if requests are open… i beg of you, the ethan writer…. to please write something about ethan being a certified munch… like you can’t tell me he doesn’t eat pussy for a SPORT. sure he’d love you to sit on his face but… i can just imagine him folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you
A/N : Hii ! <3 I loooove your request so much, it just SCREAMS Ethan Landry to me, this man would happily die between your legs if it means he can eat your pussy for hours and make you cum multiple times !! 🤤🖤 Please tell me if I did justice to your request and you know where to find me if you want other Ethan’s fics 😘✨
Ethan Landry lives for eating you out as he loves giving the sweetest pleasure to your pussy…or is it his ?
❦ Even though Ethan Landry is inexperienced when he first starts eating you out, your boyfriend would improve so quickly because of two simple reasons. First, because Ethan wants to do things right and would absolutely listen to your advice when he asks you what feels good or not, taking mental notes of which spot makes you moan the loudest and which pace makes you cum the fastest. Secondly, because Ethan wants - need - to eat you out so frequently that he, anyway, grew to be very good at it.
❦ Ethan would definitely leave hickeys on your inner thighs before he even touches you pussy, his head nicely snuggled between your thighs as he nips, bites, licks and kisses your skin that will show his marks, only for him to know who you really belong to.
❦ He would then press his fingers on your pussy, his thumb rubbing on your clit through the pretty lace material of your panties that he offered you a few days ago, teasing you as Ethan feels the wetness dampen the fabric underneath his fingertips and proudly smiles when he realizes that he can work you up this nicely by barely touching you.
❦ Ethan would also always, and I say always, kiss your pussy through your panties before starting to eat you out, almost like he’s greeting your little cunny like the sweet boyfriend he is.
❦ This man could die between your thighs and he would be the happiest man ever. He would literally overstimulate your pussy for hours because Ethan cannot even realize how long he’s been giving you pleasure and he doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel good and…Ethan also gets excited just by eating you out.
❦ In fact, Ethan would get so painfully hard from pleasing you only with his mouth that he would start humping the bed to get some relief, cumming in his pants a few times seeing how much he’s desperate for you, and only you, making his head spin with pleasure.
❦ I also believe that Ethan’s hair is quite sensitive and with how much you would be pulling on his curly strands when he gives you orgasm one after the other, Ethan would whine, moan and grunt so much against your pussy, creating the most delicious vibrations against your sensitive clit.
❦ If you try to remove his head from your pussy (and if it’s still consensual of course), you won’t have any chance against his strength, his head won’t budge away from you. Nothing will stop Ethan if he isn’t finished with you yet and he will pin you down with his free hand by pressing against your tummy if he has to.
❦ Ethan will also bite your thighs if you contain your sounds of pleasure, he doesn’t want that and absolutely won’t let you do it. Ethan relishes in the way you so beautifully moan his name, whine in a pitched tone when you’re close to your climax and when you softly tell Ethan that you love him between soft whimpers after he overstimulated you.
❦ If he eats you out from behind or when you sit on his face, Ethan makes sure to grab handfuls of your ass while your thighs tremble and shake under his sweet indecent ministrations.
❦ Hell, this man would even eat you out at school between classes when Ethan really can’t wait to have you alone for himself. Ethan would take you to the restroom and press you against the wall as he kneels before going down on you. His head would be snuggled between your thighs as you look down to find his filthy gaze not leaving yours until he can hear you moan his name while you cream on his tongue. It simply feels like heaven to Ethan.
❦ Your boyfriend will even eat you out just to get rid of his stress, as Ethan paws at your skirt and then sliding his hand underneath it to caress the lace of your panties, after you both came back home from a long tiring day. « Please baby… I’m stressed, just need to eat you out real quick… I’ll be good… Can I ? », Ethan pleads you as he nuzzles your pulsating neck with his cold nose, pressing encouraging kisses there.
❦ Ethan feels immensely proud about giving you such pleasure only with his mouth and to hear those sweet sounds of yours mixed with little cries of his name, it all sounds like the most perfect music to his ears. After a session where your boyfriend knows that he did a particularly good job at making you feel good just by seeing the blush on your face, Ethan would silently look at you with a smug smile like the nerd he is.
❦ Ethan would make eye contact with you when he knows you’re close to reaching your climax. His eyes being half lidded white how pussy drunk he is.
❦ If you squirt while he eats you out, Ethan will feel so proud that he won’t ever shut up about it as he gently encourages you to do it again for him.
❦ After giving you so many orgasms with his mouth, a long session that leaves your pussy sensitive and puffy because of his lips, Ethan would so gently and softly kitten licks your pretty cunt and press little kisses on your clit, like the sweet boyfriend he is.
❦ While going down on you and after taking care of you, Ethan would praise you so much as he leaves kisses all over your face and pampers you with lovely words that he reserves only for you, his perfect girlfriend, « You did so well for me, angel. »
❦ Well, Ethan worships your pussy if that wasn’t clear enough.
❦ But what Ethan favors to do the most is folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you and literally do whatever he wants to your pussy. Ethan would sometimes add two of his fingers when he wants to give you even more pleasure while sucking on your clit, twirling his tongue around it and lapping at your folds like the sweet puppy he is as he tries his best to tongue fuck you.
❦ When Ethan’s finished with you, as you’re so overstimulated that your legs go limp when he releases them, barely able to feel your legs anymore seeing how much strength your boyfriend applied on them. Some marks already start forming as Ethan apologetically presses kisses on your bruised skin, his face now covered in your juices as his mouth glistens. Ethan would give you the sloppiest kiss ever to make you taste yourself on his tongue, as he whines in your mouth at the feeling of having done a good job at making you feel good. During this kind of kiss, Ethan feels restless as he uncontrollably paws at your chest and holds your face to deepen the kiss, as he rubs his still hard-on against your pussy. His pants dampened with his cum after cumming in his pants so many times, feels sticky on your skin while he humps himself on your poor overstimulated and swollen clit. Yet, Ethan will never forget aftercare as he cleans you up like his dear little princess before cuddling you. Ethan is the loveliest puppy as he holds you tight in his arms, moving you closer to his body before he gets sleepy and rests his head on your shoulder, snoring lightly in your ear while he nuzzles against your face.
reader x ethan x vox threesome plsplspls tell me someone sees the vision
your vox’s second assistent (ethan was deemed incompetent) and ethan is so jealous that you’re getting all close to vox
and its sorta like a love triangle: vox wants you, ethan wants vox, and ur kinda into ethan and are dtf vox
then you all figure this out and just fuck like rabbits in Voxs office
vox doesnt want to touch ethan though so thats an issue (he ends up doing it anyways) so you sorta act as a buffer and stay in the middle (not for long)
obsessed — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : getting a call from ghostface is never good. especially when you find out who lives under the mask—the dorky boy who you drunkenly kissed one night.
contents : kissing. a little bit of touching. obsessive ethan, blood + mention of dead body. finger in mouth. wc 2.9k.
pt one pt two pt three
god, he was obsessed. the way you danced, swaying your head without a care in the world. a red solo cup was in your grasp, as you took spacial sips.
ethan’s hands itched to do something he shouldn’t. you were a target, and his infatuation would only make you more so.
but then he catches sight of a guy slowly dancing up to you. his eyes ran down your form hungrily, and ethan nearly broke his teeth, as he clenched his jaw.
you and ethan knew each other. you were in the same friend group, but ethan never allowed himself to get closer than that.
now watching your drunk ass begin to half heartedly grind on the stranger made him crack. he pushed off the wall, skirting past the sweaty people until he reached you. grabbing your shoulders he brought you towards him and away from the stranger.
you crashed into ethan, your balance not ideal at the moment. ethan eyes the guy with a glare, as you turn to face the man again. ethan slips his hand around your waist, as you grab his shoulder, more so for balance than anything.
you look up at ethan with furrowed brows. “ethan? i didn’t see you.” you smile, your mind and mouth drunk.
ethan spares you a glance and restrains from touching you any further.
“hey angel, don’t tell me this is your boyfriend.” the gruff voice of the stranger meets both ethan and yours ears.
you open your mouth but ethan beats you to it. “yeah, i am.”
your brows further crease as you gaze up at him. “boyfriend.” you mutter out. “boy friend.” then you realise something, your forehead smoothing. in your drunk state you clued it up to ethan agreeing to being your ‘boy friend’, with that exact space inbetween.
ethan’s grip tightens around your waist as the stranger speaks. “well, your girl seemed to enjoy grinding her ass on me a little too much.”
ethan didn’t like the way he spat the words while holding a smug expression. “she’s clearly drunk, asshole. don’t let it get to your head.” i’d be happy to stab you ten times if you don’t get her out of your head too, ethan doesn’t say.
the stranger scowls but backs up, disappearing into the crowd. ethan immediately turns to you, his breath hitching when he realises how close your watching him. your smile is wide and your eyes wondrous.
“fuck,” ethan mutters under his breath, before he drags you off the dance floor and into the hallway.
you subconsciously brush a strand of hair from ethan’s eyes, and they grow wide in response. he stops, though your grip is still on his arm.
“you ‘av pretty hair.” you nearly giggle.
ethan is focusing anywhere other than your lips, neck or eyes. all things making him slowly lose control. “i do?”
you eagerly nod, as you reach up to run your fingers though it. he freezes, watching you closely. you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you’re drunk. ethan chants this in his head. but then you lean closer looking concentrated.
you run your thumb along his bottom lip, brushing something off, but all ethan can focus on is your face and the feel of your hand. ethan can’t help reaching his own hand forward to brush your bottom lip.
“oh, do I have a hair there too?” you question, about to raise your hand to replace his when he suddenly steps closer, your back hitting the hallway wall. ethan continues to watch your lips as he runs his thumb along the bottom again, and as you open your mouth to speak, he lets it brush past your lips.
his thumb grazes your tongue, as you stare at him. through your drunken haze you close your mouth, your lips wrapping around his thumb almost delicately.
ethan’s breathing turns choppy, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you begin to drag your tongue along his thumb. he steps forward again, now pressing his entire body against yours. he feels as though he’s going to pass out by the way your looking at him. wide innocent eyes, slightly heavy from being drunk. drunk. you were drunk.
ethan pulls his thumb out of your mouth, but he can’t seem to find the strength to step away. you lick your lips free from your spit, and ethan holds back a groan. fuck, he wanted to kiss you.
your hand reaches up to tap under his chin playfully. your mind was a blur. “you taste like alcohol.”
and he looses whatever self control was left as he mutters a ‘christ’ before smashing his lips against yours.
your head hits back against the wall, as ethan’s hands wander your entire body. his tongue is dancing with yours as he explores. he wants to erase every other guys touch. he wants you to only remembers his. but you won’t remember this. your far too drunk. and so, ethan forces himself to break the kiss.
but he ends up just leaving your lips. he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, all the way down to your neck. your hand is back in his hair, making him groan. he laps at your skin, tasting your perfume, as it burns his tongue.
his grip has tightened around you, his head practically burrowed into your neck, as you gasp. “oh, god,” he breathes, getting far too carried away.
his hand drifts down from your hips, under your skirt. gripping your thigh he lifts it over his hip. perfect access as his hand dips down to your panties, rubbing one stripe along your covered pussy. you jolt making him smile. he continues to rub you, trying different pressures. it was torture trying to refrain from ripping your panties clean off. but ethan wanted you to remember this.
as compensation for his restraints he kisses you, hard, as he groans into your mouth, before he pulls away with a bite to your bottom lip.
he pushes himself away from you, setting a good distance to regain control. you touched your lips, before catching his gaze. he immediately looks away, scared he’d repeat what he’d done.
he harshly runs his hands through his hair, as you step forward.
“was it not good?” your question came off so innocent. your state made you have no filter, resulting in you spouting exactly what you were thinking, no room for embarrassment.
ethan’s eyes softened as he caught your gaze. he shook his head. “that’s not why I stopped.”
“oh.” you say with a nod, before looking down to fiddle and straighten your skirt.
fuck, you looked almost sad. ethan felt terrible, wanting so badly to continue. but you would hate him in the morning.
“come on, i’ll take you home.” ethan forced himself to say, as he held his hand out.
you quickly look up, with a shake to your head. ethan frowns, stepping forward.
“it’s okay. i’ll get home.” you smile before turning down the hallway and towards the exit.
ethan rushes after you, as you both reach outside. the cold night air contrasted drastically with the humid environment inside.
ethan grabs your arm, making you spin back. you look at him questionably. you didn’t appear hurt or anything which only made ethan’s brows furrow in confusion.
“your not mad at me?” he asks.
“mad at you? why?”
ethan breaths an almost sigh of relief, thinking he hurt you. but then your almost dismissive comment made his heart ache. did you not want to kiss him?
ethan tightens his hold on your arm. “ethan?” you ask. “i’m gonna head home now.”
ethan shakes his head. “i’ll take you.” without leaving anymore room for disagreement, ethan pulls you to his car.
;;
ethan panted, his face hot under his mask. blood pooled by his feet, as he tilted his head to inspect the dead body. it was a student in the same class as tara. his dad had hoped that this would be a cut too close to home, maybe strike some fear in the carpenter sisters.
he cleaned his knife with one swipe of his gloved hand, before he stepped over the body. he was in an alleyway, halloween festivities easily heard throughout the city. he was prepared to remove his mask when he caught sight of a familiar head of hair.
you walked along the street, gaze distracted by your phone, as you most likely headed home. though a certain part of ethan wanted to make sure you did get home safe, and alive.
quinn had mentioned you as a possible first kill, but ethan was quick to come up with some excuse about how it wouldn’t hurt the carpenter sisters in the way they wanted. even so, ethan was still worried that quinn or his dad might go against his words and choose to kill you in their own time. he couldn’t let that happen.
so, he left his bag to be collected later, and began to follow you.
it wasn’t strange to see a ghostface walking around. it was halloween of course. so, ethan was quick to blend in with the other horror icons.
you skirted past people, reading the messages left by mainly mindy. she was ranting on about who she thought ghostface was. ethan was her top suspect. you had laughed it off, originally thinking how stupid that would be. but soon remembered that anyone could be ghostface, whether they were a tall, intimidating football player, or a dorky kid from econ.
your phone then began to ring. your brows creased not recognising the number. you hesitantly place to your ear, darting your gaze around. “hello?”
“hello, y/n.”
you sucked in a breath. of course it was fucking ghostface. you didn’t slow your steps as you made sure you were continuously around people.
“what do you want?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.
“oh, nothing much, just…maybe your head in a little parcel for your friends to find at their doorstep.”
you gulped down arising vomit, as you tried to look around you. “where would you send it first?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at passing hooded people. “sam, tara and quinn? or would it be to mindy—”
ghostface cuts you off. “what about ethan?”
you clench your jaw. “why ethan?” your steps have hurried.
“why not?” ghostface taunts. “I’d love to see his reaction to your head in a box.”
your breathing has quickened.
“would he scream? cry? or would he feel murderous.” ghostface genuinely sounds as though they’re enjoying themselves.
“ethan wouldn’t kill.”
“I suppose not.” ghostface replies. “I guess that’s more my sort of hobby.”
“where are you?” you ask, seeing too many fake ghostfaces along the street.
you quickly reach your apartment complex, rushing up the stairs before pausing at your front door, keys ready. “where are you?” you ask again. but then they hang up.
you pull the phone away from your ear, breathing harshly. you unlock the door, swiftly re-locking it with a slam. you don’t waste time to run to the kitchen to grab a knife. ghostface could be in your apartment.
holding the knife out and ready, you scrolled through your contacts, calling your friends. not one picked up.
“fuck.” you breath out.
your next contact to try was ethan. but as you were about to press call a smash could be heard from your bedroom.
whipping your head up you gripped the knife a fraction tighter. you weren’t going in there. ghostface would have to come out.
there was a moment of tense silence before another smash was heard, but this time it sounded more like a head was being thrown against a wall. you pause. a head?
you rush to your bedroom door, making sure your knife pointed straight before you turned the handle.
the door creaked open and to your surprise you saw ghostface on the floor, looking either knocked out or dead. you hoped for the latter. but when you raised your gaze you were even more shocked to see another ghostface looming over the previous. their head slowly turns to you and you let out a yelp, shutting your bedroom door in haste.
what the hell? two ghostfaces were fighting? now that you’d never seen before. you backed up as you watched the door handle twist.
“don’t—” you rasp out as ghostface appears in the doorway. they don’t step any further though, just watching you instead. “get the fuck out!” you exclaim.
ghostface tilts his head in an inspection of you. “is that a way to treat your saviour.” ghostface’s barratoned, hidden voice speaks.
“what?” you choke out, still keeping the knife at arms length.
“I can’t say I’ve saved many.” ghostface continues. they step once and you back up.
“your afraid of me?” ghostface almost sounds pleased.
“of course I’m afraid of you.”
“I’m glad.” ghostface nods. “I didn’t want you to act stupid.”
you’ve backed up into the kitchen again as your hip knocks your phone. you remember you were about to call ethan. you quickly grab it pressing call on his contact. “come on, pick up,” you mutter.
then you hear a phone ring. and it sadly wasn’t yours. you freeze, looking up to see ghostface much closer than before. you raise your knife as your ear locks onto where the sound is coming from.
your eyes dart down to ghostfaces hip. buzz, buzz, buzz. “you…” you drift off, darting your gaze back up to their face. “your not…”
your face has fallen as you just stare. then ghostface sighs, bringing out the phone. “I could have stolen this.” ghostface half heartedly tries.
“what…” your words are lodged in your throat. and that’s when ghostface pulls off their mask.
you stare straight at ethan, who’s chest is heaving from the previous fight.
you pause. “huh?” you hip hits against the counter as you keep yourself steady. ethan was fucking ghostface?
he smiles. “hi,” he has the audacity to sound genuine and sweet.
“ethan? You’ve got be kidding me.” you breath out. “w-what?”
“sorry, I didn’t really mean for you to find out this soon.” he shrugs, stepping further into the kitchen and resting his mask on the counter. you back around until your on the opposite side.
“if you didn’t want me finding out, then why did you have your phone in your pocket?” you ask warily.
“maybe…I did want you to find out, just not right here…right now.” he waves his tainted knife in the direction of your room. “that bitch thought it was ok to come kill you.”
“I kissed you!” you suddenly exclaim, just now coming to that realisation.
ethan smirked. “I was hoping you’d remember.”
you shake your head. “no, god.” you mutter, your hand tightening around the kitchen island.
“I’m glad you do remember, because shit did you taste good. even with all that extra alcohol on your tongue.”
you sucked in a breath. “if I would have known you were ghostface—”
“you would have what?” ethan cuts in. “not kissed me?”
“yes!” you exclaim.
ethan tsks, swaying his knife back and forth in disapproval as he nears you. you skirt around the island again, keeping an eye on ethan.
“I was hoping we could do that again.” he begins. “with you sober this time.”
“I’m not gonna kiss you.”
“well that’s a shame.” he rears closer, a quick step away. “but I guess I can kiss you elsewhere.” you back up, as he tauntingly stalks forward.
you shake your head, as he just nods in response. “maybe your neck?” he grabs your shirt, yanking you towards him. you scream before he’s breathing over your mouth.
“or maybe your thighs.”
as you struggle against him, he manages to twist you so that your hips collide with the kitchen island as he grabs your waist.
he leans so close, caging you in. “or maybe I can finally taste somewhere a little more…intimate.” he licks at your earlobe as you struggle against him. he grins before biting your ear. you jolt against him, certainly not used to this version of ethan.
he then leans slightly back to hover over your quivering lips. “or will you let me kiss you?” his voice has turned soft, somewhat pleading.
you breathing stutters as he licks his lips. “how bout I make you deal?”
you catch his gaze. “if you let me kiss you, I’ll leave. I understand it’s a lot to process.” he almost sounds caring and it’s making your head spin.
he tilts his head, his curls bouncing a fraction. “well?”
you gulp, glancing down at his lips. he would leave.
“how do I know your not lying?” you whisper.
“because I just saved you from getting murdered.” he pauses, reading your expression. “plus having consent turns me on a little more than not.”
you breath, watching him for a moment. then you find yourself nodding. he’ll leave.
ethan can’t help but smile as he pulls you closer. “thank you.” he whispers, sounding so gentle, before he’s smashing his lips against yours. you lean slightly back as his tongue grazes your own. the force of his desperate kiss forcing you to lean. ethan grabs at your waist, fisting your shirt as he laps at your bottom lip and tongue. you move your head with his, finding a passionate rhythm.
ethan groans into your mouth as you both become just teeth and tongues. he finally pulls away, breathless.
you breath heavy as you place your hands behind you on the counter. both of your chests are heaving, but just as ethan had said he backed away, grabbing his mask and placing it over his head again.
hi sorry to ask but do you mind writing about more about Dave Lizewski (I think that’s how u spell it?)
✎ᝰ subby!needy!dave x reader
Before you two even dated, he would follow you at night from a distance and watch you through your window. If someone else saw it in any way they wanted, they’d think he was stalking you. Which wasn’t the case.
He would hurry up with any work needing done with the new weapons that were going to be used for the next mission and ran out the door just in time to see you get ready for bed. He had done this for months before you asked him to come over to do the project your teacher assigned you to do, leading on from there.
He hated that class but always seemed to be passing since he really had no one to talk with to get distracted with the work. Once he started talking to you more in that class, he would slip with his grades and even got into a small argument with his dad over him failing.
The morning after the argument with his dad, he felt so upset with everything, giving attitude towards everyone including his teachers which almost made him getting sent to detention—even though he was completely unfazed with the security guard taking him to the office after Dave insisted that he wasn’t going to do the work. Which that even got him more upset because his dad had to come in and have a conference meeting with the assistant principal. Around lunch time he sat across from you which made you ask him, “everything okay?”. He just shrugged his shoulders, which slight pissed you off. You went about your couple minutes left for lunch by eating you homemade pasta you have packed for the two of you—which he didn’t eat since he had been daydreaming on how he would get back at his teachers and father— you up from your small bento lunch kit bowl and see him staring down at a random stain on the table. You were so confused but mad that he didn’t even give an explanation.
He walks you to your next period after lunch was over but stayed quiet the entire time and just made small hums when you would ramble about your day.
He could never be mad at you but he would get quiet and just mumble little things to make sure you know he was listening. You fixated your for eyes up towards his hooded ones, “did you get enough sleep, baby?” you ask him while running your thumb across a small part of his forearm while the rest of your hand is wrapped around his left arm.
Walking towards his last period of the day, he gets pulled into an empty classroom and gets pinned to the wall, whatthefuck?
He sees you with your arms crossed and with a pouty look, making him smile a little. “What’s up with you?” He asks, trying to keep his act. Which only made you even more mad but you decided to take that to your advantage since apparently we are acting what we aren’t.
“I missed you . . so much in class, baby.” You say, voice getting softer with ever word as you slowly get on your knees. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you, getting the hint on what your going to do next. “Yeah, can I show you how much I love you?”
He just nods— pissing you off already with the ways he keeps trying to push his act even further— watching you pull his pants along with his briefs as you pull it out. He slightly groans as he watches you tease the tip then slipping his cock into your mouth. “Mmm— keep going, baby.”
Head game was so strong he felt his hips stutter while trying to shove more of him deep inside.
As soon as he says that, you pull him out your mouth— making him furrow his brows in confusion— looking down at your naked figure which just made him hard all over again as you watched his tip get a dark red shade and his cock bolt up again.
“W-why did you do that I thought-”
“What? You thought what, huh, that you were gonna be able to cum in my mouth with how filthy yours was when I asked if you were okay? No sweet boy, you don’t deserve anything. Especially after being so rude to me, you should feel bad for the way you acted towards me.”
You get off your knees and fix you makeup— all smudged from the amount of sucking you were doing which made everything come off— he watches you look at yourself in your small mirror while he’s leaned back against the teachers desk with his cock still out, giving it small strokes while he watches you.
“I never meant any of that, I was just…eing a dick and I’m sorry but please do something,” he says with those little whines he always makes at the end when you tease him, clearly referring to his little problem.
“Fine but we do this my way. Starting off with you on your knees this time.”
He must have heard you talking in some sort of secret morse code manner with the way his body was completely frozen, he watches you stand still— not moving an inch to prove to him you weren’t messing around— and slowly goes down to his knees while still making eye contact with you.
He automatically feels a hard sting across his right cheek and immediately holds it, looking up at you and furrows his brows. You just look down towards him and told your head. “This doesn’t even come close with the way you acted today.”
“Why did you have to slap-” then another one across his left cheek now,”you don’t seem to get what’s going on here david.”
He slightly widens his eyes at the name, “I messed up and I know that but don’t call me by my first name you know I hate when you do that.”
You kneel down to meet his eyes and wrap your hands around his tip as the pre-cum is being used as lube, “I’ll call you whatever I want and your just going to have to deal with it just like the way you acted the way you wanted to.”
He lets out a simple hum, approving of your previous mentions. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t mad mad at you from the start, he shouldn’t even be acting like that around you.
He quickly whines and start moving his upwards to create more friction. With your other clean hand you play with his curls in between your fingers and give him a warm smile before pulling harshly at his tip and harshly on his curls.
He doesn’t say anything this time but gives you a small smile before feeling your soft lips crash with his, following your lips once you pull away, “does that feel good, baby?”
“A-amazing but I’m almost close…” he whimpers out, breathe sounding heavy and pants coming out of him. Before you could tell him how good of a job he was doing you feel hot ropes of white liquid splatter all over your hands and thighs.
He slowly gets up and pulls out his hand, helping you by getting tissues off the teachers desk. “Im sorry for the way I acted, I had no right to put my anger out on you..even if I was just ignoring you, it still wasn’t right of me.”
° anon request: Ethan x reader, where ethan tells her to sit on his face for a round of cunnilingus, she is a little insecure at first because she's heavy and he assures her it's okay and gives her a well deserved treat once she sits, grazie xxx
“I want you to sit on my face.” Your boyfriend said, his tone needier than what you had gotten used to hearing over the past three months.
Your first thought was of how you were going to get out of this. Luckily, you had an excuse to be avoiding Ethan’s eye right now, facing the bathroom mirror as you brushed your hair. He was behind you, towelling off after the shower that the two of you had shared.
Your cheeks were filled with heat and the insecurities were swarming your system. Despite it being an exciting offer, you were more apprehensive than anything else and you bit on your bottom lip a little.
You had never sat on anyone’s face. Nobody before Ethan had offered it. And you hadn’t requested it of anyone - classifying yourself as ‘too big’ for that particular sex act. You held realistic perceptions of your weight and you stayed within the parameters of what could be done with your heavier than normal body.
He must have been offering it as a means of repaying you for all of the times that you had gone down on him - he was extremely polite like that. But, even as the insides of your thighs twitched, all that you could think of were the risks that went with resting your body weight on his gorgeous face. He could get an uncomfortable crick in his neck, or sustain much worse injuries if it took you too long to finish and climb off.
“I don’t know how you would have the energy for anything like that, weren’t you just saying how tired you were, like, five seconds after you came?” You asked, referring to the hand-job that you had given him in the shower.
“Well maybe the view that I’m getting right now is better than any espresso shot and I’m back to being wide awake.” He said. After returning his towel to the track, he had taken a seat on the closed toilet lid, looking at the back of you.
“Wow, my booty is more fuckin’ powerful that I knew.” You said with a giggle as you set the hairbrush down.
“Are you saying that you don’t want me to eat you out?” He asked.
“I’m kind of busy braiding my hair.” You continued to deflect. You were working your damp hair into two braids.
He stood up, approaching where you stood at the vanity. He came into the reflection, his serious face much more difficult to avoid looking at now. “If you don’t feel like it and you wanna just go to bed, that’s totally fine, I never wanna pressure you, honey. But you made me feel so good and I wanna return the favour. You’ve more than earned a treat from me.” Your eyes met his, your fingers working on auto-pilot. “I’m not tired anymore, I’ve got all of the energy that I need to enjoy this amazing body.”
You cleared your throat, you had been getting more heated with each word that he said. You secured the tail of this first plait with an elastic. “I was never really all that tired…”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Fantastic, so be my bedtime snack…”
Before starting the second braid, you turned to look at him and secured the next kiss on your lips. “I’ll meet you in there.”
With both of your roommates working the night shift, you and Ethan were free to walk around the house naked. There were also no restrictions on how loud you could get during sex.
You finished your plaiting and left for the bedroom. He hadn’t pulled on any clothes, just lying out on your bed. As he waited for you, he had started looking at something on his phone.
The device was set aside as soon as you climbed onto the bed with him. His eyes greedily took in the sight of you, probably making a running order of all the things he wanted to do to you.
But the look on his face changed when you laid down next to him, flat on your back. He lifted his head from the pillow, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what he was currently seeing.
“What are you doing? I said that I wanted you to sit on my face.” He said.
For something to do, you started to pick at the already-chipped polish on your fingernails. “I know, but…”
He rolled onto his side, facing you. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter, ‘cause we can just cuddle if you’re not feeling it after all.”
“It’s not that. You can always make me feel it. It’s just that…”
He leaned in, coming into your field of vision. “What is it? Can you look at me, please?”
You sighed and raised your eyes, meeting his gaze. His stare was like a truth ray, you had told him this before - it was one of the reasons that you had been able to get vulnerable with him in the earlier stages of your relationship.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” You said.
“What are you talking… Do you mean my feelings? ‘Cause I’m a big boy and I can definitely take it if you tell me that you’re not into a position.”
“No, I mean physically.” You said. “What if I, like, break your nose?”
He gave a little laugh, which you couldn’t join in on. “You’re not gonna break my nose.”
“There are other ways that you could get hurt.” You said in a small voice.
He picked up your hand with both of his. “And I’m not worried about any of them. Honestly, I think you’re seeing a disaster where there isn’t one. Like one of those psychics who predicts that the end of the world is super soon, but it never happens.” He lifted your hand and began placing kisses to each of your fingers. “I wish you’d just give it a chance. We both have such a great time when I’m eating you out, so why can’t we do this?”
“Ethan…” You said with another sigh. “You’re making it really hard to say no.”
"So don't say no." He said, leaning in and kissing you softly. It was one of his slow kisses, the type that you felt like you could melt into. His kisses could shoot all of the other thoughts out of your mind, until you were just feeling, not thinking. And the intensity was always there, unlike anyone you had kissed before.
“You don’t need to worry. I wouldn’t have offered something that I didn’t think I could handle.” He said.
Your fingers played with his loose hair as you continued to avoid making up your mind. “Yeah, I know that on some level, but…”
“Every part of your body excites me. It doesn’t scare me.” He said. “And I don’t want you to be scared either.”
“We need some sort of safety signal, for when you need me to get off quickly…” You got distracted by the new look on his face. “Not like that. I mean, climb off quick. Like if you’re in pain, or you can’t breathe, or something…”
“I don’t think any of those issues are going to come up. But if it helps you feel better then by all means, we can have a signal.” He said.
“What if you pinched my back?” You offered. “But make sure you do it above my ass so I don’t think it’s just part of you being sexual.”
“That sounds perfect.” He said. “Good idea, honey.”
“Thanks.”
He paused before speaking again and you could tell he was waiting for something. “So, will you sit on my face now, please?”
You nodded while not meeting his eye. “We can try it. But we don’t have to spend heaps of time on it. And you don’t have to feel bad about asking me to climb off, ‘cause I’ll do it, straight away.”
“Great, I don’t think there’s any more ground rules we need to set out.” He said.
“I guess not…”
He gave you a kiss before rolling over to put his back on the mattress. “Alright, please proceed to sitting on my face, honey.”
He looked perfectly at ease as he laid there, but you weren’t really feeling the same way. As you sat up, your mind continued to be dominated by insecurities. You didn’t know what it would take to make them go away, you only knew he hadn’t found it yet.
He had no idea how short you were planning to keep this ‘just trying it’. Your priorities hadn’t yet shifted to your pleasure - his safety was still the most important thing.
You had decided that you were only going to sit on his face for a couple of minutes. It would be part of the foreplay, rather than needing to be the main event of this night. You wouldn’t need more than a couple of hot minutes. Then once he could breathe and be comfortable again, that was when your focus would go to securing your climax.
You couldn’t deny how sexy he looked, outwardly eager and it was all for you. How had you gotten so lucky?
You turned your body around and lifted yourself up onto your knees. Thankfully, your padded headboard would give you plenty of support. You held onto it as you lifted one of your legs, passing it over his head, until your knee could rest on the pillow.
As you got your other knee in position, he took the opportunity to press kisses across your exposed thigh. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your belly, despite your lingering concerns.
It seemed like he could hardly wait to get started. In addition to giving your inner-thigh more-and-more kisses, he also placed both of his hands to your body. As you were getting settled in this position, his hands were in near-constant motion - feeling your legs, the sides of your torso and across your butt. Already you felt that your body was so appreciated, and you knew this was only his starting point (there was so much more that he had in store for you).
You could get comfortable like this, feeling steady as you hovered your pussy a few inches above his face. You kept hold of the headboard while your other hand stroked through his hair.
Seeing him beneath you like this was giving you a sense of power, which held a lot of potential.
‘Just a couple of really hot minutes’, you vowed to yourself.
Then you felt his tongue, pressing to your entrance and exploring how aroused you currently were. Your skin prickled as your anticipation began to break free from its cage.
He dragged his tongue up, gliding between your labia. Your fingers curled amongst his hair, twisting the strands to hold in a loose grip.
His tongue reached your clit and a smile lifted the corners of your mouth. He pushed his lips up against the hood in a sweet kiss. As he lingered here, your thoughts drifted away from how you had been trying to track the time.
As your sensitivities grew and demanded more of your attention, you realised you didn’t know if you had been in this position for two minutes or longer.
When he started to move his tongue again (up-and-down now), your resolve to climb off failed you. Instead you were just enjoying this tempo that he was establishing. It seemed that with each stroke, more of your cunt responded as blood steadily pumped into this area.
He gripped your thighs tighter as he began to bob his head, lifting it from the pillow so he could apply more pressure to your pussy. Everything happened in waves, swelling but easing before it could hit the point of overwhelming you. Your fingers properly clenched on his hair now.
The glorious sensitivities wanted to dominate your consciousness. Your insecurities lost their standing on your list of priorities.
Without deciding to, you began to move your hips. You rocked back, using your body weight without fear of the result. And the result felt so good.
You got more contact with his tongue and tingles sprung up even higher within you. So you kept going, thrusting again-and-again. You steadily got into rhythm with him and you transferred your other hand to the headboard, holding it for more support.
“Mn, fuck.” You struggled to catch your breath.
Your body was throbbing, all of your consciousness lay at your core. He was consistent with his lapping and you got to enjoy even more effects. You enjoyed the friction and all of the excitement it fuelled.
The intensity sharply increased when he put his mouth directly to your clitoris. And he didn’t pull back from it. He started lavishing kisses upon it. As he gently sucked it and occasionally added his tongue, you continued to pump your hips. The tempo didn’t matter so much to you anymore, it just felt too good to stop.
“Puh-promise I’m not huh-hurting you?” You asked.
He extended his tongue and kept this pressed on your clitoris as he attempted to answer. “Puh-wom-us.”
You moved a little slower and looked down. He disappeared and reappeared in your vision, covered by your body. But when you did gain a glimpse of his face, you saw that his eyes were shut. He may have looked peaceful, if not for the crease between his brows.
Before you could get too carried away by these concerns, he let out a muffled moan. With his mouth still occupied with your clit, the noise couldn’t come out clearly. But it didn’t sound pained. You didn’t think he was trying to communicate to you that he was feeling a crick in his neck. Instead this aligned with noises you had heard him make during other cunnilingus sessions.
Feeling less worried, you could concentrate on your movements again. You started to reclaim your tempo, grinding down to where his mouth savoured your clitoris. You felt minor spasms in each of your thighs.
You shut your eyes, purely fixating on the building pleasure. You knew that there was no chance of you climbing off of his face now. You simply couldn’t. You couldn’t bear the thought of this ending without you orgasming.
Once you locked into your momentum again, you found that it was effortless to maintain. There was nothing to interrupt your flow, the way you were rocking your hips felt so natural. There were far less restrictions than what you experienced when receiving cunnilingus in other positions. It was a revelation, finding how much further you could push your hips.
“Please, Ethan…” You gasped out. “Please don’t stop.”
He seemed to respond by sucking harder on your clitoris. He alternated between this and massaging it with his tongue. This continued pressure brought more noises tumbling from your lips.
Then he began to fill his finger into your pussy. It glided up between your sensitive walls as you kept to your tempo.
The pleasure was flooding through all of you, taking you to the point of no return as he added a second and third finger. He curled them and gave you the most intimate massage of all, prompting you to see stars.
The enjoyment was almost unbelievable, as if feeling this good could pose an actual danger to you. You were so caught up that you failed to remember that you should be afraid of breaking his nose. Your body was weightless to you now, it simply encased all of your very receptive nerves.
The tremors in so much of your body couldn’t be ignored and you felt your strength wanting to fail you.
But then you hit the climax and everything was finally able to boil over inside of you. Your mouth dropped open as the relief surged through you, pure and perfect.
You cursed and whimpered as you fell apart. You lost your momentum, too overwhelmed to know how to move your body anymore. But Ethan kept you detached from reality with his fingers still working inside of you. He had parted his lips from your clit, allowing you to graduate into the realm of your afterglow.
“Holy fu…” You breathed, gradually opening your eyes.
His hand caressed from your thigh to your back, then back again. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me that I was right.”
You made a noise that was almost like a laugh. Your body felt more tender and you had to consciously decide on all of your movements, nothing was happening automatically at present.
Your mind still felt blown as you landed on the bed beside him. You gasped for air as you moved into a comfortable position - coincidently, this brought you closer to him. He was facing you as he laid on his side, a thoroughly satisfied smile on his mouth. He looked as pleased as he did after reaching his own orgasm.
“I told you that I could handle it, honey.” He said and you could certainly forgive him for any current smugness.
You wiped your hand across the built-up sweat on your forehead. “I'm not sure that I did handle it. I think that’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had from someone eating me out.”
“I’m just happy we finally did it like that.” He said.
You were so focused on him that you forgot about pulling the covers over any part of your body. You rolled onto your side and brought your hands up to his cheeks. “I’m glad that I trusted you and I’m gonna do it more going forward, with less hesitation.”
He responded by putting his lips to yours. The kiss told you that nothing else needed to be said, you could just exist in this state of synchronisation with him.
summary : You’re at a party playing truth or dare while drunk and things turns out unexpectedly hot.
words count : 1.8 k
WARNINGS : MINORS DNI, can be gn!reader, drunk sex, first time, ethan and reader are virgins (they both are bold), mutual masturbation, p in v, protected sex (ALWAYS), kind of dirty talk, smut with plot, hair pulling, it’s like soft smut it’s their first time but ethan is whipped (lmk if there’s something i missed)
a/n : virgin!ethan gives me butterflies (+sub!ethan)
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The music was extremely loud when you entered that frat party, you weren’t the type to go out a lot but when you did, it was always awkward at first. You scanned the crowd of drunk people in hope of recognizing one of your friends -who invited you- and saw chad at the other side of the room, talking with a guy who appeared as awkward as you.
You quickly walked to them and greeted them
“hi guys!” you screamed so both of the boys could hear you, chad screamed hi in return and the other boy looked at you, doing a shy hi from his hand. Now that you were looking at him, you recognized that it was the guy from your econ class, who’s like 2 seats in front of you. Not knowing what to say, that’s the only subject of conversation that came to your mind.
“You have econ right ? i saw you yesterday!” you said and chad gave you the biggest side eye and left, he wasn’t there to talk about school
“what ?” said the boy, frowning his eyebrows, he couldn’t hear shit with that loud music and bended forward to hear you. The proximity made your heart skip a beat. why was that hot ? you thought. You cleared your throat and spoke louder “i asked if you had econ ! i think we’re in the same class !”
“oh…yeah !” the boy looked at you, as if he was searching in his memory if he saw you before, the proximity of your faces made him blush slightly. “yeah i recognize you, saw you a couple of times!” the boy added without saying anything else and the two of you just kept looking at each other, nodding your head while listening to the music -which was awful by the way- and you quickly changed the conversation before the feeling of awkwardness could creep under your skin.
“want a drink ?” you asked, and Ethan looked at you with big round puppy eyes, eyebrows furrowed in a shocked expression. He wasn’t the type to drink but being asked so gently, he felt like refusing would make things weirder “sure ?” he said in a tone, and you didn’t know if he was asking or confirming but you grabbed two red cups anyways, bringing it to him but before you could sip on your cup, chad come beside you and got an arm around your shoulder while his other hand grabbed the boy shoulder.
“we are playing a game of truth or dare, you guys should play, would loosen y’all up.” and with that, he both grabbed you and manhandled the both of you into a room. There was some other people you never saw and some from his friend group. You all sat in a circle and the pretty boy sat next to you, softly smiling and chad spoke
“okay so i’ll start, Tara” he spoke and the girl raised her head “truth or dare?” the girl faked thought about it “dare” she said and you looked at the people around you, it was all the type to ask some dumb shit about running naked or things like that, that game could go wrong very quickly, you thought. “Kiss the hottest person from the room” chad said and the boy next to you rolled his eyes “don’t roll you eyes ethan, we all know you couldn’t do this.”
so his name was ethan…you thought to yourself and he whispered a faint ‘whatever’ and without the music, his voice was ten times more attractive than before, this was going to be hard. While you were lost in your thoughts, some rounds had already passed ans some people left the room, wanting to go back to the party.
A girl waved her hand towards you. “what’s your name pretty girl?” the girl asked, think her name was anika, as you could remember the names quickly now since you weren’t that much anymore ; just chad and his friends, plus you.
“truth or dare?”fuck, you weren’t prepared to be asked so soon and drank a sip of your cup to calm your nerves as everyone looked at you. “dare?” you said with the same hesitation as the boy earlier, not really super if it was a great choice. “oooh she’s bold” said chad and anika have him a slap on the back of his head before continuing “i dare you….” she said as she looked at the people in the room “to kiss ethan!” she said proudly and ethan chocked on his drink, already burning his face in his cup before making even bigger eyes and looking at you.
“you don’t, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” said the boy and it made your heart melt, kinda. “Do you?” you asked and ethan cheeks grew redder as a laugh escaped chad’s lips “we’re just, gonna leave you guys do it, ethan’s a little virg—” chad couldn’t finish his sentence before the door closed, leaving you both in the room.
alone
You could faintly hear the music that was played from downstairs : the Weeknd.
you looked at ethan who was already looking at you, his heart pounding in his chest. he almost wondered if you were able to hear it. you slowly got to him, straddling him but not touching any part of his body, looking in his eyes. “Can i?” you asked softly and put your hands on his cheeks and ethan couldn’t even speak, he just nodded and you guys kissed. It was sloppy at first, ethan didn’t know what to do with his hands and just put them on your waist, squeezing slightly as you both deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips and you let him enter, releasing a soft sight as you closed the space between your bodies, your covered ass on his front while your hands were in his hair, slowly pulling.
Ethan let out a groan and you pulled away “did i do something bad?” you asked and ethan looked at you, pupils blown “no ! no no- i really enjoy this, really.” he said before closing the gap between you guys lips again, feeling his pants tighten while he slowly reverse the position, you being laid on the floor, your arms supporting you as ethan was on top of you, kissing you deeper and his kiss got down to your neck, you were growing absolutely red and it was so sensual you thought it wasn’t humanly possible to be that hot.
“it’s my first time” ethan babbled in between kiss and your stomach made a knot, not of fear ; that information made you even more aroused. “me too” you slowly whispered and you both looked at each other “maybe doing it on the floor isn’t the best idea…” you said while laughing and ethan laughed back before getting up, helping you get on your feet. For your chance, the bed wasn’t far away and you both literally jumped on it and jumped on each other, more eager than before. “i need you” was all ethan whispered before you sat him on the bed and sat on top of him, kissing him and throwing your shirt away, as ethan did the same with his. You both started to dry hump each other while kissing to release some tension and the sound ethan made literally made your stomach turns.
You quickly got rid of his pants and yours before you hands went straight to his dick while his went for your covered clit, rubbing circles on it as you stroked his dick. Both moans escapes your lips and you looked at each other, no being able to break eye contact. The sounds were almost pornographic as he got under you underwear, dipping a finger into your throbbing cunt. “fuck you’re so hot…and so wet, woah” he genuinely looked shocked and turned on and you kissed him and he kept thrusting in and out of you while moans escaped your lips. You couldn’t wait anymore and pulled his boxer down before grabbing a condom that was on in your pants and he helped you by shifting his hips up, collapsing onto you
“oh fuck, oh my god” one of your hand clenched on his shoulder, digging your nails onto his skin as you slowly get down on him and you both moaned loudly, before staying like that for some time.
“you have condoms on you?” he said? chucking and you chuckled back “you never know, always be protected” was all you said before moving up and down slowly, clenching your cunt as ethan throw his head back, moans filling the room and you both fucked each other for the first time. Ethan thrusted his hips up and it hit a spot you never knew existed, which made you gasp and ethan stopped “fuck, did i hurt you?”
“no keep doing that, it felt so good” you babbled before both of you moved up and down on each other, skin against skin, pace quickening as you felt a knot forming into your lower stomach. Ethan’s name rolled on your tongue like a prayer, and so did he with yours. He grabbed your hips and smacked hard, he was close.
“m’close, fuck, fuck me longer” he started to whimper and let what sounded like a high pitched moan and you slowed down your rhythm before a thousand of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ left his mouth, making you reach you climax “m’gonna cum, fuck, oh my god” you said and Ethan nodded vigorously, kissing you again as you both came at the same time, fucking you through your orgasm.
When you both looked et each other, your faces where red, your breathing was fast and you were totally dick drunk while he was totally whipped by your pussy, it was made for him to fuck into.
You got up and gasped slightly at the emptiness now. You got to pee and ethan cleaned himself before you put back your pantie and he put back on his boxer before you both cuddled a bit. He kissed you on the forehead and looked at you. “Chad is probably wondering was is taking us so long.” he said “probably think we couldn’t kiss and just talked” you shrugged and ethan smiled before you both got dressed.
Before leaving the room, ethan grabbed you by the arm “so…i’ll see you in econ ?” you smiled and kissed him “keep me a seat next to you then” you both smiled and left the room hands in hands and reunited with your friends.
He has a savior complex [As I've mentioned before], so he's always ready to save you
Though, he also puts you in danger. He doesn't mean too, but at least he can save you... So, maybe he should of made you stay behind, but he wants to be your knight in shinning armor- Your hero...
His biggest fear is losing you
He'd rather have his soul sucked out of his body then lose you for even a second
He's obsessive and dependent to a fault
He creates a co-dependent relationship with you, trying to make you depend on him, so that you can't leave him
He's desperate for your attention and has used spells just so you'll like him more
Okay- So, maybe he's a little clingy. But, isn't he adorable when he gives you those puppy-dog eyes
If you ever consider breaking up, he's quick to convince you otherwise
Will emotionally manipulate you into staying
He can't lose you- He just can't
He won't let you leave him. No, he's done too much for this relationship for it to end
a/n: I know I said that the Jasper one was gonna be out tonight but idk what came over me. The past hour has just been a blur of writing this, I started writing something that was stuck in my head and I just couldn't stop...
Most people would say it’s cliche that I’m dating Ethan Morales, considering I’m known for being a “good girl” as he would say. To that I say you have no idea who the real Ethan is, when he drops his bad boy persona and actually lets his guard down. When it’s just us he can actually be pretty sweet, his favorite thing is definitely cuddling. Sure, he can make me want to punch him sometimes when he gets detention again but everyone has flaws okay (at least that’s what I tell my mother when she complains about him). Back to what I was saying, Ethan is completely different when his friends aren’t around.
For example, his friends were over a few hours ago for some group project, (which me and Devi basically had to do by ourselves) and not even ten minutes after they left he was sprawled out on top of me, his head tucked by my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. It’s been at least two hours since they left and he still hasn’t moved, and I really need to pee.
“Baby,” I whispered, “can you get up”
“No” He mumbled, tightening his grip around my waist.
“I need to pee” I whined, attempting to squirm out of his arms. He grumbled but reluctantly let me up, mumbling something about me needing to hurry.
I quickly finished my business and checked how I looked in the mirror. God, boyfriend air was definitely a thing. After I fixed my hair and threw on some chapstick I headed back out towards the couch Ethan was still sitting on.
“Took you long enough,” He sighed when I sat back down, moving to lay on my chest.
“I was gone for not even five minutes,” I said, raking my fingers through his fluffy brown hair.
“Five minutes too long,” He mumbled, humming at the feeling of my fingers in his hair.
We stayed like that for hours, both falling asleep fairly quickly. Like I said, he is a completely different Ethan than most people know.
