes looking anywhere but yours as his hands fidget. He turns to look at your friends making some signal for them to shut up. Your giggles bring his attention back to you.

"What happened? Cmon, I have fomo now." You whisper trying to get something out of him.

He shrugs you off before walking over to your friends, leaving you where you stood to wait for him.

Cody comes back normally, his eyes finally looking into yours again. "Wanna head out? We can get some shakes from in n out if you want?"

You furrow your brows together tilting your head as you looked up at him. "What happened? Why are you being weird?"

He shakes his head, his hand moving to hold your forearm gently wrapping his fingers around you. "Cmonn, they were just being weird I don't know what's up with them.."

You sigh softly as you nod, "Fine but I want fries too, okay?"

He pulls you delicately to leave the bowling alley, rushing to his car and opening the passenger door for you. You hop in and buckle up, watching him run around to get in the drivers seat. You quickly plug your phone into aux to play some music. Your most recent playlist resumes playing, it's The Weeknd's best hits.

He smiles and glances over at you. "My favorite."

You nod and laugh, "I totally knew that."

After buying some chocolate shakes and French fries from in n out he parks in the lot of an empty closed grocery store. It was usual for you guys to just chill in a parking lot and listen to music, him listening to your rants or vice versa. Cody was the easiest person to talk and hang out with. The Weeknd was still playing, right now it was Wicked games. His eyes were looking down from your lips and up to your eyes every few minutes. The way the straw looked between your lips, your eyes lit up from the moonlight hitting from the windshield, and the strand of hair that fell infront of your face as you spoke. His hand quickly came up to put that piece of hair behind your ear sweetly. The small grin on his face as you said a joke and the way he listened so intensively.

"You're such a dork" You kidded as your eyes gazed into his.

He put a hand over his heart playfully faking a small pain as he pouted. "Dork? How could you call me that? Your own best friend."

Your hand comes up to nudge his chest laughing "I'm jokingg"

He stiffens at your touch slightly before playing off and putting a hand on your knee "I know you are." He whispered before laughing as well, more quietly.

His tone and attitude suddenly shifted, from a gentle soft gaze to a more serious and desirable look. He looked nervous but still trying to act cool infront of you. The hand he placed on your knee was slowly tracing circles over your jeans with his middle finger.

"What's wrong" You whisper, your hand coming over to rest over his.

He shakes his head and wets his bottom lip slowly, "Nothing, just looking at you."

You felt your face redden slightly, your eyes moving to look down at his hand and back at him. "Whyy? Do I have something on my face?"

Cody tilted his head and looked you over, scanning your facial features while his hand slid up your thigh. "You're just pretty."

"Shut up, Cody." You spluttered before giggling and leaning back nervously.

"S-sorry." He mumbled as his hand pulled away immediately, "Fuck I thought-"

You laugh and grab his hand, pulling it back on you. "No I'm sorry! I wanted you close don't worry."

He widened his eyes, his hand slowly moving back up again. "Really? You sure?"

"Yeah, positive." You answer shyly.

He smiled at your shy tone and bit the corner of his bottom lip slowly, "I've never, ever, seen you nervous." He commented.

Your face reddens even more than it already had been, your hand stilling on his arm nervously. "I'm not, shut up."

He smirks and leaned over the console slightly, "Can I kiss you, please?"

You just nod and lean in to him, smelling his warm scent of cloves and smoked wood?

His hand slides up to grab at your jaw tenderly, his free hand going back to run over your thigh. Finally, he pressed his lips against yours. You reciprocated instantly, your hands coming up to his shoulders to pull him in. His lips move against yours with fervor, deepening with soft kitten licks against your bottom lip. You part your lips and he takes advantage of it as his tongue slides through to taste you.

After the long passionate makeout session Cody gently pulled back to sit straight in his seat again. His hand tapping yours before he grinned like an idiot. Your left hand still on his shoulder, moving up to cup his face to turn him to you.

"I can't believe we just kissed." You breathe.

He nods and leaned on your hand that held his face, "I'm addicted.. I love you-" he muttered before stuttering and coughing slightly "Shit."

You shake your head quickly moving your free hand to cup the other side of his face, "No stop, I love you too"

"Really? Don't say it cause you feel bad."

He rambled off into a small rant about how he didn't mean to but you interrupt him, "I'm serious. I love you, Cody. A lot."

He let out a soft gasp before nodding and closing his eyes, "Good oh god, I thought I was gonna scare you away fuck." He mumbled before peppering kisses all over your neck and face.

"You could never!" You laugh out before cringing at how cheesy you sounded.

He laughed and turned to face you again, "Love you too."

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tag along

summary: you tag along on a mission of Leons and have to do a stakeout in his car..

warnings: smut

comments: re4 leon btw..

Leon was always working. Weekends, weekdays, holidays. It was exhausting never seeing your boyfriend. I mean he found ways to make it up but you longed for his touch, voice, and face all the time. You had brought it up a few times but you cant argue about something out of his control. Maybe once a week or a few times every month you two would have a good dinner date, unless it was interrupted for a mission then you would hide your feelings of annoyance and try being a supportive girlfriend. He tried taking you to some missions but it never worked out since he would get distracted with you.

It was a Friday night, you had plans with him but they were cancelled for a mission, again. This time though, he called you as he stepped out the office to make his way to the location. His voice raspy as he apologized for the inconvenience.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. My boss just calls me in and I have to come, you know the drill."

"It's okay, it's work, don't worry about it." You say as you try to make it better so he wouldn't feel guilty.

He sighs over the speaker and you can hear him getting into his car slamming the door behind him before a small minute of silence came over the call.

"I mean. This mission isn't too serious? You can tag along." He mentions, trying to clear his throat again to sound nonchalant.

"You sure? I don't want to get you in trouble."

He laughs softly before responding, "You won't get me in trouble, sweetheart."

After agreeing the cal ended so he could drive over and pick you up. You put on some jeans and a light sweater pairing it with your vanilla perfume that Leon always loved. You fixed your hair into a messy bun and heard him pulling into the parking lot. Running downstairs you clipped on your earrings and jogged over to his car to hop in.

He's grinning like an idiot, it had been days since he's seen you. His hands immediately found their way to your waist for a hug. He leaned in to take in your scent.

"My favorite smell.." He whispered before pulling back to press a soft lingering kiss and start driving out the lot.

You couldn't hold back your grin either as you held his hand as he drove.

"I missed you, but are you sure I can come, Leon?" You whisper back worried.

He shakes his head, his hand moving to grab your thigh softly. "Don't worry, it's just a stakeout, nothing serious." He reassures you, his hand squeezing gently.

You nod and sigh softly, "Good. I'm excited then."

As he pulled into the empty junkyard behind a big building. This place was a little creepy but with Leon it was nothing. He was your big bodyguard wherever you went, it helped he was hella protective of his girl. He was 27 and you were 21 but age wasn't a big deal for him. He turned to face you as he put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"You're gorgeous." he said quietly as his hand traced up and down your thigh.

You smile shyly and tilt your head, "You love complimenting me."

He just smiles and nods, "How could I not. I mean, you're my hot girlfriend."

He looks over at the junkyard for a little and back to you.

"It's the first stakeout I don't think much is going to happen." He muttered as he leaned closer to you.

His hand inches up your thigh, closer to where you really wanted him. He knew but wanted you to tell him yourself, he always loved when you told him what to do secretly.

"We can do whatever we want yknow." He rasped as he stared down to your lips and back up at your eyes. "Fuck I got lucky with a gorgeous woman like you, huh?"

You smiled as you teased and ghosted your tongue along his lips, "I got lucky with you too.."

As he felt your tongue on him all the blood rushed down to his groin as he groaned, his hand moving up to cup your jaw and kiss you. His lips pressed into yours as his groans were muffled, his free hand palming his tent in his cargos. You notice and run your hand down his zipper and onto the bulge, grabbing it and feeling his muscles tense. His hips stuttered as he thrusted them up into your hand immediately. His breathing got heavier and his hands grip on your jaw tightened. His tongue kept sliding against yours as he bit down on your bottom lip. You wince mixed with a small whimper and he pulled back quickly.

"Shit, did I take it too far?" He murmured, his thumb running over your lip soothingly.

"No! No no. I liked it, I like when you're rough, Kennedy." You whispered to him as your eyes locked onto his lips again.

He groaned and felt himself almost snap at you calling him by his last name, "Mhm? Rough?" He purred as he brushed his lips along the corner of yours.

You nod quietly as you lean into his touch, his hand moving down to your thighs as he picked you up easily to place you on his lap.

"Cmere, got me all worked up.." he moaned as he felt you adjust on his lap. "Feel that?"

He slowly pressed himself up into you, moving in a circular motion once he saw you biting your lip. You put your hands over where his pecs were under his shirt, gripping as you slowly rocked your hips against his desperately.

"Undo my belt for me, baby." He ordered.

In two quick movements his pants were pulled down to his ankles with his boxers, your hands on his dick stroking him already. His eyes rolled back, from your hands and the way you obediently listened to him.

"Mouth.. your mouth." He growled as he threw his head back but glancing down to check if you were listening.

You quickly moved down to sit in his leg space getting to work. Your tongue flicked out to clean the precum leaking. His hand flew down to your head as he held onto the messy bun you had made earlier. He pushed slightly to see if you cared, once he saw you didn't he put a little more pressure. Your kitten licks turned into his length being buried in your throat. All of his about 7-8 inches. He kept thrusting up to set a pace of basically fucking your throat. As he chased his climax he bit his bottom lip and whimpered. Tears formed in your eyes as you let him go rough on you. Your gags fueled him to go harder as his free hand held your jaw up.

"So fuckin gorgeous- ahh fuck! Sweetheart, you're made for me" He grunted as he tried keeping it together.

He couldn't keep it up as he finally spilled into your throat, slowing down his hips as he rubbed your scalp to try and soothe where he put pressure. He pulled you from your hips up onto his lap.

"Love you.. thank you, baby." he praised as he caught his breath.

You smile and kiss his lips softly. "Anything for you."

After he calmed down you two had talked about everything for a good hour before you still felt you needed him. I mean he never got you off so how couldn't you feel like that? In reality, he just wanted you to beg for him. Your hands were all over his chest and pecs again as you two made out for the third time. His hands held your thighs, rubbing them up and down as he moaned into your mouth. His tongue fought yours as he smiled at your insistence to be dominant in the kiss. He pulled back to look up at you as he groaned.

"Goddamn." He muttered, one of his hands moving to touch your core over your jeans. "I can't pretend I don't want to touch you.."

You just nod and lean back on your hands that held onto his knees tightly. "Mhm.."

He keeps running his thumb over your jeans. "Want me here..?"

"Duh" You laughed out before being silenced by his hands practically ripping your pants off.

He was determined as he threw your jeans in the back and almost tore your panties. He quickly moved his index and middle finger to slide between your folds slowly, excruciatingly slow. You felt your hips roll against his fingers embarrassingly. You were down bad for this man. He smirked and watched you grind onto his hand.

"Just like that, sweetheart" He cooed as he kept his dumb little smirk.

He could feel you throbbing on his fingers and sighed as he slowly slid his fingers to coat them in your juices. Finally sliding both into you. He groaned loudly and looked up at you.

"So tight, god you'd suck me right in, huh?" He teased as his eyes stayed on yours, watching every reaction.

That damn handsome grin that got you interested with him in the first place. And it was grinning from how desperate you were for Leon. Your face heated up as you felt the ache in your stomach more than before. The coiling tension was closer than ever and he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

"Leon!" You whined.

He quickly slid those fingers in your mouth to shut you up as his free hand wrapped around his dick. Stroking it as he watched you suck his fingers clean from any remnants of you. He whimpered quietly and tried covering it up with a small cough. You noticed but didn't comment or react, you never want to embarrass him, but it was a cute whimper.

"Want this dick, baby? I know you're needy tonight." He muttered as he tugged himself a few more times. "You're going to take all of it, right?"

You nod frantically and he quickly puts you back in the passenger seat, chasing as he got on top of you and between your legs.

"Good girl." he praised as he pushed himself in, inch by inch.

He let you get used to the size as he stretched you out. As he saw you relax he picked the pace up, starting to snap his hips up into you.

"So good for me. You're perfect, sweetheart." he grunted as he fucked into you.

His hands held your hips, tilting your pelvis for you so he could find that sweet spot. When he did he went harder and pounded into you. You could hear his car squeaking but the sound quickly got covered by your moans and cries.

"Leon! Fuck..!" You cried out as your hands got under his shirt and your nails scratched his shoulder blades and back. Marking him up.

He shifted slightly to lift one of your legs higher finally hitting your cervix perfectly. Your back arched and your head threw itself back as he kept his relentless pace, the sounds of smacking flesh and smell of sex filled the car. His hand moved up to hold onto the window, leaving a long smear from the fog as both of his hands moved to both sides of your head on the car seat that was rolled all the way back. His brows furrowed together, feeling himself get closer. He rolled down into you a few more times seeing how you were edging that climax as well.

"Sweetheart, cum for me.. So perfect." He praised quietly as his lips found your neck, leaving small love bites and kisses along the nape of your neck.

You kept moaning and crying out his name until your orgasm hit you, hard. He slowed his pace to not overstimulate you too much. He had finished too but played it off as he enjoyed the look on your face as you came.

"How was that.. Did it make up for all the missed days?" He asked as he grinned and kissed your forehead.

"Definitely. That was.."

"Perfect. You're made for me, I swear to god.." He breathed as his hands squeezed your waist.

"What a fun stakeout, Kennedy.."

"Call me that again and I'll fuck your brains out.. again."

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after party

summary: you and boyfie ethan go to his place after a halloween party..

warnings: smut.. also switch!Ethan

comments: trust me im working on the other recs and fics but I had to write this rq in honor of ethan bae

It's 11:47pm on a saturday night. You and Ethan had gone to a party with Chad and tara. All your costumes matched (Scooby doo costumes, you and Ethan were daphne and fred) and it was planned to be some sort of double date but eventually you guys all dispersed. You had maybe drinken about 3 drinks and Ethan had one, but it still made him clingy as fuck. He was all over you the moment alcohol touched his lips. Following you like a dog with his hands on your waist every where you went. Honestly, it was cute? Your hands always found their way back to his shoulders as you two rocked to the music playing in the background. His pupils were dialated already every time he was with you, but tonight they seemed bigger. The way his thumb would gently run over your waist and your hip as he talked to you. The eye contact he physically could never break. He was perfect.

You finally asked him to leave after the bright lights were trying to give you a headache, he happily agreed. The both of you tried to find Chad and Tara to say bye but a text was the easier way out. After making your way through the drunk crowd from the house party Ethan grabbed your hand and led you down to the side walk. His fingers intertwined with yours as you felt his knuckles squeeze softly.

"You look amazing, baby" He whispered as he smiled to himself, staring down at your side profile as you looked ahead.

You glance up at him to flash a smile back, slowly walking closer to him to feel his arm brush against yours.

"Shut up" You mutter.

He laughed and pulled your hand up to kiss the back of your hand gently.

Ethan closed the door behind him as you walked into his apartment, taking your shoes off as you stretched your arms, huffing slightly. You start walking towards his bedroom before leaning on his doorframe to tilt your head at him.

"I'm so tired" You say as you look at him taking his jacket off, biting your bottom lip softly.

You smirk slightly and he catches it immediately, giving you a slight flex of his biceps before answering you.

"Wanna get ready for bed? I'll put a movie on for background noise?" He responded before hanging his jacket up and looking back down at you.

You just nod and giggle as you go to the bathroom to take your makeup off. He follows you after he changed into pjs and wraps his arms around your waist. His hands slowly squeezed your sides before pulling you back onto him. As you try to ignore him and keep washing your face he leans his face down into your shoulder. He was still insanely clingy, from one drink. You could feel his soft lips trailing up your collarbone and down your neck slowly.

"You smell really good." He mumbled before continuing to leave pecks around your neck and temples.

His hands move up to the hem of your dress, tugging it down slowly as he looked at you through the mirror. A soft look in his eyes asking for permission. You nod and he keeps pulling it down till it was off of you. His hands came up to your breasts as he kneaded gently. He kept eye contact through the mirror as he kept kissing your shoulder.

"God.. you're so hot" He whispered as he pressed himself against you from behind.

You put down the towel after drying your face and turn around to look up at him. His hands pulling away to hold your hips. You two stare at each other for a bit before he finally kissed you. Slow at first until he deepened it by sliding his tongue past your lips. You gasp quietly and wrap your arms around his shoulders quickly. He lets out a soft groan as he moved his hands down to your ass. Pulling away he picks you up to place you on the sink before he leaned back in and groaned again. His hands gripping your ass to pull you against his chest. He bit and dragged your bottom lip as his hand moved up to grab your neck. He pulled back to check if you were okay before his hand moved down your inner thigh, teasing you slightly as he left small love bites on your collar bone. Your back arches towards him and you tilt your head to the side to give him more working space. He smiles and moves his other hand to unbuckle his belt quickly. You hear the sound of a small clink as his belt hits the ground, his pants already down to his ankles as he stepped out of them.

"Take my shirt off" He commanded.

You quickly listen and pull his shirt over his arms and head, throwing it against the wall before you pulling him into a kiss again. He deepened it immediately as he grabbed you from behind your head and dominated your mouth. His groans got louder as he pressed himself against you, his boxers becoming impossibly tighter. Your hand goes down to tug at his boxers teasing him as his hooded eyes made their way to look down at your face. His pupils dilated more as they stare down into your eyes and lips. He smiled and held your face as he pecked your pouted lips softly.

"You're a tease, sweetheart." He said as his thumb ran over your lip, dragging it to the right slowly.

You stick your tongue out to lick the pad of his thumb as you grin back.

"Sorry.. just want you." You whisper to him as you felt his thumb press against your thumb to silence you.

He whined as you pulled away and got off the counter, quickly replacing it with a soft groan as you turned to lead him to the bed. His eyes on your ass and hips swaying the whole walk down the hall. He quickly pulled you and picked you up to speed the process and threw you onto his bed. You giggle and pull him by the boxers to get up with you. he obliges. His body slotted in between your thighs as he smirked, his slight dimples showing themselves from the moonlight in the window above his bed. His eyes twinkling as he scanned over your face and chest. He lowered his head between your breasts as his tongue darted out to leave small wet stripes along your nipples. You reply with small shudders and giggles. He moans softly as he felt your hips lift to brush against his erection. He quickly moved his hand to your throat and grabbed it roughly.

"Fuck, babe. Hold on." He rasps as he let his head drop down to pant. "I don't wanna cum so fast damn it."

You smile and put a hand over his that held your throat. "It's cute I can make you finish fast."

He groaned as he lifted his head to glare at you. "I wanna make it last all night."

You roll your eyes and lift your hips again as an attempt to get any friction. "So stubborn.."

He bit his lip as he watched you, the way you were so desperate for him definitely got him going.

"Fuck.. you really need me?" He said as he tightened his grip on your throat, not enough to hurt you, but enough where it felt amazing from his big hands.

You nod as you bat your lashes up at him, giving him your big innocent eyes he always fell for. His hands moved back to hook his waistband and rip his boxers off of him. He crawled back on top of you, his dick brushing over your thigh as he left a trail of kisses from your stomach all the way to your ear before he nibbled on your lobe gently.

"I'll give you what you need.." He whispered as his voice deepened slightly. His head dipping down to capture your lips with his.

He muffled out a whimper against your hair as he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding himself along your slit to prepare the both of you. He kept stifling out whimpers and whines as he cried out your name.

"Y/n.. Baby, fuck. You're so wet f'me, huh?" He murmured as he kept sliding himself against you.

Your moans motivated him to finally slide in the tip. Slowly he inched himself in as he moaned loudly. He leaned up to stand on his knees to look down at you, all of you. His hands gripped your hips to pull you up and let him start pistoling himself into you quickly. Your breasts bounced as you gripped the bedsheets. Moans poured out of your mouth before he leaned down to swallow them all and kiss you passionately. He pulled back again to sit up and keep slamming himself into you relentlessly. You could feel yourself teetering along the edge and he noticed. His left hand moving down between where you two connected.

"So close.. you are too." he stated as his thumb rubbed your clit gently.

You nod quickly as your hands hold onto his wrist keeping him there. He grins at your response and rub your clit faster as he kept pushing into you.

"You're so sexy, fuck. Look at me when you finish, baby." He said as he kept going even harder.

His brown curls sticking to his forehead as his hazel stared into yours. His pants getting louder as long as his groans and whimpers. He tried hiding them at first but at this point he was too turned on to care. He wiped his forehead before moving that hand to slide his index and middle finger in your mouth. You complied and sucked his fingers enthusiastically with soft moans. He groaned back as his movements slowed down, his cock twitching at every new sensation from you.

"Love you.. love you so much, y/n" he cried out as he finally came inside you, he tried to keep up his movements before he realized you finished at the same time.

You both rode your orgasms out as he laid on top of you to press little kisses around your face.

"Too good f'me." He muttered before laying down next to you to pull you into a hug. "Cuddle with me, baby."

You giggle and hold his face to look over his freckles and cute eyes. "Love you too.."

He smiled warmly before rubbing your waist and moving his hands around your lower back to deepen the embrace.

"Way better than an after party, hm?"

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coworkers?

summary: one bed on a work journalist trip one shot..?

warning: fluff into mild smut..?

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Stephen Glass. He was a shy, reserved, and focused coworker. You never really knew anything about him other than the fact he was your work crush. His glasses and nerdy demeanor pulled you in immediately. He was also a decent journalist, he wasn’t the best, but the way he wrote you could read for hours.. 

Your boss informed you of the writers retreat/trip and you knew you and Stephen would share a room. But you didn’t know it was one bed though..

Stephen offered you a ride the day before, he didn’t want you to drive alone for two hours on a friday night. And you didn’t want to either. At the hotel you guys had to wait for cleaning services to end, sitting side by side and talking about the trip and how excited he was. He rambled on topics they would be going over and how he wanted to learn all these new things. What a dork. You just smiled and nodded at everything he said, oogling his nose, eyes, lips, jaw. Anything to not look down at the way he was manspreading right next to you. 

“I’m just excited we finally got the funds to go on a free retreat, you?” He asked as he looked at you smiling.

“Yeah. This is better than working on Monday so of course.” You reply as you smile back at him. 

After getting your keys you both head up the stairs to your room. He lead the way as he kept talking about this trip and his recent piece from work. He unlocked the door quickly before pausing on the conversation. 

“There must be some mistake, one bed?” He muttered before looking back at the door number.

“Oh, should we go fix it at the front desk?” You ask as you smiled to yourself.

He thinks before answering, putting his bags down, “I can sleep on the floor it’s fine, I don’t want to bother the staff so late.” 

You lift an eyebrow as you laugh quietly, “We can share the bed its fine?” 

He turned to face you with his eyes wide open, “Hm-what? You sure?”

“I insist. I don’t want you to be on the floor that’s gross.” You say as you smile warmly, putting your bags down by the dresser.

“If you insist..” He says smiling back with his little dorky grin.

You had showered before him, already comfy in your pajamas in the right side of the bed. He came out of the steaming bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. His gaze locked on the floor as he awkwardly scrambled to get his pajamas. 

“Sorry, forgot to take my stuff.” He mumbled as he looked through his suitcase, belt over in his little white towel. 

You stared at his back muscles and down to his back dimples, perfectly even on each side of his spine. He looked so good. He turned and you looked at your phone again. He glanced down to your legs and back up to your face.

“I-uhm.” He muttered before walking back to the bathroom and locking the door.

You laugh to yourself and put your phone down. Letting down your hair and unbuttoning one button on your pjs as you laid back against the headboard, waiting for him. Your plan was to get him to crack. It’s been weeks of this on and off flirting and awkward silences. 

He came back out fully dressed in some grey sweats and a white tshirt. You stared down at him smiling softly, waiting patiently for him to take any of the signals she was sending. him. Stephen took his glasses off slowly as he approached the bed, setting them down on the nightstand as he turned the lamp on and the bedroom light off. 

“Comfy?” He asked as he gave a thumbs up with his brows furrowed, waiting for your response.

“Very.” You responded as your hand inched closer to him. 

He still hadn’t caught on, getting comfortable in bed and pulling the sheets over his waist, leaning against the headboard like you. He turned to face you smiling sheepishly, he finally saw your hand and blushed lightly flooded his cheeks, his freckles more prominent over his blushing. 

“You alright, Stephen?” You ask teasingly.

He swallows, hard. His adams apple bobbing as his eyes roamed over your shirt, noticing the unbuttoned buttons. ‘Good lord’ He thought as his eyes went back to your face. He groaned softly as his hand moved towards yours.

“Is it weird if I say you look.. amazing?” He whispered, his hand meeting yours to intertwine. 

“Not weird at all, I was actually waiting on it.” You whispered back as you pulled his hand, bringing him closer. 

He gasped as he found himself on top of you, breathing heavy and eyes gazing into yours. 

“You sure we should do this..? We’re coworkers and we have the retreat tomorrow and-“ 

You cut him off pressing your lips against his. He whimpers and reciprocates, his right hand moving to grab some of your hair, his left moving down your side to your hip. His hair fell over your forehead as he kept whimpering, all the sounds muffled against your mouth as you deepened the kiss. His hips bucked down into your thighs as he groaned and pulled away from your lips.

“M’sorry.. You- I can’t.” He breathed out, his eyes looking down at your swollen lips. The hair that he hand in your hair moved to your lips. Running over them gently. “So pretty.” 

Your lips parted and your eyes darted to his. He gasped quietly as his thumb pressed against your bottom lip. Asking for some type of permission with his eyes. His blown wide pupils staring into yours as his thumb made its way past your lips and pushed against your tongue. He let out the most angelic whimper known to man as his hips bucked again, harder. You move your tongue against his thumb, licking up and down and twirling around the pad of it. Your own hand moved down to his sweats at you tugged the waistband. 

“God please, y/n. You’re so perfect.” He whined as he helped you and pulled his sweats and boxers down for you, his hardened cock hit his stomach. His thumb pulled out of your mouth with a soft pop and a groan from him. He licked off the saliva off his thumb before moving both of his hands down to your thighs. Squeezing and running over the plush skin of your legs. He slowly pressed his cock between your thighs, a loud long groan coming from him as he moved his hips. 

Stephen Glass, your coworker, was literally fucking your thighs. You could have never imagined or guessed you would be doing this on a random friday night, at a work retreat especially.

Your hand flew to his hair, pulling at his blonde locks gently, his eyes moving back up to your face as he leaned into a messy desperate kiss. His tongue pushing into your mouth as his hips thrusted faster into your thighs. 

“You’re so soft.. and sexy.” He whimpered

He was okay at dirty talk, but it made it cuter how he tried. His big blue eyes gazing into yours, his swollen red lips parted as he breathed against your neck heavily and quickly. Your other free hand moved to hold his hip and gripped it roughly. He replied with a soft whimper as he paused. 

“Wait.. this won’t be weird at the event tomorrow, right?” 

“No. I’m excited to see how you act in fact. I can think about how you thigh fucked me, hm?” You whispered into his ear.

He moaned quietly as he buried his face into the nape of your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses. “You’re the best coworker..” He whispered back

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obsessed..

summary: ethan just being possessive and shy at the same time with you :3

warnings: stalking? idk what else..

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You and Ethan weren’t too close, other than mild flirting time to time. Friends of friends mostly though. Whenever he came over it was the usual nod in your direction or a rare wave. Sometimes even some compliments back and forth after drinks at chad and his apartment. He went to frat parties occasionally but just stood in corners, faked taking shots, and kept on his phone. If you were there though, his eyes would always be all over you immediately. You could tell there was something dark about him though. The way he was always lurking everywhere you went, passing your dorm, even staring through crowds on the subway. It was creepy, but endearing weirdly. He seemed almost jealous everytime you and chad interacted, or if you interacted with anyone matter of fact. Thing is, he liked you, it was obvious. And you liked him too.

One day at a frat party you were with Anika drinking and playing beer pong. Excusing yourself you ran through the crowd to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you and facing the mirror as you fixed your black tube top and the mini black skirt you chose specifically since you knew Ethan was coming. You ran your hands through your hair, hyping yourself up to go up to him. Finally after a few minutes you went back out, meeting Ethan almost pressed against the door, stumbling back as he looked down at you. He looked red and nervous.

“Shit. I-I. I was waiting for the bathroom.” He muttered as he stared into your eyes to not let them wander down your outfit.

“Well it’s open now?” You whisper as you smile up at him. Moving some hair out of your face to look at his outfit. “You look nice, Landry”

He nodded quietly as he bit his bottom lip, eyes finally running down your chest to your navel ring. “You too.” He mumbled as his hand itched to touch you.

You notice but just laugh it off. “You’re so awkward.. I’m gonna go back to beer pong.”

He quickly grabs your wrist, gentle but firm. “With who?” He asks as his eyes squinted to look behind you.

“Just our friends weirdo. Wanna come?” You reply as you pull your wrist away.

He nodded, “Sorry, there’s just a lot of creeps here yknow.. frat guys.”

“If you wanted me to invite you just say that next time.” You whisper again as you smile.

He always had that look to him, no ine ever knew what he was thinking or if he was mad. Who knows? But it sure as hell creeped you out, and slightly turned you on.

After the game of beer pong Ethan was no where to be seen. You glanced around the room for him, he was gone. Asking around didnt help since everyone was basically drunk or high, probably both. You decided to go home since there wasnt a point to the party, Ethan was the reason you went.

At home you slipped your shoes and jacket off, walking to your living room to turn the tv on as you changed clothes. Your small pink nightgown and some pink socks, letting your hair down as well. But the tv news broadcast was on, “Ghostface strikes again 5 minutes ago”. You turn the tv off as you sighed, this whole ghostface thing scared you more than it shouldve, but who wouldnt be scared? A guy in a halloween costume killing random people? As you made yourself some tea you heard a knock on your window, something your ex used to do.

Walking over you’re smiling to yourself, shouting out, “I know it’s you dummy”

At the window you dont see anyone, just bushes and the courtyard behind your dorm. You wait for a few seconds, maybe just the wind? When you finally go back to your kitchen you hear it again, except this time you see a ghostface mask. Freezing up you drop the tv remote, staring at the mask that was now tilting in a somewhat teasing way. The person made their way into your window, climbing carefully and not knocking anything down as they approached you.

“Please.” Was the only thing that could come out of your mouth, you were scared for you life, what else could you even say?

The mask pulled off, revealing Ethan? He stared down at you, his gloved hand came up to cup your face gently, “Y/n.. I didn’t mean to scare you I’m sorry you’re just so.. I can’t leave you alone, need to know youre safe.” He whispered as he pressed his thumb against your cheek.

You just stare up at him, was this some sort of dumb joke? Your crush of 2 years was standing in front of you in a serial killer costume? And why was it hot?

“Ethan. Is this your way of being funny? It’s scary.” You mumbled as you tried to not stumble over your words, your hands shaking at your sides.

“I just. I wanna make sure you’re okay. I saw you got frightened from the news, I felt so bad I can’t just hold you all the time. Fuck, I care about you so much y/n” He rambled as he covered his face with his hands, wiping his face as he looked back down at you.

His brown curls covering his forehead, brown eyes eyeing you as he waiting for a response. He was out of breath and shaking. Shaking cause he didnt want to be shot down and he didnt want you to be scared of him. After all, this was all for you.

“What? What are you doing here! In a ghostface mask and blood on your gloves..” You whisper as you see the red stains on his shoes and hands, some splatters along his neck.

He stares at you, unwavering his gaze as he bit his bottom lip nervously. “I never knew how to tell you. I genuinely love you so..” He said as he got down to his knees slowly, his hands going to the sides of your thighs, “So so much.. I hate seeing you with anyone but me.”

You stare down at him, “But you’re a killer, arent you?”

He just nods before burying his head between your legs and whimpering before he broke out in tears. “I’m in idiot.. This isnt how this was supposed to go.” He just rubbed your thighs before looking back up at you, cheeks tears soaked and eyes glossy and puffy.

“No Ethan I like you, but you’re telling me you’re ghostface how am I supposed to react?” You reply as your hand goes through his hair gently, it felt better than you had ever imagined.

He whimpered again and threw his head back for you, “It’s all for you. I’d kill for you.” He mumbled as he bit back more tears.

“For me? How for me? You dont talk to me.”

“All for you, I knew from the moment I met you i loved you..” He whimpered as he scooted closer to you as he remained on his knees.

Your eyes gaze into his as you smile softly, why were you smiling? He’s a killer and you feel over the moon that he said he would literally kill for you.

It’s romantic, right..?

-idk this one seemed like it steered off the rec but i lwk liked it :3

-not proofread

-whoever did rec if you didnt like resubmit i can redo!! :3