#ethan!concepts

[vinylhazza]

I just want a cuddly Ethan concept. I’m so lonely and just want to be wrapped up in his arms. He just seems like the softest right now.

honestly what i imagine him looking like in this

i want that too 🥺

walk with me on this journey, yeah?

the nights you read together are the best. those nights are few and far between these days, so you cherish them when they come.

most of your reading nights consists of a mountainous pile of blankets, the infamous Frank Sinatra record Nothing But The Best playing through on the record player (your grandmothers reading habit you’ve taken up yourself), lamps off and fairy lights turned on, each of you on your respective pillows.

some nights you listen to Ethan read. you close your eyes and dive into the richness of his voice when he loses himself in a world far away. often times he can read for an hour or two, enough to lull you close to sleep and make his own eyes droopy.

mostly you listen, sometimes you give him a laugh or two, and sometimes, when he’s showing off just how much he can tap into your emotions, he can make you cry. those are the times you don’t talk about later, when you lay awake next to him and cry from him reading to you. but it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful to you and it’s real.

not that anyone could blame you for it. he was pretty convincing.

the times that you do cry, he let’s you feel that strong emotion move you, let’s it sink through you and hold you there just long enough for him to dog-ear the page and pull your tear stained face close to leave a lingering kiss.

his kiss does the trick most of the time, or distracts you just enough so you stop thinking about whatever sorrowful event took place within the pages of the book.

he pressed his lips over the rivers of tears, wipes his thumbs across the soft expanse of your cheeks, tells you “i’m here”, “just breathe i know it’s sad”, “i’m not going anywhere”

his reassurance is calming, your racing heart fluttering at his promises and whispering hushed tone. his hazel eyes watch you in your vulnerable state, knowing these moments are rare and scary for you. you are not one to favor vulnerability, even in front of ethan. but when you do, mostly on reading nights and days that are hard to work through, he’s there with his soft eyes and gentle hands. he combs his fingers through your hair with one hand, the other holding your face just to take you in.

his beautiful girl that sees the beauty in a fictional world but not in herself.

you gaze at him through your tears, blushing and sniffling in embarrassment. you know it must be foolish to be this upset over something that’s not real. but it is for you in the moment…the characters, the action scenes, honesty and bravery…even the hardships and loss. it’s so real and engrossing. you can’t help it.

you’ve never met anyone so in tune with your emotions, not even your family. ethan knew each and every moment what you were feeling and what you needed. when words fail you, his arms were there to take their place.

he pulls you in close-close enough to have you laying on his chest, your face flat and turned to the side, legs on either side of him, his hand tracing patterns on the skin of your back peeking out beneath your shirt. cuddles always help you calm down even when you aren’t to the point of tears.

“tell me what you’re thinking,” he usually mumbled, knowing your body language better than your intricate thoughts. he loves to hear what you have to say.

“i wish good people didn’t get the cruelest of punishments…and i wish you weren’t so convincing.” your muffled giggle in the fabric of his white hoodie makes him smile, a soft tug at his lips. it was his favorite sound.

“hmm…” he acknowledges, eyes focused on the blank slate ceiling above him, “i think you might be the only person to ever call me convincing.”

“what a shame that is. you give the words their magic.”

for a stretch of at least ten minutes there is silence. silence and soft touching, tracing, and slow breathing. he’s honestly stunned at your admission, enthralled by the way you lift your head until your chin is resting against him, giving you the right angle to watch him stare up.

“thank you for not calling me dramatic,” you pathetically whimper, remembering the many times your friends and family would say that very thing when you would get a little too emotional over a piece of writing. you were moved, and you didn’t see a problem with it until they pointed it out.

“your mind is powerful. there is nothing dramatic about that, sweets.” you know he’s being honest. for once you feel understood, taken care of, loved.

the grin that lights up your face is honest and pure. without thinking twice you reach around to grab the hand tracing your back and bring them forward to your lips, kissing each knuckle with closed eyes.

you weren’t normally the most touchy or physically affectionate person, but at times you let that go. it’s worth it to have his eyes watching your lips press to his skin innocently, in the most nonsexual way but still just as breathtaking.

“you’re my favorite boy,” you whisper between kisses, turning his hand over to kiss at his palm tattoo, “i’ll never let you forget it. you are my Riden…”

Riden was the love interest in the book you’d been working through together for over a week now. it was a shock how much you loved the characters and their chemistry, feeling as if you lived within the pages.

But ethan was it, he was your kiss in the rain, the rollercoaster rush, wish in the well, the rush through an airport before a flight takes off and your love is gone forever. he’s one of the good ones, and you’re planning on showing him every day for as long as time allows.

[vinylhazza]

Morgan, i NEED a blurb about e not being able to stop playing with your pussy. Like imagine it’s late at night and your reading or something and he’s just under the covers kitten licking you and just non stop touching you, poking his finger in your hole every so often and you tell him “come on e i wanna sleep” and he just comes up, lies on your chest and is like “but i wanna...” and starts to finger you while kissing your neck making you give in to him😫🥺

irresistible | ethan dolan

oh my God he literally would.not.leave.you.alone.

this could be when you’re at dinner, reading your book like you said, watching a show, on your laptop, just laying out by the pool, on the phone, he’s fucking always touching you. hands always roaming. he never stops. and it makes you feel powerful because - are you that irresistible? and the answer is yes. to ethan, you are just that irresistible.

it was your favorite book in the whole world and even if it was your thousandth time reading it, it still got you so enraptured every single time. you had always been such a heavy reader all your life, and when you had those pages open in front of you - not much else caught your attention. you were gone. that is - until you met ethan and noticed just how much he craved your attention and got a little jealous when you were so engrossed in other tasks besides loving up on him. it didn’t matter if it was laundry or dishes, making the bed, watering the flowers, or other mundane tasks that a human needs to do. you soon realized just how clingy the man actually was for you.

it wasn’t in a negative “you can’t love anything else besides me” way. it was really just this innocent need he had that he got a little carried away with sometimes. nothing spiteful or truly vendictive. it was just that ethan loved to see you so happy, and he almost couldn’t help himself when he noticed the joy radiating off of you - and he couldn’t come and make it even better for you. he always crept in to bring that happiness to the next level, that’s why you never minded about his subtle dose of clinginess.

it started out as innocent little whines while he’s laying next to you in bed, little pecks on the cheek, tracing patterns into the soft skin of your arms and down to your thighs. it was always “pay attention to me now” with a soft whisper that made goosebumps pop up all over your body.

but none of that was as distracting as his new habit. ethan has become obsessed with playing with your pussy at all times of the day. that meant he was either down on his knees, worshipping you with his tongue, slurping and stroking and sucking, slapping his lips against your folds and moaning into you with this verbato that - fuck - sends shudders down to the tips of your fingers. or he was rubbing slow deliberate circles on her clit with his fingers. maybe sometimes both. the sensations shoot through you like a zap of electricity. it’s maddening, just so incredibly distracting you’re surprised you get anything done at all.

you used to wish for an alternative for his touchiness, but you’re not sure this is what you were thinking. but you can’t say you’re complaining. he was just so damn good with his tongue too. the days he decided to bury his head between your thighs really sent you over a wild ledge. had you thinking thoughts that would forbid you from the holy land forever. made you crave him when he wasn’t there, miss his tongue, but just seeing his face made you tired somewhere inside, you knew a bone shaking orgasm would ensue soon.

your reading time was your save haven. that dedicated time had saved you from many mental breakdowns over the years, and having ethan flicking and mumbling and moaning into your folds had your eyes scanning the same meaningless paragraph for at least ten minutes straight. your sighs didn’t stop him, he was far too focused on your slick heat in front of him.

he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bed-

oh for christ’s sake.

“e...c’mon baby i really need to focus on this. it’s getting to a good part,” you whine, wiggling your hips in an attempt to detach his lips from your core.

no such luck, he was hungry and when he needed you, he needed you. which happened to be all the time, but he just couldn’t stop.

“you can read to me if that helps,” he mumbled against you, laying his tongue flat and licking a long strip up the center of you - your hips jerking in his hands.

“fuck- i can’t do that e, you’re distracting me i don’t even know what i’m reading anymore,” you gasp, trying to not give into him, your body exhausted from the long day anyhow, “can you please just come up here and lay down with me? we can go to sleep and continue this in the morning.”

at last, ethan is pulling away with a smack of his lips and a pout, only to begrudgingly let go of your plush hips and crawl up your body to lay on your chest, nuzzling into your breasts the best he can. the book you were reading being propped open by nothing but your left thumb, hanging in the air before you doggy ear the corner of the page (something your teachers always yelled at you for growing up) and set it halfway hanging off on the nightstand with a sigh. he’s grumbling about you tasting so delicious and it’s ‘not his fault you look hot all the time’, something that finally gets you to crack a fond smile and rub a hand through his hair to soothe him. you know he’s coming from a place of want and kindness. but it’s still hilarious for him to be upset that you said no one time to him eating you out. he forgets that you even let him play with your pussy during a family dinner at your mothers house. now that, is a story you’d never tell a soul. your cheeks burn up just thinking about it.

“you really know how to woo a girl,” you giggle softly, rolling your eyes and smiling just a bit wider when he snuggles down, smoothing a hand across the expanse of your ribs, running his thumb over the skin just under your left breast.

before it could turn into a bittersweet moment to file away in the “cherish forever” part of your brain, his hand is sliding slowly back drown your torso and to your mound again, rubbing away once again.

“seriously sweetie i’m so tired i wanna sleep,” you coo to him, knowing he’s only calming himself down and distracting himself from whatever thoughts haunted him like they always did during the night.

“but i wanna...” he whimpers, trailing off and raising his head just enough to tuck right into your neck, kissing at the soft silky skin under his lips, smoothing his tongue over sore spots he starts to suck and bite right in the middle, then peppering down next to your collarbone. and it’s hard, it really is, to resist when he sounds so helpless and desperate for you. made you feel so wanted.

then you feel it, his finger slowly entering you down below, the wet sound of his entry making him smile into your neck. he moves slowly, in case you get mad and try to slap his hand away - which you’d never dream of doing. even though you are exhausted out of your mind, slightly irritated from being interrupted from your book...you couldn’t deny the power he held over you and how convincing he was when he touched you like he did.

you really don’t know what to say, not when he’s sneaking yet another finger inside of your clenching hole, humming that you’re a “good girl” and feel “so wet” and “so tight” around his fingers. he’s a charmer, you much say, even when performing such a dirty act. he really got you going more than any man you had ever been with. he knew just how to twist you and bring you right to your knees...or rather...he knew exactly how to get those pretty little legs to spread right open for him to feast as he rightfully should.

with a huff you’re grabbing onto his wrist and grabbing at his chin at the same time, making him look at you and really understand what you’re about to say. you want him to knew the urgency of the situation. you want to waste no time. no foolery. no dilly dallying. no nonsense. pleasure then sleep.

“you better make this good, because i promise you i am no stranger to cruel and petty punishment. you want to interrupt me that’s fine, but you better make it worth my while.”

and it’s the look of pure filth in his eyes that comes after, it shocks the sleep right out of you. has his fingers pumping faster, tongue peaking from his mouth to wet his lips. he curls at the knuckle, digging up into you with a force unlike any other, ramming his fingers into you with incredible speed.

with your full submission, ethan leans into kiss you, really kiss you. a slow, deep, passionate kiss that knocks the air right from your lungs. normally you would cringe at the taste of yourself on his lips, but with the pleasure lighting up every nerve in your body, you couldn’t seem to give two fucks about the sweet but salty taste on the cushiony pink that had turned into your safe place. in fact, it turned you on even more that he ravaged you like a wild animal, that you were tasting your own arousal on his lips...and he gave it to you like a gift. he dipped his tongue in to slide against your own while his fingers pumped into you faster, harder, deeper. the wet sounds of your cunt - so delicious - bounced off the walls of his room, getting you dangerously close to the surely heavenly ending you know was coming.

your hips rock and roll against his hand, matching his thrusts, fist grabbing tight to his white t-shirt, pulling him impossibly closer and letting out that moan you’d been holding in since he started tonguing at your whole a half hour ago.

“that’s it baby, let me here you...” he praises you, smiling while he leans back to look down at his fingers plunging in and out of you at an impressive speed, “i knew you wanted this.”

with his praise, the volume of your whimpers and moans turn to louder whines and squeals - the hand wrapped around his fist now digging crescent shaped nail marks into the tanned skin. he hissed at the pain of your assault, but it only made his blackened pupils grow larger.

“i’m so close e- fuck i can feel it,” you wince at the small sound of your voice, knowing you must look so gone and blissed out with your eyes shut tight, lip trapped between your teeth. this only causes him to speed up further, pumping and kissing you deeper. giving you pleasure is what gave him pleasure, and he’s loving every minute of it.

you cum with a scream, the kind of scream that honestly shocked both you and ethan - the sheer blind pleasure coursing through you had your thighs shaking from underneath the covers- the hand on his wrist tightening like a vice - the walls of your push constricting and fluttering rapidly around both of his fingers still pressed deep into you. he pumps you through your orgasm, peppering kisses across your face, whispering terms of endearment over and over after every peck to your skin. i love you, i need you, i adore you, beautiful angel, there we go princess, so sweet for me always, doing so good. he pulls his fingers from you slowly, smiling when you whine at the sudden feeling of being so empty. you loved being filled by him. you indulged on the pleasant feeling and bonding that cockwarming provided on many nights. it’s something that soothed you right to sleep.

when you’ve finally calmed down enough to flutter your eyes back open, you see that he had tucked both fingers into his mouth, and was then sucking around them eagerly, pulling them from his mouth with a lazy smile. without another word you’re pulling him down by the back of his neck for another kiss, a kiss that is then slow paced and pacient, sliding your tongue into his mouth to taste once more. smiling into the kiss, you pull back with a satisfied sigh, holding his hazle eyes captive with yours.

“better?” you grin, pecking right against the rosy red of his blushing cheek, holding him there while you wait for his tired little nod.

“much better.”

[vinylhazza]

“i want to go home” and “let me go” with ethan 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 make it angsty i missed ur angst

you don’t want to fight with him. you weren’t the fighting type, but christ he can be insufferable sometimes. it hurt you to fight with him - no matter how much he deserved to have his ass handed to him on more than one occasion.

ethan is stubborn. often times brooding during your time together. you’ve known that since the first day you met him and watched with confused delite when he refused for you to pay for your own coffee only minutes after having small talk. he wasn’t the easiest to understand right off the bat that’s for sure. he’d talked of things far beyond your comprehension and spoke eloquently. he’d inserted his card into the chip reader with his brows turned down in a pout, dark hair a perfect mess atop his head, shoes shined, suit pressed. the corners of his mouth drooped to match his adorable pout, merely shaking his head briskly when you’d tried to pay him back. you’d known it to be a kind gesture, and he confirmed those thoughts by later slipping the small white receipt piece in your jacket pocket with seven messy digits drawn right next to a sloppy smiley face.

you still have that receipt in the top drawer of your nightstand. that spark...you remembered that first spark. thinking of him from that day on was habit, and often times more than you could handle. he’d captured a part of you before you’d even realized it. he had that effect on people.

you waited weeks until you’d texted him, too much of a chicken-shit to think he actually meant it as anything more than a kind gesture for listening to him drone on about marketing for at least a half an hour. to your surprise, he had texted back in minutes. from them on he’d made every attempt at scoring a date with you, and when he finally did - you had the best night of your life. 

boy did the man have a personality. take that as you will. 

if he so much as felt you were having an attitude, he’d refuse your kisses until you agreed to talk to him like a “big girl.” you knew from the moment he whipped his head to the side and shut his eyes, your body going still where you leaned across the table watching him pay bills or work on deadline work. not only did it make you want to fall into the floor and hope the foundation swallowed you up, but it forced you to talk - something you could never get him to do. 

ethan only buys you the best of the best despite your objections. you figured that’s what love means to him in a way, giving your all even if it wasn't emotionally. you'd never had the guts to tell him you like to be held more than anything. he makes sure to never leave you unsatisfied in bed - especially if he noticed your legs weren’t shaking hard enough to his liking. tells you any story you want to hear if it means you’ll sleep peacefully. let’s you read your favorite books to him: his head in your lap, arms crossed over his chest in thought, pondering eyes on the ceiling. he’d stop you for explanations along the way. it was an adorable habit that you will love until the end of time. the fact that he wanted to hear your thoughts. you found yourself jotting down scribbles in the margins just to remember the moments exactly as they were: pure. 

he tries to act hard, like the world is his slave and bends at his will, you know - oh you know just how soft his heart truly was. even if he was an arrogant ass 87% of the time. but he’s learning. how to be a boyfriend, how to be a man that doesn’t have to hide from vulnerability and emotion. he’s learning despite his discomfort. 

ethan never wanted help when making the bed, no matter how many times you insisted and he always wanted to help you put your sunscreen on during summer and run your baths when you’ve had a long day. his work computer was shut off at seven sharp every night and shower always started at six in the morning. keys must be placed on their rightful hook and shoes on the mat. notepad must be placed on his side of the bed in case a thought wakes him in the night and he can’t go to sleep until he writes it down. all of which were non negotiable. he was stubborn, yes...but you loved him.

above all else there was love. so much love it consumed him deep in the pits of his body, mind and soul. even if he couldn’t, or much rather wouldn’t explain just how much you’d bewitched him...there was love.

he had a funny way of showing this love through obstacles and hoops you’d taken forever to jump through early on in your odd relationship. first it was friendship, a strange friendship at that. mostly consisting of calling each other randomly to ask what the person was thinking at that moment, which led to conversations of witches, wizards, and ghouls - children's tales and memories from the past that sprung free of the net. regardless if he meant for it to happen or not, that friendship blossomed into a whirlpool of admittances he would have damned himself for in the past: 

“I wanted to see you” 

“I hope you're okay”

 “let me know when you get home safe” 

“can you read that part again? I like the sound of your voice”

 “I know you got that job, they’d be insane not to hire you” 

“come over, I miss you”

“do you miss me too?”

“I thought of you today”

friendship turned into fire kindling in the pits of him 

he wasn’t easy to trust others and you’d earned that trust fair and square. first through kindness, honesty, and a lot of self control. he wasn’t like every guy you’d been with in the past and you didn’t treat him like such. you’d been the only one to take your time and learn the inner workings of his mind and understand, not just engage or maintain his happiness. you’d expanded your craft in making him happy. giggling in bed at 3am, lovestruck, insanely, truly, madly, deeply happy. but demons don’t go away forever, and good behavior must be learned - especially with a life that has treated you unfairly. 

you understood how troubled ethans mind could be at times and you tried to be patient. patient enough that when he looked over at you, he trusted that you’d listen to him even if he was being irritating and crude. the darkness swirling in his eyes didn't scare you off, not like the others. you chose to stay time and time again. not that you were a push over by any means but one must understand how hard it became sometimes, to be patient in times where he blocked out every voice, every noise, every reasonable answer and refused to listen. refused your help and your advice, gave you silence as a reward for thirty minutes of trying to make him smile. it was frustrating to be ignored.

there was a lesson you'd known to be true: no matter how many stars you wish on, how many pennies you drop into the well, nothing is ever as perfect as it seems. 

you had told him more times than you could count on one hand: you weren’t his enemy. when it felt like the world was out to get him, like the sky was black and blue and he couldn’t see any light in the foreseeable future, you were there with a kind hand to lead him back. back to himself, reality, sanity. with the good came the bad and the constant back and forth it was taking it’s toll. if something didn’t change soon, he’d find that his light has left him in the clouds.

that’s how you found yourself sitting with your fingers fiddling in your lap, in the passenger seat of a car that you’d have to sell your soul to be able to afford, the hot air blowing through the vents and over your now trembling fingers, dress now more tight and uncomfortable than it seemed to be half an hour ago. you tried focusing on anything than the eery silence, save for the quiet music rolling through the speakers. it was easier than you’d thought to drown out the voices - you weren’t in the mindset to listen to someone else's problems. the many rings you wore now the main focal point for the agonizing hour drive back to your shared apartment.

it was a collection of pointless noise. pointless for the simple reason that the only sound you really wanted at the time was ethans voice. the low vibration that shot sparks straight to your stomach, the vibrato that sounded like home. anything to let you know he was okay, that he was working through his emotions instead of shutting them off.

“you okay?”

the last thing that had been said in over 30 minutes. you knew he was frustrated with himself by the white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, the way he drove at least ten over the speed limit, and the torturous strain of his taught jaw muscles, eyes shooting daggers at the road. he hadn’t given you an answer. 

if you’d known Alec would be there, you never would have gone. you never thought in a million years you’d be seeing him again unless forced by the universe to punish you. punish you both. how often did you see your boyfriends ex bestfriend who happened to co-exist as the ex of your very own bestfriend? a person you’d both chosen to cut ties with for a multitude of reasons. for the better. a lying manipulating cheater that had no place in your life or anyone that you loved. the connection between the two had been a shock at first, but you were quick to warn ethan about the deceitful nature of his “friend.” you wondered how you’d never met ethan before considering that link but were thankful he decided to shoot his shot in the café not a block from your old apartment.

alec was...sneaky. not only had he betrayed you and your bestfriend, shown his true colors, but he’d also betrayed ethan - his closest companion for over a decade. it wasn’t long before he dropped the both of them like they were a virus he was glad to be rid of. it broke your heart to see them both grieve the man they thought they knew. from that day forward, you made it your mission to try and lessen that pain for the two of them in whatever way you could. you became the anchor to a ship gone rogue.

you’d been just as shocked as ethan to see him at the event. an event he wouldn’t have even been at, had it not been for ethan and his good word.

alec was part of the holding company, Rissito’s Publishing Co golden boy. a new top boss only thanks to ethans referral and promise that he’d “kill it.”  HR ate it up. if only ethan had known beforehand the betrayal that would unleash after his hiring - he’d have stuck his foot in his mouth long before he told HR to give him a chance.

Alec was someone who gained respect without earning it first. someone who took advantage of a good friends kindness and used it for his own benefit, while leaving that same friend in the dust. he was a dispicable tyrant that had nothing better to do than ruin people to get ahead. no matter what cost.

he was someone who rarely showed his face at events that gave him no ego boost or feeling of supremacy.

you didn’t think your stomach would twist up at the the mere sight of his icy blonde air, unbelievable posture, and wicked grin. but it did. the few times you’d met him for your friend and for ethan...you’d felt the wind of something bad. “something wicked this way comes” right?

you’d been so stunned that you’d stopped in your tracks and let go of ethan’s hand altogether. the air stuck somewhere deep down in your chest, threatening to burst if you didn’t get as far away as you could. of course he would be here, he was invited to speak on behalf of the company. you quickly scolded yourself, reminded that this night wasn’t about you or alec no matter what past or resentment you held - it was about being there in support of ethan and his accomplishments.

alec had strolled up on stage draped with navy velvet curtains, right to a glass podium clear enough that you had to squint to see it just to “give his thanks and welcome” to the crowd of overdressed office workers. you wondered for a brief moment how strange he sounded when he spoke formally. like a robot coached to please. he’d used the same voice when he gaslighted your friend into thinking she was insane and needed help. really he was the lost boy. he spoke down to the group of people he now had authority over. people you knew he didn’t give two fucks about. he looked the same as you remembered - but if possible more sinister. he was the devil in the flesh and someone you knew could set ethan off in seconds. to your horror, your suspicions were true.

this was ethan’s night. at least to you and everyone that cared about him. a night he worked hard towards and quite frankly busted his ass to achieve. he deserved the silver platters, champagne, laughs with his co-workers, a pat on the back from his boss standing somewhere near the exit that you’d missed somehow on your way in. you knew it would be ruined if he let his anger get the best of him. you couldn’t stop his fuse igniting, and just when you thought you’d made it to the clear, that he’d been paying too much attention in trying to find snacks to satisfy his growling stomach - ethan froze beside you. statue still and glaring at alec. you were shocked alec didn’t drop dead from the look.

“i want to go home,” ethan had seethed immediately upon seeing Alec rise to the podium, grabbing your wrist tight with his fingers. too tight would describe his hold. much too tight. he all but ignored your grimace and look of confusion. 

“we just got here ethan, you haven’t even received the award,” you had tried to reason with him. he was acting brash. impulsive and irrational. he’d be called to the stage any moment, an award he obviously no longer cared about. when ethan was set on a mission, he was rarely persuaded.

“i don’t give a fuck,” he growled lowly, turning to look at you with laser hot eyes, “i don’t want to be anywhere near that prick and honestly i don’t know why you would either, y/n.”

it stung to hear him spit your name through his clenched teeth, but you tried your best to ignore it.

you heard him. you did. but you also knew he’d regret walking out the door more than he thought at the time. for years all he’s wanted was the recognition that he’d get in just a few minutes - the praise you knew he yearned for. but he was hell bent on getting the hell away from he who must not be named.

“tonight isn’t about him. it’s about your amazing accomplishments. something you’ve earned and worked hard for. don’t let him take this away from you!” of course your words fell on deaf ears. he wasn’t in any position to negotiate.

“stop. talking,” he barked, nails digging into your delicate skin, marching through the crowd of concerned on-lookers.

“ethan stop...you’re hurting me. please stop and talk to me, we can go to the bathroom or something,” you begged, trying not to blush with all eyes set on the two of you. taking a quick glance around to the raised eyebrows and turned up lips you shook your head in embarrassment. you were mortified to be a part of such a scene.

you were embarassed to be causing such a scene at a prestigious event for one of the biggest publishing companies in the country. it caused your stomach to turn at the thought of ever having to face the crowd of people again. your office visits would be few and far between after this.

“baby please,” you whimpered pathetically, trying yet again to be a voice of reason. you figured a pet name would get through to him. hopefully to calm the storm crashing in his head, “stop and look at me.”

“all he’s ever done is fucking ruin things, y/n. don’t you agree? he caused you and i both havoc for MONTHS and you want to stand and listen to this fucking shit?” he barked, turning to look at you with daggers for eyes, “i’ll be damned if i stare at his cocky smirk all night long.” you worried his jaw might break from the strength of his clenching, but chose to keep your knit picking you yourself he’d grumbled one last “fucking dickhead.” before you’d flinched at the aching of your wrist.

being dragged through a crowd of people wasn’t exactly the easiest task when you could barely keep up with his strides on a daily basis, let alone when he was sprinting around tables set for a feast, elegantly dressed men and women, staff that bustled about, and security that eyed you both like a hawk - thankful for your hasty exit.

“let me go!” you cried with one final feeble attempt to reach him through his blind rage from just the sight of the man that had hurt you both deeply. you wretched your hand like a girl gone mad, ignoring the gasps of people much too prudish to ever sympathize with your situation - all they knew what judgment and riches.

guilt crashing through his wall of xxx only allowing him a horrified glance back at your pained expression, yanking his hand back and away from you without a word. he held his arm to his chest as if it pained him to touch you in any way but his usual soft caress.

you watched warily when he turned toward the open set of double doors, this time without grabbing you. you had half a mind not to follow him. but you weighed your options heavily: stay for no reason and get judged and ridiculed by a crowd of people that thought less of you than dirt and even worse, have to talk to alec? or run after ethan and hope for the best on the ride home? hanging your head, you gathered the bottom of your burgundy dress in your hands shyly as to not trip and humiliate yourself further, walking briskly towards the parking lot. you knew he’d be more than ashamed with himself for acting the way he had, disgusted with his failure to perceiver through a problem.

he’s lost control. ethan hated losing control.

isnt that exactly what alec would want? he would want to see ethan crumble before his eyes and the many eyes of people he’s meant to be composed and professional around. create a name for himself: not a good one.

he would want to see him act out and lose his sanity with resentment and hatred in front of the well respected business men and women he worked with daily. alec was far too narcissistic to admit to his wrongdoings, but had a way of making his victims seem crazy. it was the toxicity you’d dealt with for the entirety of your miserable relationship. you felt ill at the fact that ethan had to experience it. had to deal with it for the sake of his job.

he did hate him, more than he’d admit. but really what lied beneath the surface is something he’s only admitted to you once before when he’d had one too many shots. more than anything, alec caused him a great deal of pain. ethan was hurt by his late friend. he was hurt by the reckless behavior and betrayal. he was hurt that alec tried to take his job out from under him instead of being satisfied with what he had. he was hurt that he treated you no greater than a peasant. he was hurt that he’d thrown away years of friendship just to get ahead. more than anything, ethan was hurt. but of course he was too stubborn to say that to you, to anyone, maybe even too scared to admit it to himself.

pulling into the parking garage was in no way an experience you wanted to relive again. the silence pained you. the silence pained him too, and you know it whether or not he’d say so. your tears, silently falling right next to the man you’d normally run to, went unnoticed. the yellow-orange of the lights bounced off the hood of the car to illuminate your devestated expression. you couldn’t believe how the night had played out and how easy it had been for alec to get the best of you both. he had won. again. the thought made your stomach churn.

he was out of line tonight. he’s not only made an ass of himself in front of the head management of his company, but he’d had total disregard for his actions towards you - physical and verbal. tonight...he was someone you didn’t want to be around.

your wrist was red from where he’d grabbed you at the party, reminding you that ethan did need a serious wake up call. you’d done as much as you could to soothe him and you won’t be subject to his wrath.

when he finally turned into a parking spot and turned the car off, he finally did speak. but it was in no way what you wanted to hear.

“they’ll hold the award. i would have been on the stage speaking for a couple seconds before they moved on.”

despite your efforts, you scoffed at how abtuse he really was to the situation.

“i asked if you were okay. but you acted very not okay and i don’t know how to help you or even if i want to,” you told him earnestly, eyes glued to your lap.

“what does that even mean?” ethan snapped, running a hand through his hair.

you watched as a grey expedition passed in the side mirror before you chose to respond as calmly as you could.

“it was so easy for you to lose control.”

“i don’t stay in situations that hinder me or the people i care about.”

“oh so now you care about me?”

“that’s not fair, y/n,” he sighed, shaking his head and looking out his respective window.

“and this is?” you hold up your reddened wrist, just far enough that he couldn’t ignore the gesture and turned to look at you briefly.

“it wasn’t personal, i just get so...”

“angry. you were angry and i understand why you would be. al...he showed up out of nowhere and you don’t do well with surprises. but he is a part of that company now and maybe we both should have prepared ourselves before we stepped foot out of the apartment tonight. i didn’t deserve that and neither did anyone else at the event tonight.”

he opened his mouth to speak, another excuse your sure but you carried on while blinking back hot tears.

“you were impulsive and gave no mind to the way you treated me and how it must have looked to your boss who watched us leave not even 30 minutes after we arrived. how do you think you’ll feel in the morning when this is all you’ve wanted and you let him ruin it? you always said you were done letting people get the best of you.”

“he has a way of pissing me off and he’s just- he doesn’t care okay?! he sat up there and told lies, y/n. he doesn’t give a fuck about the job or the people or even all of the good we do and dreams we help make a reality. i...i should have been the one up there talking...” ah...so jealousy it was.

“ethan,” you laugh, not with humor but disbelief, “you know he’s as fake as they come. he doesn’t care like you do. you will have your time to shine and you would have tonight if you hadn’t ran away like a coward.”

“i don’t want to talk about this anymore,” he grumbled, opening the latch on the door in an attempt to get out and leave a conversation where he had to talk about how he felt.

“you can run all you want but one day these feelings will catch up with you and you’ll crash. you’ve opened up quite a bit with me over the past few months and i’ve noticed that change and i’ve been proud. more than anything i’m proud...but this has to stop,” you grab him by his bicep, forcing him to look at the tears that fell onto your cheek, ignoring the stiff silence without the aid of the radio and air conditioning, “you have to start believing in yourself like i do. who gives a fuck if he’s a man with five seconds of fame he didn’t even earn? you bust your ass every single day and you know it.”

his eyes shoot across your kind face, landing on your eyes that scream he’s sorry, he messed up, he wants to talk but doesn’t know what to say.

“no one can make you feel inferior without your permission remember?” you nod, trying your best to give him a smile. you suppose it looked more like a grimace.

“right,” he huffs, sucking in a breath like he’d been suffocating the entire ride home, and maybe he had. he’s pressing the palms of his hands flat against his eyes in an attempt to cover up whatever emotion threatened to expose him, “fuck him dude.”

“fuck him is right,” you chuckled dryly, flopping back against the leather back of the seat.

in the silence you waited. you must have been sitting together in the orange glow of the lights for thirty more minutes, the time passing slow. you watched him pull himself together, breathing even in an attempt to build up the nerve to talk once again.

finally he’d looked at you with those eyes you fell in love with. the hazel brightness that was a gate to who he truly was. a soft man with a traumatic story that wasn’t his fault. he fought hard for everything he had and he’d built a good life for himself. he was a different, better, man than he’d been the day he paid for your coffee without question. he was unsure of himself and self-conscious to the point he didn’t know what his purpose was. he’d bounced around from girl to girl, drank away his sadness...but you. you. you must have been his saint. his angel placed in his path for a reason. he couldn’t have felt shittier when he looked over at your wet cheeks and hair falling out of it’s elegant up-do.

you’d flinched at the feeling of his fingers trailing over the splotchy fingerprints on your wrist. this time, you welcomed the touch, staring at his hand tracing the damaged he’d caused. you tried not to bunch your dress up in your other hand.

“i hurt you.”

you nod slightly, not having the energy to respond with anything else.

“i embarassed you.”

another nod.

“i won’t do it again,” he whispered, fully ashamed of himself, “and i’ll...i’m gonna talk to Jeff on Monday. apologize for running off. i’ve never been that person and i acted before i could think straight. you were right. i earned this night and i shouldn’t have let him get to me so quickly. seeing him shouldn’t break me down. it was cowardice and i made an ass of us both and i’m sorry. i’ll try my best to make it right.”

smiling gently, you find yourself leaning over the console to kiss him on the apple of his cheek. his warmth shot sparks through your chest and stomach, something youre sure you’ll never get used to.

“we’ll figure this out together. that’s what we do. side by side. we figure shit out when it seems hopeless and when we look like idiots. it’s called being a team you dummy. thank you for apologizing. but...you know what i’d love?”

the light tone of your voice had him smiling in no time, his head rolling on his neck to look at you, head resting back against the seat.

“if i chilled the fuck out?” he teased with a grin.

“yes...but not what i was gonna say,” you continue smiling, raising his hand to kiss over his knuckles, “i was going to say...i’d love for us to go upstairs so i can get out of this ridiculously tight dress.”

inching towards you he nods, eyes latched on your lips. you feel his breath fan over your skin, goosebumps rising on your arms and legs. he’s moving slowly, enough that if your lips didn’t meet soon you’d get impatient.

“i’m sure we can make that happen,” he mumbles, so low you almost don’t hear him.

you know from this point on, you can trust him on his word. you can’t think to hesitate when he tilts your chin up to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. the fire kindling in your stomach burns brighter when he nips at your bottom lip, asking for permission. you part your lips eagerly, deepening the kiss.

the growth you’ve seen just from this conversation had you hoping for a future where he trusts you completely and didn’t shy away when his own mind punished him into make rash decisions. he’d owned up to his mistake and meant everything he’d said. it would be the last time alec got the best of him. it would be the last time he’d run away from a battle he knew he had the strength to conquer, especially with you at his side.

you’d deal with the consequences of his actions tomorrow, but for now the two of you lived in your own world - far away from alec, the banquet, and any other outside force that threatened to tear you apart. he’d placed his trust in you, and you’d do anything in your power to protect it.

[vinylhazza]

Can you write a concept about Ethan spanking y/n pu**y as a punishment hehehe?🥰

mhmm i’m listening 🤤👋🏻😻

the relationship you had with ethan was quite vanilla. he was never the type to get particularly rough, even if you could tell clearly as day he wanted to. he did it for your sake of course - knowing you’ve never been in a relationship that was anything but vanilla.

you craved more. everytime you had sex, you could see the apparent crazed hunger in his eyes - the urge to pound you into the mattress growing the more you whimpered and whined - sighing in his ear when he hit a special spot deep inside your pussy. but he still kept that slow pace, rocking leisurely into you, his lip tucked under his teeth.

the fear of telling him and being shot down with worry of hurting you was, of course, a worry of yours. but you were tougher than he thought, and though he was extra cautious with you, you knew your honesty would bring out the wild side in him you’ve been wanting to see for so long. you were nervous about the conversation - not wanting to sound stupid or foolish in front of him and be denied of something you wanted so badly you’ve been having wet dreams about it.

it wasn’t that he wasn’t doing enough for you, it was that you wanted to be well, treated like a dirty little slut so to say. be thrown around like a rag doll. have him whisper every naughty thought he’s ever thought about you into your ear while he slammed you against a wall and fucked you senseless. you wanted to be his bratty little girl. you wanted him to punish you for misbehaving, his anger fueling more of that blind lust he had hiding behind the surface. you wanted to call him the names that flooded your thoughts since you’d first laid eyes on him. daddy, being one that has nearly slid past your lips in the bedroom more times than you could count.

but you never mentioned a word. not until you were ready. and when you DID mention it on a saturday wrapped in each other on his couch, deep into a conversation about this that and the other - ethans eyes almost popped straight from his head. you’d been acting weird the past few days, he just never assumed the issue being you wanted him to be this ferocious beast or something.

“i mean...yeah i’m into the rough shit. but if you ever get too uncomfortable, you need to tell me. i just don’t want to hurt you,” he’d said, a questioning look in his eye.

“you won’t hurt me, e. i want this...i want you to fuck me,” you promised, gripping at his t-shirt and tugging, attempting to persuade him.

he was waiting for even a hint of doubt. but he saw none. you had stripped him of his clothing in an instant, done with the mushy “make love to me” bullshit. you wanted a hard fuck. to make him impressed by your sexual temptress side just waiting to be unleashed.

that night had been one for the books. he grabbed you by your hair tight, making a make-shift ponytail with his hand. you whimpered, letting your thoughts finally spill from your mouth without that filter being in the way - at last you could finally let him know what kind of wild bitch he started dating. you weren’t just the shy bookworm he assumed you were - you could also fulfill his wildest sexual fantasies if given the opportunity. you gave him the best smirk you could muster, the harsh grip on your hair being the fuel to your fire.

“daddy please,” you whined, a withering mess under his intense stare. it’s the most sinister he’s ever looked at you. you immediately knew you made the right decision.

“daddy huh? you like that shit don’t you angel? yeah that’s right ride my thigh like the dirty bitch you are,” he grunted, hoisting you onto his lap where you then grinded down on his exposed muscular thigh, “come on make daddy proud of you.”

and you had. for the next few weeks you and ethan explored this new and improved sexual drive of yours that had been hidden for so long. ethan had discovered you were in fact the brattiest girl he’d ever come in contact with. the punishments were your favorite part - ethan was relentless. you learned quickly he wasn’t one for sarcasm or sass. your snarky comments usually got you bent over, ass up in the air, fingers shoved down your throat while he fucked into like a madman. your screaming could be heard for miles, you imagined.

today had been a day of tension. one that involves ethan repeatedly telling you to “chill” in front of his friends. you weren’t nescassarily acting out, but were testing him each minute that passed. your hand slid up his thigh innocently, rubbing over his growing bulge at your touch. the group had no idea, all focusing on one another, their empty plates resting before them on the table. just a quiet dinner with some friends, was turning into something else very quickly.

just as soon as he growled in your ear to “stop or you won’t like what happens after they leave” but of course he knew better. he knew better than to think you could possibly stop once you’ve started your tortuous little game. you continued your slow assent up his thigh, grabbing at his dick through his pants. he jolted in his seat, fist slamming on the table, eyes in a scowl when the rest of the group turned to look at him, visibly worried something might be wrong.

“you okay ethan?” your friend Hannah soothes, her sympathetic nature really shining through.

“um...” he clears his throat, swallowing thickly, “i’m not really feeling too well, i think it’s best if we finish this up another time.”

there wasn’t too much fuss over dinner being cut short, everyone clearing the house within a reasonable amount of time. you stood by the arm of the couch, knowing the ending result, your heart beating out of your chest with anticipation.

ethan slams the door, palm flat against the wooden frame, eyes burning through the wood in front of him. he was angry. you knew he was angry. you had been teasing him all night, sending him dirty texts throughout the night, leaning over to kiss his neck when no one was looking. it drove him crazy.

“you know what has to happen,” he grumbles, eyes never leaving the door.

“i was counting on it,” you giggle, smirking at his dark tone. it was low, so low he could feel it rattle his own chest.

“go to the fucking bedroom,” he snapped, turning around to point down the hallway, watching you skip down the dark tunnel and into the bedroom, hopping on the bed to wait for him.

he takes his time, knowing you’re waiting and wanting to make you squirm a little. just like he did at dinner. monkey see monkey do. but when he came into the room...boy did you need to take a deep breath. he’s already stripped himself of his shirt, his bare chiseled chest a blank canvas for the many, many love bites and scratches you’re about to litter it with.

you removed your clothes just as soon as his body was rid of his, knees dipping into the bed to pull you close by your ankles, ripping your undergarments off with such strength you couldn’t be mad he’d torn them to shreds. he was a beast when it came to punishment. no remorse. just angry, fuck-me eyes and hands that don’t leave your body until he’s done.

he positions you in a doggy position, noting that your legs are already smeared with your arousal, clearly enjoying this way too much already. he takes his time in easing himself in, dipping the tip in, waiting for your moan, and continuing in until he was settled at the base, sheathed in your clenching cunt. he didn’t take a second to let you adjust before he’s slamming into you with a force that has you gripping the headboard, shutting your eyes tight and biting at your bottom lip, a moan caught at the back of your throat. this was so much better than vanilla.

“a couple of weeks ago, you never would have dreamed you’d be bent over taking my cock huh?” he growls, digging his nails into the flesh of your ass, dragging them down to leave harsh red lines in their wake- not deep enough to cut you - just deep enough to leave a message, “such a disobedient little thing. you can’t listen. always have to run that mouth until i shut you up,” he groans on, leaning over and hugging an arm around your waist, driving his hips into your backside with harsh slaps, “you fucking love it, huh? love when i fuck you like this filthy bitch?”

you let out a squeal at that, “yesss oh my fuck right there right there right there keep- fuck right th- daddy don’t stop don’t stop,” you rock back, tilting your hips up and down to swallow him in your pussy, hands flat against the headboard, hair swaying around your face with the force of his thrusts. a tear esecapes your eye, one of desperate need to let go, but knowing much better than that.

you would think he loved this sort of thing, the encouragement, the frenzied pleasure of his lover. but it only made him angrier. tease him and then speak without permission, and tell him what to do?

“did i say you could speak?” he stops just as you were nearing your climax, that fire still present but feeling less and less like an exploding ball, now a dull puddle. his hips stilled, his cock twitching inside of you - he was close as well. it made you clench your walls around him tighter.

“turn around,” he ordered lowly, spanking your right ass cheek with his instruction. you jump at the sting it leaves behind, excited to see the bright red hand print when you’re done. you don’t hesitate to pull yourself away from him, whining at the emptiness you feel so suddenly, but immediately grin as you land on your back. you can finally see his flushed face, the blush complimenting his skin well. he’s wearing a thin silver chain, a ring you bought him because you wanted to let him know he wasn’t the only one allowed to buy you jewelry, and an earring that you finally convinced him to put in.

before you could make a peep, his hand is smothering your mouth, quieting whatever insignificant comment that was going to flood from you. he didn’t have time for the conversation. not unless he told you so. you loved this side of him, this disgusting, dirty, mean side. but there’s still a hint of that soft boy he was before just as he leans down to press his lips against your forehead quickly - sneaking just a bit of his affection in.

“now, what do bad girls get?” he glowered, his glare returning as quickly as it left. he wanted an answer this time, his brow raising up. his hand slipped away from your mouth for only a minute, letting you squeak out a weak answer in fear of his wrath. ethan was a different type of man.

“spankings daddy,” you simpered, giving him your best ‘i’m a good girl’ lip pout.

he smoothes his hands between your thighs, spreading your legs as wide as they’ll go, thumbs sitting at your folds but unmoving, waiting.

“and what do bad girls do while getting spankings angel?”

“they scream,” you smile, dazzling him with your beauty for just a second. you can tell he’s blushing just a bit harder, but covers it up with the biting of his bottom lip.

“that’s right baby, and what do you scream?”

“thank you.” a whisper now, reaching a hand up to smooth down his chest, following the lines of his abs and down to his v line, swirling your fingers across the skin and giggling at the goosebumps you cause from such a simple caress.

“mhmm thats right and what else do they do dirty girl?”

“apologize for being naughty,” you wine, clenching at your own words. his thumbs are rubbing at the sensitive nerves at your core, testing how far he can go until you can’t take the teasing anymore.

he gives a curt nod, staring down at your clenching cunt with a smirk, too excited to give you his punishment. you wondering for a minute how he was going to give you spanking in the position you’re in, but soon find out the answer when he delivers a harsh slap to your pussy, your hips jolting up in the air.

“fuck,” you breathe, writhing from the tingles shooting up your center.

“wrong answer,” he tuts, landing another harsh slap to your cunt, this time rubbing your clit immediately after. it was heavenly, the best spanking you’ve ever received that’s for damn sure. but you’re just so sensitive, you know it’s going to drive you insane.

“t-thank you daddy,” you fumble out, remembering what he wanted.

“what did you do to deserve this?”

you know, you know what you did.

“i-i teased you- fuck - i teased you in f-front of our friends,” you wail, pushing your hips up to get more friction against his fingers.

“you tortured me, in front of our friends,” he corrects you in a growl, slapping his hand down again, rubbing up and down with the pads of his fingers this time, “and now it’s your turn.”

“m’sorry i promise i won’t do it again,” you promise, reaching for his wrist before he’s batting your hand away.

“i don’t believe that.”

this continued on for a few minutes, the back and forth, him slapping at your pussy and you yelling out his name along with some choice words and apologies for being a bad girl. when he was satisfied with your pleas and whining, he’s stopping the madness at last, replacing his hand with his dick - tapping at your nub with the head of his cock, rubbing up and down - slipping just the tip in once again - he knows how crazy it drives you. with a gentle nudge, he’s diving into your wet hole - fucking you at a pace you’d never experienced before - drilling into you like a madman. His grin tells you to hold on tight. 

“now scream for me angel, i want everyone to know who’s making you feel this good.”

[vinylhazza]

A huge kink I have is orgasm denial and then overstimulation. Like imagine Grayson or Ethan holding you down while you beg to cum after the like 5th time and then they let you cum but they don’t stop🥵🙈

i absolutely 1000% agree with this theory and i would like to live in a world this gracious and unholy thanks 😌

because at that point ethan would be like “you asked for this” which...yes...but also no...but yes...but also......no 🥺

this is maybe a vibrator turned up to it’s highest speed right on your clit, turning it down to it’s lowest setting even off when he hears that you’re dangerously close to the edge - he rips you back from the ledge. that is the most infuriating part of all is to watch ethan smile at the torture, press the button and hold it firmly against your swollen nub in hopes that you really understand you have to ask nicely and make him believe you want to cum before he even considers such a thing. when he does get you to that point, he wouldn’t stop, and your orgasms would come one after one, a dangerous domino effect that sends dread through your body after number 3.

it’s hitting you like a punch straight to the chest: body tensing up, thighs quivering, walls clenching, ab muscles tight, hands gripping the sheets, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in this dumb looking face you make when you cum that he absolutely cherishes. he knows behind those eyelids your eyes are rolled back, images of his hand around the base of the wand on your clit sending you straight into another earth shattering orgasm.

you’d be sore, shaking, overstimulated to the very max, probably trying to be sweet to him in hopes he would take it easier on you because you didn’t anticipate how into it he would truly get. you figured you’d tease him a little, get your fix and be done with it. but now you’re groveling in hopes he let’s you off easy even if you’re getting exactly what you asked for. he doesn’t pay any attention to the brush of your fingers in his hair or you light grip on his hips when he climbs over you to press the head of his cock right against your bottom lip- he focus’s on how to maximize your pleasure and make sure you know you’re not getting off easy after pestering him all day.

[vinylhazza]

ethan fucking you like pounding you and mid fuck grayson facetime and sees yall fucking so he come in to get some😙😙

at this point you’ve gotten used to him calling during your intimate moments. he could never leave the two of you alone, even when ethan was balls deep fucking you into oblivion. he never held back, even the times when things got ‘vanilla’ between the two of you. he always got carried away with himself- and you couldn’t complain. it felt too good to argue against. 

he’s breathing hard and labored, chest puffing up and down from speeding up and slowing down like he knows you love, hips pistoning forward fast than slowing down to a gentle rock into your cunt, the slow deep thrusts alternated with quick a paced pounding of his hips that rocks the bed back against the wall. you’ve given up on getting something to keep the headboard stable - grayson knows the deal at this point. truth is, he’s joined in on several occasions. it had been odd at first, and you were unsure how to navigate both of the twins at the same time and not have ethan in a jealous rage - but it worked out well and you found yourself wishing to have yourself filled with them both far too often. two is often better than one - and you could say the same about the twins. of course ethan was amazing, but oh to be filled by both of the most attractive men you’d ever seen - it was bliss. 

you’re hands are placed securely on ethans hips, thumb resting on the tattoo on his stomach - fingernails digging crescent shapes into the smooth, tanned skin, a small sting that has him gritting his teeth and sucking a deep breath in, s slicing sound that makes you clench around him tight. he’s pushing himself even farther into your pussy that grips him like a vice, so tight it makes his mind hazy with the want to never stop fucking you. he’s sure if it wouldn’t kill you - he could fuck you all through the night and day. it truly amazes him that you can still be so tight considering how many times you get down and dirty on a weekly basis. damn do you feel so good, still. his pretty little pussy. even when grayson makes his appearance on particularly wild nights - ethan makes sure he never takes it too far. never gets to cum in the beautiful wet cavern he just can’t get enough of. it’s his and his alone. 

it’s only when ethans phone buzzes violently on the nightstand that you move your eyes from his face filled with euphoria and over to the bright light of his cell phone - lit up with an incoming facetime, Gray flashing across the surface. you are tempted to groan, knowing he probably heard you screaming his brothers name from the kitchen, and you want to scream his name, let him know you want him to come and make this pleasure something bigger and better, but ethan his grabbing your chin between his fingers, snapping your face back to look in your eyes. his hips snap forward with a harsh slap, hand coming down to smack against the side of your leg. 

“mind wondering off hm? am i not fucking you good enough princess? want it harder?” he growls, leaning down to nibble at your neck and you know you’re going to have a lovely little bruise you have to hide by the morning. 

“g-gray is calling you,” you whine through your lips, trying to keep your volume down low so as not to sound too excited about the idea of him potentially seeing you getting pounded by his brother. 

“and? he can wait-shit,” he groans wildly, eyebrows pulled together in both pleasure and anger as his phone starts it’s insufferable buzzing again, “what does he fucking want?!” he throws his hips forward a bit too hard at the last word, a sharp gasp tumbling from your mouth at the spot he hit deep inside. his back muscles flex from the sheer force of his movements and if it didn’t feel so good, you might have been scared. 

“answer it,” you whisper in his ear, biting at his earlobe with a smile, “answer it please, e.” 

“no,” he grunts, lips wrapping snug around one of your nipples, sucking as he pumps his cock into you.

your eyes, they are rolling back with a shaky breath, head falling to the side before you hear the buzzing once again - eyes fluttering back open to find that it’s Grayson again. the urge inside of you grows stronger with every vibration against the wooden nightstand.

“e...” you prompt him, reaching up to twirl your fingers in the soft, dark hair at the back of his neck, the sensation shooting tingles down to his toes. you only pull that move when you want something so bad it almost pains you, “pleases answer him.”

“he can fucking wait—jesus fucking-,” he grinds harder, breathing shallow and quick against the skin of your breasts as he’s admiring the sound of his balls slapping against you and your flesh that shakes from his fluid momevents.

“ethan answer the fucking phone.”

and it’s your tone. you’re seductive, sneaky but firm little tone that has him raising his head to look at you with a smirk, his hips never stopping their steady pace. he’s looking into your eyes once again - this time shocked at the desperation they hold.

“i don’t think i like your tone,” he ignores your request again until the phone buzzes next to your head, the sound creates an exciting buzz in your nerves - he’s so close yet so far away. looking into ethans eyes, you will him to understand what you need.

“ethan please.” the whine from your mouth is a dirty sound, something that’s high pitched and filled with lust.

leaning in to press his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, he’s mumbling with a low laugh, mocking you, “ah, i know what you want,” he leans over to grab the phones bottom corner with his thumb and pointer finger, sliding it off the table and smirking at the screen - lit up with graysons name yet again, “i know slut, you want my brother to join us hm?” he looks at you from around the phone, his cock still buried deep in your heat, “i’m not doing enough for you apparently.”

he sounds bitter, but you know in a time like this he wants to her you as worked up as he can.

“bro why did it take so fucking long for you to answer?,” you can tell he’s walking outside somewhere, phone in his hand, “okay so i have all the wood to build the frame but you’re going to have to help me in the morning because it’s going to be hard with just me and,” he stops short, squinting his eyes to look close at his brothers scrunched up ‘sex face’, “are...are you seriously talking to me while you’re fucking y/n? for real ethan? why didn’t you turn your phone of-“

“if you shut up and hurry you can join,” he deadpans, rocking his hips gently, kindling the fire, “our dirty girl wants us both tonight.”

there is a pause, the silence maddening, you almost want to tell him that you changed you mind, worried that grayson was suddenly against the idea. he’d always been more than willing the couple of times he had joined, and you all had been absolutely spent afterwards. you couldn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t want to take ethan up on the opportunity. but you mistook his silence for a denial, when it was really shock.

“already there,” grayson’s voice drops an octave lower before the chilling *beep beep beep* of a dropped call sings out into the bedroom- the excitement in you bubbling over into a giddy beam.

“thank you...” you smile pretty up at him, wiggling your hips in an attempt to make him look less brooding and scary. on any normal day it would bring out his pearly white teeth, lips pulled up into a toothy smile he’s always been too shy to share with the world. but not tonight.

“that’s alright,” he sighs, his pace speeding up again as he looking at your soft features about to be twisted into one of pain and blinding pleasure, “i just hope you know what you’ve just asked for.”

[vinylhazza]

Can you write a concept about y/n finding Ethan’s Nintendo switch and playing at the whole day ignoring Ethan at first he’s happy she’s having fun but then he starts getting annoyed since she isn’t paying him any attention so he decides to pull her panties down while she’s laying on her stomach and then he inserts a furry tail anal plug in her which they’ve never really used before and yeah....I’ll leave the rest to your imagination queen😳😌

i’m not saying anything i promise (😖)

it’s not like she wanted to ignore him, but he gave her the opportunity to play his game when he left it sitting out in the wide open and she always begs to play only to get a “later” thrown at her carelessly with a kiss on the cheek. well the ‘later’ never came and she would ask again at another time, only to get the same answer. so when he holds out the controller in defeat after snatching it from her hands - she is lunging at him on the bed, laying flat on her tummy with the brightest smile plastered across her face. how could he say no to that face? when she looks so darn cute and happy? it was the least he could do after telling her ‘later’ so many times. 

at first, it’s actually quite fun to watch her little squeals of enjoyment and have her all giddy with excitement because finally he let her play after having to beg him and beg him day in and day out. she was just talking among herself to the game, little side comments that make him laugh at first...but then he gets lonely. and she hasn’t said a word to him in hours. she’s still sitting there, in the exact same position, tapping away at the controller while he sat next to her with a childish pout. 

“baby,” he whines, nudging at her leg with his hand. nothing. he gives her a silly tap, still nothing, “babe.”

she lets out a little “humph” at his tap but nothing more, still zoned in on her game.

“hm...i’m gonna get some food you want anything?” he smirks at the mention of food, knowing that she can’t ever resist because she is always so damn hungry he almost can’t keep up and he’s twice her size. the girl can eat, he’ll give her that. but again, she doesn’t move. not an inch. not even talk answer him quickly.

“no thanks,” she mumbles, then it’s right back to her game. and it’s - it’s making him angry now. not slightly annoyed, but angry. because how is she going to find his game, give him puppy dog eyes, and then ignore him the whole day? he was even offering food for christ sake. but she wasn’t having it.

“no thanks?” he scoffed, flopping his hand down on her ass in disbelief, it gives a soft smack - the soft cotton material of her tiny grey shorts nice unde his hand, “when have you ever said no to food in your twenty years of existence?”

never. the answer is never. but did she care? not in the slightest. she was having way too much fun 1. getting him to that edge of maddening irritation that she experiences often and 2. playing a game she’s constantly kept away from because he’s too selfish to even let her play one fucking time.

she gives a shrug, the tiniest of smirks on her lips that were now pinkish red from biting at the skin in concentration. he was just making it so easy to get under his skin.

even if she did hear him through the noise and commotion going on in her head while she played his game, smiling wide, it didn’t make her feel bad. not even a bit. she deserves to have a bit of fun, especially after having to deal with this exact bullshit every day with ethan and he hadn’t once apologized for ignoring her. he just kept on tapping away, leaving her to fend for herself and find her own enjoyment even when he was the one that invited her over. so she presumes she’s covered on that bit.

but she wasn’t expected what came next. and she definitely wasn’t expecting the result or rather punishment due to his pouting and nagging. he couldn’t have something too extreme up his sleeve right?

okay, if she’s gonna have her fun, i guess i’ll have mine, he thought to himself, flinging himself off of the bed with a scowl and a huff. she continues playing while he saunters over to the bottom drawer of the dresser, trying to be as quiet as he could as to not disturb her little play time. sarcasm intended. with an evil grin he tugs the drawer open and pulls out a little something something that he just knows will get her attention. he’s pretty sure they have only used the little toy one time before, but it was one of the craziest nights of their life.

a buttplug with a brown fuzzy tail. something he never imagined using while she was unsuspecting, relaxed, and not in the mood. yet, that is. she wasn’t concerned about ethan, let alone where he’s wandered off too until she felt a tug at her pants. one, twice, and then harder the third time. she finally feels the elastic waistband of her shorts slip just a bit down the skin of her hips, then further, and further down the expanse of her legs and off of her feet. she would’ve told anyone that asked she was only have paying attention at this point, even though that would be a lie.

her eyes had settled on a wrinkle on the bed, eyes set in a firm stare, waiting to see what ethan was really up to back there. ready to eat her out? fuck her for playing his game? punish her for ignoring him? what could possibly be coming next? instead of dwelling on the future that would unfold in just a few moments, she goes right back to her game, but keeps her attention divided in case he wanted to pull something.

it was only when her panties were finally peeled off and his hands were spreading her open like a flower in spring that she truly understood just how badly he wanted her to pay attention to him. and she jumped in a bit of fear and suprise mostly at the cold pointed tip of the butt plug - all lathered with lube now - poking at her clenching hole.

she had only ever felt the sensation a few times, on nights they got a little carried away and tried every damn toy they had before they finished. but...the stretch...she just falls apart at the feeling. it’s his hand squeezing her ass while he pushes the plug in slowly that causes her eyes to droop shut, fingers stilling on the controller. she’s trying her hardest, she really is.

“e...what are you doing?” she whispers, afraid if she does much more it would be a high pitched squeal because oh my God it’s all the way in and she’s clenched so tight around the silver toy that she can’t even begin to explain the wetness dripping onto the bed.

“so now you wanna talk to me?” he teases, but keeps a dark tone, now pressing his thumb into the jewled part of the plug, pushing in to slightly fuck her with it. the tail lays across her legs and over to the side. his little pet, such a pretty little thing, “that game doesn’t seem very interesting now does it?”

her mouth hangs open now, blown away by the plug pushing against a spot in her that has her seeing millions of stars bursting behind her eyelids. he’s rubbing at backside now, waiting to see if she will finally give it a rest and give into him.

“put the fucking game down and look at me,” he barks, ordering her without any hint of a choice. fuck he sounded so mad. but he will not be ignored, especially for a game he doesn’t let her play for a reason.

she shakes her head, defying him, knowing he will make her anyway, but wanting him to force her.

“i said turn,” a slap to her ass, “the fuck,” another slap, “around.” with one final harsh slap to her now sore behind, she’s pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, wiggling the tail back and forth while looking at him over her shoulder.

rocking back against his hand felt like a sin, a dirty, nasty act that she should be damned for. it just felt so good to be touched by him, used by him, punished for being a bad, selfish little girl. but that’s what she is isn’t she? his dirty little girl. always would be.

when his free hand slips down to rub figure eights onto her sensitive clit, she’s screeching then, eyes watery with tears of pleasure. it drives her crazy when he really works for it. his fingers rub her just right as the plug kept hitting that same sweet spot inside of her, his thumb pressing repeatedly in on the jewel under the tail.

the sounds of her pussy, the wet, squelching, soaking, drenched sound of her had him humming to himself in a sort of hungry way. she’s his little slut, dirty fucking whore. couldn’t deny him if she tried. she’s desperate for him always. and it wouldn’t ever change. she could have said no to his sexual advances, could have ignored him or given him a short answer like she’d been doing all day. but that would have been denying her the selfish pleasure of him seducing her for attention. and she didn’t really want to deny herself that.

his fingers are pushing into her quickly, moving at a fast pace, a goal set in mind. first he started with one, then two, and finally he slipped a third finger righ in her tight little cunt. with the tail swinging with her movements, his fingers fucking her, the plug making her feel so stuffed and full, she is cumming in minutes - screaming out his name along with many many curse words. he gives her praises through the blackout high she feels - telling her that she’s his good angel, his pretty girl, his favorite toy.

the fluttering clench around his fingers makes him hungry for more, but decides he’ll save the best part for later. tugging at the tail in her ass, he’s pulling the plug out slowly, letting her feel the stretch once again, and hearing her whimper at the loss, her hole shrinking back in front of his eyes. fuck.

ethans hands reach out to grab at her hips, raising her up so her back is pressed firmly against his chest where he kneels on the bed, eyebrows furrowed and fingers wet with her juices. she knows exactly what to do when he holds them in front of her lips, sticking her tongue out to suck his digits into her mouth, sucking and slurping to make sure she gets them all clean. his arm is wrapped around her midsection, his hips trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone, so tender and soft.

“please don’t ignore me anymore,” he whines between kisses, dipping his hand down to smooth across her thigh and lower stomach. her skin is just so soft it makes him crazy to not be touching her in some way.

“the game wasn’t even that fun,” she sighs, tilting her head to the side to give him more access. intertwining their fingers and giving his hand a kiss, first on the top, then on each knuckle.

“is that so? why did you go completely tunnel vision then?” he challenges, raising his eyebrow (you know the face). he’s such a smartass.

“you know why,” she laughs, smile taking over her face because her plan had played out just the right way. ethan always needs the attention, and when he doesn’t get it, he will make damn sure you pay the price. no matter if it’s sexual, a prank or minor inconvinience.

his lips detach from her skin with a pout at first and he sets his eyes dead on her face as she waits for him to talk, smirk just ornery as can be.

“you sneaky little shit.”

long story short she gets her shit pounded later that night and when she wakes in the morning the love bites, soreness between her legs, and light bruises scattered across her skin are a testament to what happens if you ignore ethan pay attention to me always dolan.

[vinylhazza]

i can just imagine missionary with ethan and as he’s thrusting hard into you he has his hands on the headboard above you and his hips just roll into yours effortlessly i-

KFKAJEHWBWIWNWIE STOP OMG

he’s grunting “fuck” and “jesus” and saying your name under his breath. white knuckles on the headboard, eyes squeezed shut, opening them to get a glimpse at your fucked out expression, then he’s right back to moaning in your ear. seriously you think he wouldn’t be motivated by the sound of your bodies smacking together? because you’re wrong. i think that although many view missionary as boring - he loves it.