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about me: 🪼 . she/her . sturniolos . jack champion . jamie campbell bower . taylor swift ♡ . conan gray ☆ . olivia rodrigo ౨ৎ . certified matt girl .

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reqs: requests are always on!

feel safe to dm me with anything <3 tpwk!

I love every single reader ♡

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can someone PLEASE send me a list of long (completed) henry creel x reader fics on ao3 or wattpad🥹🙏🙏

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petition for jamie to come back to quinn as henry and speak to me like this 

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jamies hands appreciation post

dont mind me over here😇

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actual footage of me listening to the new trials ep OH MY GOD.

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im planning on writing henry creel smut soon, reqs r open for any ideas!😊

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someone PLEASE needs to drop the new trials ep for free🥹😊🙏

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Current Boyfriend - E. Landry

ethan x fem!reader

Summary: After seeing the current boyfriend trend on TikTok, you decided to prank Ethan while you open Sonny Angels together.

Warnings: no use of y/n, pretty much just fluff!

“Today me and my current boyfriend will be eating Wingstop,” played from your phone as you sat on your bed. The trend had popped up on your feed a few times already today, and each one was funnier than the last. Your own boyfriend, Ethan, was in class now, but he’d be over soon, and you thought it’d be fun to try the prank on him. 

A few days ago, Ethan had bought you two Sonny Angels, and you decided to wait until the two of you were together to open them. This was your perfect way into the prank. Ethan arrived home soon after you had made up your silly plan. He walked through the door, immediately dropping his bag on the table that sits at the entry to your dorm. 

“Hey, Eth,” you smiled, walking towards him, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hi, pretty,” he spoke gently into your neck, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, fingers brushing against you softly. 

You pulled back, looking up at his tall stature, placing both of your hands on his chest as you spoke, “Will you make an unboxing video with me? Of the blindboxes you got me?” You question sweetly, your head tilting to the side.

“Of course I will,” Ethan smiled back, his thumb stroking your side. 

You yelp a quick “yay!” in response before running to prop your phone up on your table, pulling two chairs right next to each other. Your Sonny Angels that are already on the table are moved by you to sit in front of your phone. 

“Come sit,” you say excitedly, already biting back the laughs you know will slip out when you execute your plan. Ethan takes a seat in the chair next to yours, his elbows resting on the table, one hand reaching out to grab one of the blind boxes. You start the video, the corners of your mouth lifting slowly.

“Okay, I’m here with my current boyfriend, and we’re gonna open-” Your sentence is quickly cut off by Ethan, who slightly smacks his hand on the table.

“Current?” He says in a shocked yelp, his teeth showing in a smile that almost breaks your character. 

“Yeah, you’re currently my boyfriend,” You say with a smile, “Anyway, we’re opening Sonny Angels.”

“Woah woah woah no, no, current? Who’s next?” He giggles out as a question, his eyebrows furrowing at you. 

You ignore him, reaching out to grab the box, your fingers tearing off the thin plastic that surrounds the box, “We have the cat series because that’s my new favorite,” you grin at the camera, turning to Ethan, expectedly, “Open it, Ethan.” 

“Okay, I’ll open my current Sonny Angel ‘cause it’ll be done with later,” He says sarcastically, his eyes crinkling in a laugh, that turns into an eyeroll.

“Shut up sassy, say which ones you want…I want the calico, the white one, or uhhh…the grey one,” You speak, looking to Ethan to wait for his response. 

“I would be okay with any of them, since it’s yours anyway.” You roll your eyes at his boring response, but the smile quickly returns to your face. 

“Let's do it at the same time,” You say, opening your box to take out the bag, Ethan doing the same, “3…2…1!” Your hands quickly rip open the plastic, eyes landing on the black cat in your bag.

“Oh my god, it’s so cute,” You say, but your eyes catch sight of the calico Ethan has revealed, and you shout in excitement.

“Oh my god, Ethan, gimme! It’s adorable. Oh my god, I’m so happy, yay!” You giggle, your hands brushing over the toy.

Ethan laughs, pressing a kiss on top of your head, “Cutie,” He breathes out. 

“Oh, and sorry, you aren’t my current boyfriend…you got pranked!” 

“Wow, really? You got me so good,” Ethan says sarcastically, hand reaching out to slap your arm gently. You put on a pout, smiling as your eyes roll at him. “Okay whatever, current boyfriend,” You tease as you end the video.

This is based off a TikTok I saw! Also sorry I know this is shorter than I normally write :(

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i just found your account and your writing is SO GOOOOOOD. thank god someone is out here keeping the jack champion fandom alive 🙏🙏

thank u so so much i appreciate u im glad i can supply ur needs😭😭🙌🤍🤍

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Queen do you think you could do a fic where it’s like reader always bosses Ethan around in public (which I think you may have done similar before) but it lowkey pisses him off because he knows in private(not just necessarily sex) it’s like total opposite, like she never doesn’t listen to him in private and he’s try to either make that know to their friends or make her follow those dynamics in public too? Sorry if this is gibberish😔

Also it can be smut or no smut whatever you think is best

Boss - E. Landry

afab!reader x ethan

Summary: After constantly being teased for being bossed around by his girlfriend, Ethan creates a plan to prove to his friends who really is boss.

Warnings: smut, p in v, dom!Ethan, use of y/n, degradation

Everyone knew you wore the pants in your relationship with Ethan, but did you really? Ethan, being the shy dorky guy he was, took a while to warm up to people, but once he did, boldness or confidence was never a question with him. The boy you knew at the beginning of your relationship, the one who blushed when you held his hand, had turned into someone who was in control. Whether it was in the bedroom or everyday life, he was always looming protectively, and of course, you loved it. You always listened to everything he told you to do, you even thought it was hot, and it became a normalcy in your life.

But that Ethan wasn’t the Ethan everyone else knew. They still knew the shy, dorky Ethan who let his girlfriend boss him around, and he was okay with it until the teasing started.

“You walk him like a dog, y/n,” Mindy giggled, her eyes following Ethan as he walked to the kitchen to grab the water you had asked for.

“She does not!” Ethan exclaimed, his eyes narrowing at Mindy as he filled up a glass of water. 

“Ethan is the type of guy to call her mommy,” Tara declared, her head falling back in laughter and her hand slapping against her knee.

Ethan rolled his eyes at the statement, his cheeks flushing red. That definitely wasn’t true. Why do you never defend him? He didn’t want to walk around letting people think you were his boss for much longer, but he needed to figure out a way to prove it. 

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You and Ethan lay on your bed in the apartment you shared with Sam, Tara, and Quinn. They had been out since noon, but planned to return with the rest of your friend group around seven. 

“Pleaseeee y/n,” Ethan whined, “We’ll be quick, I promise,” He continued, tugging on your sleeve.

Your eyes find their way over to the clock that hangs on your wall; it’s 6:42. Were you really gonna let him convince you? Eh, probably, you think to yourself with a shrug.

“Okay,” you give in, pulling him on top of you, hands threading deep in his curls.

Ethan quickly starts to work rough kisses down your neck, his hands sliding down to your waistband, fingers dipping inside with no precision, only desperation

“Tell me you need this, y/n,” Ethan pants against your lips, fingers gripping your hips.

“P-please, Ethan,” You whimper, hips bucking up towards his touch, eager to feel his hard dick fill you up. 

With a grin, he sheds you of your shorts, taking your lacey panties along with them, his fingers finding their way to your folds immediately. Your head falls back onto the pillow, eyes squeezing shut and mouth hanging open as his long, rough fingers feel their way through your wetness. 

“You want my cock, princess?” Ethan questions, leaning up onto his knees, and tugging down his sweatpants, along with his boxers.

“Yes, Ethan, please..p-please,” A moan escapes your lips with your words, your hands wrapping around him and pulling him back down to you. 

Ethan presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck as he begins to line himself up with your entrance, “Remember, baby, we’re being quick,” He mutters into your ear, to which you can only respond with a few nods through your eagerness. His plan was working, Ethan knew your friends would be here soon, and he wanted to show them who was the boss between you. Maybe it’s a little fucked up, he thought to himself as he pushed inside you, you know, wanting your friends to hear how your girlfriend falls apart for you, but he truly couldn’t care less once he heard the way you whined and writhed against him as his cock plunged in and out of you. Minutes ticked by on the clock, his eyes repeatedly glancing over to the increasing numbers. 

“Yeah, take it like a little slut,” Ethan grunted loudly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as your cries turned to silence, to fucked out to make a sound. “That’s my good girl, huh? Taking this big cock like a whore…I want you to cum on this cock, c'mon," Ethan encouraged, thrusting deeper into you, your legs shaking as you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“Nngh! Ethan, please..f-fuck! Oh my god, I’m cumming!” You yelp, your fingers scratching long lines of red down his back, hips bucking up to meet his final thrusts. Ethan fell apart with you, his head falling to your chest, loud groans passing through his throat. 

Your chests heaved against each other, and Ethan slowly extended his arms, pushing himself off of you with a grin. His eyes quickly found the clock that read 6:58 on the wall.

“See, not too bad,” He jokes, finding both of your pants on the ground, throwing yours to you before sliding on his own. He walks over to you, reaching out for your arms and pulling you up to your feet.

You make your way to your bedroom door, not expecting the sight of your whole friend group sitting on your couch as you walk out, Ethan trailing behind you. 

“Did you gu-” you start, to which you are immediately cut off by Chad.

“Yep,” he grins, “Didn’t know you had it in you, Landry,” he teases with a smile, as everyone else on the couch nods in agreement. 

You turn around to find a grinning Ethan, seemingly proud of this new approval. 

“Go sit down,” He orders, and at that point you know it’ll be better to just listen.

Have to see my ex tmmr! #torture

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I WANT HORNY AT 3 AM ETHAN LANDRY. IN CHAT ☹️☹️

I do not know if you meant something by in chat I was a bit confused but here yay!

Middle of the Night - E. Landry

afab!reader x ethan

Summary: After having a not so innocent dream about you, Ethan wakes up a bit horny.

Warnings: smut, p in v, kinda dom Ethan but he also gets babied a bit, use of y/n.

it was like your 100th time in a row sleeping at Ethan’s, but come on, he was quite the perfect boyfriend, so why would you spend your time anywhere else? The two of you had a quiet night, watching a few movies before deciding to settle down into bed around 12. 

Ethan lies next to you, his eyes opening slowly, pupils adjusting to the dark room. As the fleeting thoughts of you in his dream left his mind, he glanced down to see the tent growing in his pants. This isn’t the first time he’s had a sex dream about you, but it’s certainly the first time he’s woken up next to you after one.

Ethan’s eyes find the small digital clock sitting on his bedside table, the time reading 3:18 A.M. He turns back to you, admiring your sleeping body, so gentle and calm, a state he’s grown fond of seeing you in. His brain begins to play tug of war with the idea of waking you up, which he knows is selfish, or letting you rest. 

His head sinks into his pillow, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to get the sexual thoughts out of his mind, but when he looked back and noticed the way your tank top's strap was falling off your shoulder, he couldn’t hold himself back. 

Ethan shifts slightly, his arm snaking down to your thigh, and his cold nose bumping your neck before he starts to press slow kisses down your skin. His hand moves up, finding its way to your clothed pussy, his fingers testing the water, hoping to wake you up.

When you feel the familiar sensation, your eyes open groggily and confused, your sleepy gaze lowering to Ethan’s arm that lies under the blanket

“Ethan?” you question with a sigh, “What are you doing?”

“Please,” Ethan whimpers with a slight whine into your ear, ”need you so bad.”

Your eyes follow the same path to the clock that Ethan’s did, and as they adjust to the shining red numbers on the screen, you huff.

“Ethan, it’s too late,” you state exasperatedly, your hand reaching up to stroke his hair.

“Please y/n,” Ethan begs, his fingers grazing your clit through your panties. Your head falls back onto the pillow, a whimper leaving your lips. His idea wasn’t entirely crazy, you think to yourself. Who will it hurt? You don't have any classes until 2 P.M. tomorrow, so who cares if you're up a little late? 

“What do you need, Ethan?” you give in, turning your head to find his eyes in the dark room.

“Need to fuck you,” He whines against your neck, his hips shifting forward to slightly grind onto your thigh.

“Okay, come here, baby,” you say softly, pulling on his shirt, motioning for him to get on top of you. 

Ethan quickly makes his way above you, one of his legs between yours, the other resting to the left of your thigh. You watch as he swiftly pulls off his shirt, eager to begin his gentle attack on your body. His hands immediately find their way under your tank top, sliding up to your breasts, squeezing the mounds and pinching your nipples. He reaches back down the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, his lips finding your nipple almost instantly. Ethan sucks and bites a bit, his other hand ravishing your body, moving its way down to your thighs, slipping between your legs.

“Fuck Ethan,” you moan, your arms wrapping around his body, pulling him down closer to you. It’s not long before your hands are trailing to the waistband of his plaid PJ pants, looking up at him for permission.

Ethan tugs off his pants, along with his boxers as a simple response, his arms reaching out to grasp the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down and off, your panties also being discarded in the process. 

“Please,” you gasp out through a whimper, your hand grasping his hard cock that pulses against your skin.

“Mm, I’m gonna give it to you so good,” Ethan whispers seductively into your ear, pressing kisses down your jaw before shifting his hips down, toying with your pussy for a second before adjusting to slip his dick into you.

As his hard cock pushes into you, filling you up slowly, your hands scratch down his back, moaning his name desperately. Ethan’s body shakes when he’s all the way inside you, and he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, in gentle fluid motions. Your hand reaches up behind his head and tugs his lips down to you, sloppily pressing them against yours, tongues fighting each other in need. 

“Feel good?” Ethan questions when he pulls back from your lips, his hips now moving faster, the slapping sounds of your antics filling the room. A nod is the only thing you can get out in response, your legs spreading further for him, allowing him to hit deeper inside of you. It’s not much longer after till you feel yourself getting close. 

“Fuck, gonna make me cum y/n,” Ethan grunts against your neck, a whimper falling from his throat. 

“Please, baby, I need to cum with you so bad,” you cry out, your eyes squeezing shut, and your nails continue to scratch down his back. 

Ethan’s movements become harder and more erratic, his hands both resting on opposite sides of your head. Ethan looks down to see the way your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, and he can’t hold back anymore. 

“S-shit! Fuck y/n I'm cumming,” He exclaims, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he rides out his high.

“Ethan!” you moan, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as your body floods with ecstasy from your orgasm. His movements slow against you, heavy pants coming from his mouth, his chest heaving over you. 

“Thank you,” he sighs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’m sorry I woke you up,” he states with a grin. 

A fucked out giggle leaves your mouth. “You do not need to apologize.” Your words slur together, your tiredness finding you again. Ethan shifts off you, quickly pulling you to cuddle up against him, his chest a little sweaty from your actions. 

“I love you y/n, goodnight pretty girl,” Ethan speaks softly, his hand resting in your hair, fingers coming through the strands.

“I love you too, Ethan,” you say gently, your head tucking further into his chest, and your eyes drifting closed. 

I love doing requests! next fic will probably be a fluffy idea I've had for a while 😊

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Texts with bf!ethan

warnings: hints at gf!ethan, sexual jokes

this was fun yay! always taking fic requests😊

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Masterlist

✩ fluff; ✯ suggestive; ✭ smut

-Ethan Landry

Done Studying Yet? ✯ ✩

A Little Drunk ✩

Wait, You Like Me? ✩

Just This ✭

Texts with bf!ethan ✯✩

Middle of the Night ✭

Boss ✭

Current Boyfriend ✩

-Matt Sturniolo

Meddle About (series that unfortunately will not be continued)

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Just This - E. Landry

fem!reader x ethan

Summary: Since Chad is home, you and Ethan can't go all the way, so you have to settle for this

Warnings: smutty, dry humping, soft dom!ethan, use of y/n, little hints at Ethan being ghostface

You're spending yet another night at Ethan's dorm, but unfortunately for the two of you, Chad was home, meaning you couldn’t be your fun, authentic, loud selves. You were both sitting in his bed watching an 80s slasher you had never seen before, your head rested on his chest, and his arm was wrapped around you. His other arm was holding up your thigh, which was draped across his lap as he lightly drew shapes on your skin.

“This is so unrealistic,” Ethan says, getting overly picky at the movie's murder choice, “That would never work in real life, this is stupid.” He scoffs, his hand squeezing your thigh.

“Okay, buddy, you don’t gotta get so passionate, it’s just a movie,” you giggle at him, putting your hand on his chest.

“Like seriously, this is embarrassing for them, at least show a little realism,” Ethan complains, shaking his head at the TV. 

You chuckle at his frustration, because it's unneeded, this scene certainly doesn’t matter to you, but whatever, he can do him. You’re getting a little bored with it at this point, and look up at Ethan putting a finger on his chin and pulling his face in the direction of yours.

“Hi,” you grin at him cheekily, letting your hand fall back to his chest now that you’ve got his attention.

“Hi, pretty,” Ethan replies in almost a whisper, his hand moving from your thigh to your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

You lean into his lips, catching them with your own, sitting up a bit to gain better access. Ethan's lips press harder into yours, deepening the kiss, letting his tongue slip past his lips into your mouth. You moan into his mouth, letting your tongue wrestle his, your hand trailing down his stomach and pushing back up under his shirt. Ethan smiles at your action, your kiss breaking shorty before he pulls you onto his lap and swiftly reconnects your lips, his hands finding your hips. 

“Mmm, take this off,” you mumble, tugging on his shirt.

Ethan pulls off his shirt in one quick motion, revealing his toned chest to you, which you immediately latch your hands onto, feeling up his abs. Ethan moans, pulling you closer to him and starts to kiss up your neck, his tongue leaving his mouth to lick and suck, leaving dark bruises on your skin. Your hips grind into him at the feeling, a breathy whimper fleeting from your mouth as your head drops to rest on his shoulder. Ethan’s hands run up and down your body, reaching in front of you to grab your clothed breasts, squeezing aggressively.

“Ethan, I need you,” you manage to get out, pushing your hand down to his belt buckle.

“No, Y/N, we can’t,” he stops you, looking into your eyes.

You reply with a moan, not wanting to hear his excuse about how Chad’s room is right next door, and his creaky bed won’t help your case.

“Here, baby, let's just do this,” he says softly, and he pulls your hips down onto his, moving you against his growing bulge. You whimper, though it’s not what you wanted, it’ll do. You continue to grind your hips down onto his, his thin sweatpants not hiding how much he needs you, and your shorts are practically soaked through. Ethan’s hands grab at your hips, guiding you how he wants you, his lips finding yours again, mixing your tongues together.

“Feel good, baby?” Ethan whispers into your ear.

“S-shit…yes, Ethan,” you whimper out, your hips grinding down harder onto his and your hands reaching out to tug his hair.

“Fuck, I love when you say my name like that, y/n,” Ethan breathes out heavily, his dick getting harder if that was even possible. He acts out of impulse and quickly flips you over, his heavy body now hovering above you, to which you gasp in response. Ethan quickly gets back into action, his hips slamming back to yours.

“Ethan!” you yelp. The new angle gives much better access, and even through his pants, you can feel his tip hitting your clit. “Just like that,” you whimper, your hips bucking up into his. 

“Shh, baby, you need to be quiet,” Ethan demands, his hand reaching up to slide over your mouth. You quickly nod in response, your eyes closing, squeezing tight. “Nooo, look at me y/n.”

At the sound of his request, your eyes quickly shoot back open, not wanting any disobedience to stop his movements. 

“Good girl,” Ethan coos, “You’re doing so good, baby,” he says as his cock slides against you.

“I'm c-close, Ethan,” you heave out, your voice still muffled by his hand. Your legs start feeling shaky from his ministrations, and you're sweating buckets. 

“Me too, me too,” Ethan repeats, his actions quickening, a groan falling from his lips. His legs start to shake just a bit, and you know for sure he really is getting close. Ethan pounds his hips down harder against you, and you spread your legs farther, allowing him to reach your clothed pussy even better. 

“F-fuck y/n, gonna cum,” is all Ethan manages to get out before a moan falls from his lips, and your own whimpers follow, your eyes watching his face as his head tips back and he falls apart, your body following in sync with his. Ethan's hips slow as he comes down from his high, and he removes his hand from your mouth.

“What do you say, baby?” he grins at you expectedly.

“T-thank you, Ethan,” you pant out, a smile growing on your lips. 

“Of course, sweet girl, let's get comfy now,” he replies softly, his body moving off of you. Ethan settles back against his bed, and he pulls you to lie on top of him, his hands finding their way to your hair, playing with it slowly.

“Bedtime, baby,” Ethan whispers, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Mhm,” is the last thing you can remember saying before drifting off to sleep.

i have never written anything like this before eek ! reqs still on!!

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Not sure if this is how you take requests but your Ethan Landry post was so cute, I NEED more. (Papa me want more movie)

I was thinking maybe Ethan Landry x oblivious but popular reader where he's basically the only guy she lets near her or hangs out with him despite a bunch of guys wanting her and then I don't know where to go from there

Thank in advance if you do end up writing this!!! 😚💕💕

I hope this is what you wanted I tried my best! (I also geeked out when I got this request I was so excited)

Wait, You Like Me? - E. Landry

nerd!ethan x popular!reader

Summary: Your whole life you had been surrounded by guys who only liked you for how you looked. It wasn't until you were partnered up with Ethan for a project you immediately found what you were looking for in a man, but you had no idea he liked you the same way, thankfully he can get quite bold.

Warnings: drinking, use of Y/N, kissing.

As a sorority member and frequent attendee of frat parties on campus, you attract a lot of guys who want your attention. At this point, you were used to it, your whole life guys have seen you only for the way you looked, any guy you had given a chance ended up being just another dickhead to add to your list of failed boyfriends. Originally, when you got to college, you’d hope your luck would change, but as said, yet again, men only saw you for how you looked. 

Unfortunately for you, your real type, shy dorky guys, never found you due to the life you had for yourself, it’s rare one of those guys goes to a frat party, let alone would talk to you. It wasn't until your econ professor partnered you up with Ethan Landry that you finally saw what you needed. Ethan was exactly what you had always imagined as your dream man. Not only was he cute, but he was genuinely kind and also quite shy. When Ethan stuttered through your first conversation, you knew he was what you wanted. 

 You and Ethan started working together on this econ project, spending every day at each other's dorms, quickly becoming friends. Along with your brewing friendship came your brewing feelings for him. You knew you didn’t have a chance with him; guys like that didn’t like you, all you know is the douchebag guys you’ve always been with in your past. 

When your best friend, Kenzie, who was also the only one who knew about your secret crush on Ethan, recommended that you invite him to one of Blackmore's frat parties, you thought she was crazy. Seriously? Ethan at a frat party? But as you sat on the idea, you thought it might be fun. One night while working in his dorm, you decided to bring it up. 

“Ethan?” you question quietly from your spot next to him on his floor.

“Yeah?” he turns to you, averting his eyes from his laptop where your shared slideshow shone white light on his face. His hair fell perfectly in front of his face, and damn, he looked adorable. 

“Have you ever thought about attending a frat party?” you grin, tilting your head at him curiously.

“No…why?” Ethan replies cautiously, his eyes narrowing at you, his brows scrunching along with them.

“Will you pretty pretty pretty pleaseeee let me take you to one?” Nervous thoughts bounce around in your head as you ask your question, your face, on the other hand, only displaying confidence. 

“I-I..I don't know Y/N…that’s not really my scene,” Ethan announces softly, looking at you like your idea is a little crazy.

“Please, Ethan?” you beg, looking up at him through your eyelashes, pleadingly.

Ethan sighs, and you swear you see his cheeks turn pink for just a second. “Okay, only for you,” he answers with a sigh, his shoulders coming up in a small shrug.

“Yay!” you exclaim with a clap of your hands, “This will be sooo fun, I promise.” You ruffle his hair, hoping it’ll distract him from the deepening blush on your cheeks. 

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As you walk into the party, only after ensuring Ethan a million times it’ll be fun and you won't leave his side, you immediately start to greet all your friends. You laugh and giggle as you introduce Ethan to your plethora of sorority friends, and he greets them all as well, though not very confidently, scratching the back of his neck as you two finally walk away.

“You’re quite popular, huh?” he asks, already knowing the answer. After you give a little humble nod, you decide you two need to get some drinks. Drink by drink, you feel yourself going from tipsy to drunk, dancing around the house's living room within the crowd of people who also attend the party. Ethan stays close by, but you’re kind of in your own world at this point. As usual, many guys approach you, some kinder than others, starting with a conversation, while most other men just come up behind you and grab your waist; those receive some shouts from you. As a slower song comes on, your body slows along with it, looking up to see Ethan looking at you with an angry expression. 

“You okay, Eth?” you shout over the music, your face contorting in confusion. You look down to see Ethan's strong hand gripping his cup, his bicep flexing as he stares you down.

“What’s with all the guys?” Ethan grumbles over the music, his tone certainly not the usual gentle one you hear from the boy. Ethan steps closer to you, his body towering over you, eyes looming down on you.

“Ugh, I know right? It’s all the time, it gets so annoying,” you reply casually, only to be met with his face further deepening into some sort of anger.

“Okay, you know what? I really don’t want to hear about it,” Ethan mutters, turning away from you, pulling his body in the direction of the kitchen.

“No, Ethan wait,” you say, reaching out to grab his arm, pulling him back to face you, “What’s wrong?” you say, your voice laced with confusion and hurt. Why did he seem so upset? Did something happen that you missed? 

“You could’ve warned me I’d have to watch a thousand guys swarm you before I agreed to coming here,” Ethan scoffs, bringing his arms up to his chest, “You know maybe I don't want to see that Y/N.”

“Oh...I'm sorry, Ethan, I didn’t know that would upset you,” you state, looking into his big brown eyes, searching for a reason that would upset him. Did it gross him out? Seeing you in that context? A million reasons raced through your mind before Ethan stepped closer, leaning down towards you. “What are you-” you barely get out before Ethan's lips come crashing down onto yours. Your eyes widen before closing, and your body melts into his, kissing him back eagerly. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. When you try to pull back, Ethan grabs your head, pushing your lips back on his, not letting you go. You hum into his mouth at the action, threading your fingers through his soft, brown curls, and bring your other arm down to run your hand along his bicep. Ethan pulls back slowly, looking softly into your eyes.

“Wait, you l-like me, Ethan?” you huff out, your lips red and puffy from the kiss and your breath heaving a bit from nerves.

“Yes, dummy,” Ethan chuckles, “I don’t know how you didn’t realize,” he states with a sigh, moving his hands up to your arms.

“Oh,” a smile slips through the cracks of your lips, “I like you too,” a giggle passes through your throat.

“I see that,” he says with a grin before pulling your lips back onto his.

yaya another fic so fun yippeee! also I watched everything's going to be great and hello sexy mama derrick thank you for gracing my screen.

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A Little Drunk - E. Landry

non-gf!ethan x reader fluff!

Summary: Ethan gets a little more drunk than usual at a party, and as his girlfriend, you help.

Warnings: Use of Y/N, alcohol, maybe one suggestive comment?

“I think your help is needed,” Anika slips out through a giggle, directing her eyes to where Chad and Ethan stand in the kitchen of the frat house you decided to party in tonight. The two are laughing at each other, every so often smacking the other in the stomach before being doubled over in laughs again. In their hands, they hold red solo cups with who knows what type of alcohol in them, especially to have Ethan acting like that. It’s rare Ethan drinks with you all, let alone get any more than tipsy when he does. The sight is certainly new to you as you make your way from the living room to the kitchen.

“Hi, you two…” You say cautiously as you stand in front of them. At the sound of your voice, Ethan’s head shoots up, and his eyes practically light up.

“Y/N! Hi,” He slurs out with a smile on his face. He stands straight up, no longer leaning on the wall, and his legs stumble around a bit before he places a hand on your arm.

“Chad, what’d you give him?” You say as you look from Ethan to Chad with a glare on your face.

“I dunno, whatever they had in the kitchen,” Chad shrugs, taking another sip from his cup. “I should find Tara,” He says, walking away, leaving you alone with your overly drunk boyfriend, who is still stumbling over his feet. 

“Ethan, I think we should leave baby…and give me this.” You go to grab the solo cup out of his hand, but he pulls back in protest and whines.

“But I’m having s-so much funnnn,” He mumbles out, pouting at you.

“Ugh, okay, let’s at least go sit down,” You speak before grabbing Ethan’s hand to walk in the direction of the living room, hoping to find an open couch. Thankfully, only one couch is adorned with a couple making out on it, so at the sight of the free one, you quickly pull Ethan down to sit. He immediately rests his head on your shoulder, definitely worn out from the alcohol, even if he swears he’s not. 

You thread your hand through his curls as you wrap your arm around his shoulder, leaning down to his ear, ensuring he can hear you over the loud, shitty, EDM music blasting through the house. 

“Ethan, I really think we should get going,” You slightly shout out to him, to which he only replies with a groan.

“But I said I'm having fun,” He states with a frown, tugging on your arm.

“We can have fun at home, Ethan,” You declare plainly, your hand still stroking his curls. 

Ethan giggles at your words. “Reallyyyy?” he speaks coyly with a grin on his face, his hand finding its way to your thigh.

“Ugh, Ethan, that’s not what I meant, but please c’mon,” You stand from the couch looking down at him, reaching to grab his hands. Ethan pulls back and whines in objection, but his weak, drunken body isn’t that hard to take control of, and you grab his hands and pull him from the couch. 

Ethan stumbles to his feet before reluctantly following you as you pull him to the door, urgent to leave before he throws up all over himself or something. 

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Once you reach Ethan’s dorm you pull him into his room, as he rambled about some facts about buffaloes he had been going on about since you left the party. 

“So basically they have a special stomach for grass,” Ethan slurs with a giggle as you shut the door.

“Ethan, honey I know you told me five times, you should change your clothes now,” You say exhaustedly. Ethan stares at you, no response, his eyes heavy before he pulls you in to kiss you.

“Not now Ethan,” You chuckle at him, pushing him back. Ethan whines at you grabbing your arms. “At least change first Eth,” you say softly to which he begrudgingly walks over to his dresser. Ethan pulls out a pair of blue flannel pyjama pants.

“Do I need a shirt?” He questions with genuine curiosity to which you laugh at.

“No Ethan, you're good without one, go change,” You speak looking towards the bathroom.

“I can change in hereeee,” Ethan whines, stalking over to his bed where he pulls off his shirt.

“Okay whatever,” you smile at him, rolling your eyes. Once he finishes changing you leave the room to bring him water, and when you come back he’s already in bed. His head rests on his pillow and his body is sprawled out all which ways. You walk over to his bed and run your fingers through his hair. “Here baby, water,” you speak softly, bringing the water to his hand.

Ethan lets out a hum and takes a sip. “Thank you,” he mumbles out, “Cuddle me,” He says with a slight whine to his voice. At this you lay down next to him and he immediately drapes himself over you, his head nuzzling into your neck as he presses a quick kiss there. Your fingers tangle into his hair playing with it gently, and your other arm rubs his back slowly. 

“You happy we went home now?” You speak cheekily, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Mmm,” Is the only response Ethan can manage to get out. 

I dont love this but its okay!😊

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Done Studying Yet? - E. Landry

non-gf!ethan landry x reader

summary: Ethan invites you over for a little study date, but it doesn't take too long before you're bored and want to do something else🙈

warnings: a bit suggestive, make out, no use of Y/N

Textbooks and notebooks were strewn about the floor, and sticky notes brought almost the only color to the dimly lit room in which you and Ethan studied for your upcoming econ exam. Ethan had brought up the idea of the two of you studying together the previous night while out with your friends, his cheeks tinged pink as he stuttered out the idea. You thought it was so adorable how your boyfriend still got so flustered in your presence. 

“Ughhh,” you let out in an exasperated sigh, throwing your head down into your textbook. The hard carpeted floor pressing into your stomach wasn’t as comfortable as you thought it would be, and the chapter of consumer behavior stared up at you loomingly.

Ethan let out a soft chuckle at your whine, turning to you from where he sat in his chair in front of his desk. 

“What’s the problem now?” He questioned you. He had already heard you groan like 50 times since you sat down to do your studying, and it was about time he acknowledged it. 

“The floor is uncomfortable, and I can’t get this shit through my head,” you whine at him, resting your chin on your hand, your elbow sinking into the floor.

“You want me to come help?” Ethan asks softly, clearly feeling a genuine want to aid you. As you nod, Ethan stands from his chair, stretching his arms in the process. He treads over to you and slowly lies down next to you, his bones obviously aching from the lack of movement in the past hours.

You watch as he takes his spot next to you, his muscles flexing as he lowers himself against the floor. “This part, Ethan,” You frown as you point to the part about elasticity, watching as his eyes follow your finger on the page. 

"Elasticity is measured by the percentage change in terms of demand. So, if the demand for the product increases, the product becomes more elastic. Does that make sense to you?” He speaks patiently. 

As he talks, the only thing you're focused on is the way his lips are moving and how perfectly his hair is falling in front of his face. Nodding slowly, you look down at his big hand that rests next to you, and start to trace the veins.

“Ethan, can we be done studying yet?” You speak coyly to him as you look up through your eyelashes.

“N-no, I still have a lot more to do,” He states with a shaky breath. “Why?” 

“'Cause I'm bored Eth,” You pout at him and wrap your hand around him to play with his hair, “Please?” you say, giving him that look. The look that has worked for you many times in the past.

You watch as Ethan’s eyes shift down to your lips for a second, then back to your eyes. “No…not yet,” He declares, not sounding as stern as he most likely wants to.

You giggle at his voice, the anxious tinge laced with want. As you stare down at his lips, you know you’ll only get what you want if you go for it.

You lean forward, capturing his lips with your own, hoping to get a positive response. When Ethan leans into you, deepening your kiss, you know you have won. Ethan’s hand reaches out to cup your cheek, and your own hand further threads in his hair, giving it a slight tug. Ethan shudders at the tug and pulls back, looking into your eyes. You smile innocently at him before pushing him to the side so he’s lying on his back. 

You swing your leg around his hip so you’re now straddling him, bending down to reconnect your lips with his. Ethan pushes his head up eagerly to meet you there, his hands now finding your hips. You hum into his mouth, letting your lips open and your tongue run against his, his taste stirring something within you. Ethan’s hands run up and down your body, from your waist, to your hips, to your ass, his needy grabs revealing his wants. You suck in a breath, when you feel his hands pull you down harder onto him, and you grind your hips down.

“F-fuck,” Ethan sighs, pulling your hips down against him again.

“Bed?” You question innocently.

“Bed.” Ethan agrees as he stands and quickly picks you up, moving the two of you to his bed where he lays you down, climbing on top of you.

“Hehe, I win,” you announce, the smile evident in your voice, “no more studying!” you let out with a giggle.

“Yea, yea whatever,” Ethan smiles at your enthusiasm before pressing his lips back to yours, spending the rest of the night adding clothes to the pile of books on the floor. 

First Ethan fic! please give me requests I'd love to write some!😊