- i am a new writer(ish) i havent fully written a fic since 2022 so i am a little rusty, bare with me please. here is just a little bit about me and my basis for requests, what i will, what i wont write, etc
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: ✶ summary ⸝⸝ : ethan szelag has lately been the talk of the town where you live, he was lucky to meet you for the first time just when you were dressed up all nice for halloween.
: ✶ a/n ⸝⸝ : HII HIIII pls dont be nervous when requesting me!! i may be kinda slow with responding to the stuff in my inbox but 9 out of 10 times i will write whatever you guys ask, so pls dont shy away!!!! cause i already do and. dont take away my job. /j
: ✶ wc ⸝⸝ : 1227 words | not really proof-read
: ✶ warnings ⸝⸝ : uh. halloween. i guess ; slight cursing ; mentions of spooky decoration ; i literally have never played any of the nintendo games im so sorru if im #vague with that game in the story ; plenty being a blushing mess
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Halloween was your favorite time of the year — you could dress up as whoever and however you liked without fretting about being judged! Ooh- and the joy of trick or treating!
All of it was just so thrilling, even when you were all grown up and not a little kid wearing princess dresses and tiaras as costumes. You still enjoyed the joys and horrors of this holiday to this day.
Actually– on the topic of princess attire and accessories, you decided to dress up as Rosalina from the franchise of your favorite childhood game. The blonde space princess has also been a long-time favorite character for you as a little kid: you remember wishing you could wear something so elegant and pretty like she did.
And now, today was just the day you could do that! Your inner child-like self was obviously hyped for this moment.
You bought a gorgeous light-blue dress resembling Rosalina from an online store. When you got the dress and all the other parts of the outfit delivered, you felt a huge hit of nostalgia, fishing for the cutests shoes you ordered from the bottom of the box.
Anyone in your shiny, cute blue shoes would feel amazing right now, obviously!
Even when trying on the dress and it squeezing you a little more than youd like — it was too adoring to send back and get a bigger size (your wallet was begging and crying, but you chose to go with the attached story). It was still perfect, and you wouldnt give it for the whole entire world.
After done dressing yourself up with all the frills and little stars you could find around your home — you looked absolutely adorable — you grabbed a spare bag and headed out.
Trick or treating must have been your favorite pastime the whole holiday.
Seeing all the other creative and breathtaking costumes helped inspire you for the next year, the masses amounts of creepy decoration on mostly everyones porch (some older generations despised the spooky stuff) and the free candy you could get for just walking around and meeting people around town was awesome!
Every halloween you came back with a bag full of candy, so this year was going to be no different, you were sure of it.
And you werent mistaken! (You swore that you even got more candy than last year). Most house owners in your neighbourhood were polite and didnt shy away from giving you just an extra candybar. You did come across some closed off people that didnt have their front yard decorated with scary stuff, but it was miniscule next to the familiar faces.
One face was fairly unfamiliar though… you did actually hear some rumours about a new guy moving in, but you didnt pay much mind to it. You guessed it wasnt anything to fret over.
The guy was also dressed up for this holiday, although… boringly — just a flimsy cop uniform you could tell was also bought off online, nothing special with a pumpkin shaped bucket in his hands, barely filled halfway with candy.
Poor thing.
You were surprised he hasnt gotten arrested yet or warned by a real police officer… but you hoped he didnt act like one either. So it should be fine?
Ethan was quick to notice you though.. I mean– seeing his favorite character Rosalina (that he simultaneously crushed on) walk around the sidewalk on the street, trick or treating, of course he was hyped.
Before he could think twice about it — because if he did he might chicken out — he walked over to you, a pep in his step. The brunettes hand reached upward to adjust the navy blue cap on his head, his digital watches screen catching the glint of a nearby streetlamp.
“Well hello gorgeous!” He greeted suavely, though he could feel his body burn up and sweat under the costume. He tried to lean up against the same streetlamp nonchalantly (almost missing it entirely and eating shit).
“Havent seen.. such a beautiful rose around.”
“Isint that because you just moved in?”
“I see im already..” Ethan ignored that and just paused for a dramatic effect, “..talk of the town.”
He winked, but you barely blinked twice.
The guy shifted to stand up straighter, before reaching out his hand for a shake. The silence was deafening.
“Im Ethan, Ethan Szelag. I was born in Canada,”
Okay- well its not like you needed to know his entire life story when just meeting him.
“Nice to meet you Ethan,” you nodded back with a smile, also introducing your name as you took his hand. Ethan shook it excitedly before letting go carefully, wiping his clammy palm over his cop-slacks.
“So uh…” the ‘charismatic guy’ front disappeared pretty easily. He is actually nervous through and through. “I gotta say! You look good in that costume- i mean- Rosalinas dress,”
“You also know her?” You beamed, and he swore his heart could almost leap out of his chest at that alone.
“Of course i do! She is so awesome- i feel like youre- um- no different.”
Aw.
Ethan rocked back and forth on his crocs, still all bashful.
Thank god his friends werent here right now- they would be pissing themselves from laughter at his fumbling.. actually that reminded him…
Your new neighbour cleared his throat, making you focus back on him, like he was about to say something really important and worthwile.
“Hey girl, are you a construction site? Cause…”
He trailed off- just now realizing he forgot the punchline. With an awkward laugh, the same hand that shook with yours came up to scratch the back of his head. A tell-tale sign he was sweating his balls of.
“Uh… nevermind that..”
Still- he gotta shoot his shot because … ballers shoot, right?
“Can i get your number?” He blurted out, fast and shaky like ripping off a bandaid, now worried it might hurt a shit ton.
Yet.. surprisingly, you just chuckled at his nervousness. And nodded. Like. Actually agreed. Out of free will.
The canadian felt like he was going to combust into flames on spot.
Yet- when you exchanged contacts (and how you even sprinkled some candy into his pathetically-empty bucket, despite his rejections because he didnt want to take your hard-earned candy) he was all giddy again. An excited tremor in his body that just wouldnt and couldnt go away, no matter how much he willed it to.
Just when he thought you were about to turn around and walk away- you stepped closer and leaned slightly to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. His glasses slightly askew now as he just.. stared into space in shock. Like he had no idea what to think, say or do after that.
It was barely anything, but in his book: it meant the whole entire world.
His heartbeat kicked up again, drumming in his ears loudly, ready to burst out from his ribcage. And you just looked… fine. It was unfair.
If his friends were around right now, they would have their jaws on the floor.
Thats when you finally turned around, sending Ethan a small wink and walking the familiar route back home. Meanwhile he stood there near the lamppost, phone clutched in hand with your contact in it now.
summary: You’re on a trip with the gerbs and these are just a few moments where you and Ethan have acted like more than friends. After reading a comment shipping you and Ethan, Ethan’s brain stutters.
warnings: GN! reader, kissing, fluff, cuddling, falling asleep on the other, hand holding, teasing from jacob max & eddie, roller coasters, too many dashes, is this ooc a little bit hmm
word count: 2.3k
a/n: idk why I chose so many yoshi pics but I really like this one! Also sorry this is late i’ve been playing overwatch and haven’t been able to post 😭 slightly proofread
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The queue snaked back and forth, dinosaur noises and yells happening every few seconds. You, Ethan, Eddie, Jacob, and Max were in line for Velocicoaster, a ride that went upside down and fast as hell.
You were nervous, but not as nervous as Ethan.
Ethan was sweating his balls off, whether it was from the Florida heat or his nerves, he didn't know.
Max was filming with the rest of the boys and you were next to Ethan. You crossed your arms and turned towards him.
You nudged his shoulder, "Are you good? You look.. pale."
"I'm always pale."
"Paler than normal. And you're deflecting,"
"I'm just thinking about how high this shit is.." He lets out a breath and feels a bead of sweat drop from his forehead as he hears another group scream.
Two more, then it was their turn.
"Oh my gosh, are you scared of heights?" You say, almost laughing but instead just smiling at the boy.
"I'm not!" He defends, his voice cracking.
You roll your eyes and ruffle his hair as you line up. You were next.
You look over at the others. Max was with Jacob and Eddie was with this random girl he got paired with.
Max glances over at you two and he just does a smile with a thumbs up, filming you both. Ethan flips off the camera and you just scoff with a smile, waving.
You both load into the seat and pull your lap bar down. Somehow, Max got permission to record so he was filming behind you. You could hear him and Jacob hyping each other up.
"Film me when we drop! I wanna see if I scream," Jacob says.
"You always scream." Max laughs.
You turn towards Ethan and he's literally shaking. His hands were gripping the bar as tight as he could, his knuckles white. You haven't even left the station yet.
"Okay, okay, this is fine." He says quietly and tries to calm himself down.
You glanced at his hands, then his red face. He was looking straight ahead, jaw tight and his breathing shallow.
"Ethan," You say softly.
He didn't turn.
You reach over and gently pry his fingers off of the bar. Startled, he looks down at your hand wrapped around his, and then up at you. You notice how he doesn't let go, just holds on tighter as you leave the station.
"Scared?" You say with a smile, relaxing in the seat.
His mouth opened, then he closed it. Then quietly, "Maybe a little."
You stop at the launch, getting ready to take off. It was one of those coasters that launches you at sixty or so miles per hour, and you feel like you're flying.
"It's okay," Your fingers laced through his, "I've got you. Hold onto me as tight as you want, okay?"
For a second he just looked at you and gulped. Letting out a breath as his shoulders loosened.
"If you scream you owe me twenty bucks." You joke to try and lighten the mood, knowing it was seconds before you take off.
"Thanks. That's– that's really comfort–" He cuts himself off with a scream as you launch, his head flying to the back of the seat. He squeezed your hand so hard it almost hurt.
You squeezed back as you screamed with a laugh, the wind making your hair fly back as your stomach dropped. You could see the dinosaurs chasing you and you just laugh as the coaster speeds up, getting ready to go over the big hill.
"Oh my God, fuck– what the fuck!" Ethan screams as you just barely stop at the top of the hill before dropping and your hand almost goes numb from how hard he's holding on.
By the time you come to a stop, you were both breathless and grinning. You looked over and your hands were still interlocked.
Neither of you let go.
Behind you, Max lowered his camera and looked at Jacob, quietly pointing at your hands together. He films you both with a grin.
"They're still holding hands," He whispers to Jacob. Jacob then turns around and tells Eddie to look.
"Are they gonna notice?" Jacob asks quietly.
"I don't think they notice shit right now." Eddie leans forward to tell them.
As you pull into the station, you eventually stop holding hands to get up, "So, did you have fun?" You ask and Ethan holds his hand out to help you out of the car. Of course you take it.
"I'm dizzy as fuck, but yeah." He nods his head, his whole face red from the interaction with you.
"Real smooth," Eddie clapped him on the shoulder as they exit, glancing over at Max filming himself and Jacob jumping up and down.. for some reason?
"Shut up." Ethan says back with a tiny grin.
"I'm just saying, you two looked really cozy–"
"I said shut up."
Obviously, they kept the footage in of you both holding hands.
It started as another chill day on vacation, the boys just filming some random content for the Florida vlog after a long day at Disney.
Max, Jacob, and Eddie were in the kitchen and arguing about what takeout to order from. It had been a long day after all, and none of them wanted to cook. (not that any of them were great at cooking..)
Ethan was on the couch.
You were too, tucked into his side, legs curled up with your head in the crook of his neck. His arm was draped loosely around your shoulders, and his phone was face down on his lap.
You don't know how or when your head fell onto his shoulder– you were tired and he was right there looking comfy as ever in his navy hoodie.
You were awake five minutes ago. Maybe. You were drowsing in and out, Ethan's hoodie smelling like fabric softener and his cologne. He was warm and it made you relax, your eyelids drooping.
"Just get pizza! There's a place down the road–" Jacob was saying from somewhere in the kitchen.
"Pizza's boring as hell," Eddie groaned, "We've had pizza two nights in a row."
"Because pizza's good."
"Okay, but what about–"
The argument faded into background noise and your breathing slowed. You felt Ethan rise and fall beneath your cheek, steady and relaxed.
He was still awake– you could tell by the way his thumb was rubbing small circles on your shoulder. But he wasn't saying anything, wasn't moving to shift you off.. wasn't doing anything except let you stay there. He didn't want this moment to stop.
Max wandered into the living room, camera still on, "Voting time! Eddie says no–" He stopped, panning the camera towards the couch.
Ethan looked up from just admiring you, giving the camera a small, sleepy smile. He didn't move, he didn't explain or push you off. He just sat there with his face as red as a tomato.
Max zoomed in with a big smile and he whistles.
"Bro," Eddie said, appearing behind Max with a small laugh, "Are you being used as a pillow?"
"If you wake them up, you're dead." He whispers at the group, being serious as ever.
Ethan glances down at you. Your eyes were closed, face half-buried in his hoodie. Your hand was loosely curled into the fabric near his waist.
Jacob walked over and took a few pictures of you both, "Smile," He grins.
"Keep that shit in, oh my God," Eddie laughs and walks away.
The argument was completely forgotten and they ended up just ordering pizza again. For the next hour or so, Ethan was just holding you while you slept, occasionally glancing down at you.
Later, you awoke slowly and it was dark in the room besides the light on the tv. There was a half-eaten pizza box on the table with Fanta and Dr. Pepper cans.
You were still lying in the same exact spot. Ethan's head was tilted back against the couch cushion, mouth open and drooling with his glasses tilted on his face. He was out.
You lifted your head slowly, your neck sore from lying in the same spot. Across the room, Jacob was on his phone and he looks up at you moving.
"Hey, you're up, finally." He said with a grin, "You looked cozy."
"How long was I out?"
"Like an hour or so." He shrugs and changes the channel, "He didn't move the whole time. Didn't even complain about his arm falling asleep." He nods towards Ethan.
You looked at the sleeping man next to you, his now limp arm wrapped around you. His face was relaxed with a slight red tint, his hair a mess.
"Don't know when he fell asleep but, he's been giddy the whole time," Jacob giggles and gets up to head to bed.
"You want pizza?" He asks, turning the tv down to a low volume.
"I'm good, just put it in the fridge." You say goodnight to him and lay right back down in the crook of his neck, his arm tightening slightly, even in his sleep.
When the vlog went up, the comments shipping you both were overwhelming.
And that was just some of the moments from this trip/vlog.
You hear Ethan crack open a Coke Zero as he sits next to you at the kitchen bar. You yawn as you scroll on your phone. It was late at night in the airbnb and both you and Ethan couldn't sleep, so you just decided to read the comments of your vlog.
Ethan takes a sip of his drink, "Your video is doing good, and why did you keep that clip in of me?"
"Which one? The one of you drooling all over the mattress?” You laugh, “It's just cause I haven't posted in a while," You explain while scrolling through some comments.
"I'm sad this trip is over. I don't wanna have to go back to taxes, bills and shit." You sigh.
Ethan laughs, "Yeah, I get you. How about we make another trip soon, just us.. if you want?" He asks, "If not it's okay, I know you're busy and–"
"Yeah." You blurt out.
"Hm? Really?"
"Yeah, i'd like that. Besides, we don't live that far. We could hang out whenever." You throw out the idea.
Your eyes then spot a comment.
Look how close Ethan and them are at 7:32 and 18:22.. there's no way they aren't dating
Four thousand likes.
You both go silent, the only sound in the room being the fridge humming. You struggle to find words as your stomach flutters.
You then break the silence, "There– there's recently been a lot more comments like that. What do you think of them?" You say quietly and glance at Ethan.
His face was tinted crimson beneath the dim kitchen light, his head resting on his hand. His eyes were wide and it was obvious he was thinking pretty deeply.
You click your phone off and get up, opening the fridge and grabbing an energy drink.
"Why– why are you drinking that so late? That's not good for you, y'know." He stutters and gets up, leaning on the counter in front of the fridge.
You smile and roll your eyes, "I have to edit that roblox video we did. Besides, you're changing the subject," You take a sip and lean on the counter next to him, eyeing him over the top of the can.
Ethan licks his lips and sighs with a small laugh, trying to find his words, “I don’t– I don’t mind them.”
The silence in the room is deafening as you gulp, opening and closing your mouth. You sit your drink down on the counter and step a little closer. He was still in his shirt he bought at Disney earlier that day. (he got his other one soaked on a water ride)
“I don’t mind it either.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan was trembling. He didn’t know what to do or say. The only thought in his mind was how pretty you looked and how your hair laid on your shoulders.
Ethan takes his shaking hand and tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning in for a kiss without giving you much time to pull away.
His rough lips were on yours within seconds and you couldn’t move. You were just stuck, shocked that he finally made a move.
You could only think of Ethan at the moment and all those times you wanted to kiss him but didn’t. You realize it’s been a bit without kissing back and you start to reciprocate, but he pulls away before you can.
“Oh– oh God, I’m– i’m so sorry. I should’ve asked, I didn’t know– I thought you– fuck,” Ethan stutters, starting to panic as his breathing speeds up.
“Ethan–“ You start, but it’s too late. He was already overthinking.
“I’m so sorry. I knew the boys were wrong, they– they told me you liked me and shit and– and I thought you did too for a while, but I was too much of a–“
You cut him off by grabbing his arm before he could leave and kiss him softly, your arms going to wrap around his shoulders. He smiles against your lips as he kisses you back, his hand on your cheek. His breathing instantly slowed and his hands stopped shaking.
Ethan backs you up against the counter as his other hand rests on your waist. For the moment it was just you both and nothing else mattered.
You don’t know how long you’ve been making out with him when you hear the fridge open with a laugh.
Ethan turns around with a yelp and you grab onto the counter, startled. It was obvious what you both had been doing from your appearance alone.
“What the fuck!” Ethan exclaims, his lips red and swollen from kissing you.
“Finally. I told you they liked you, man. We were all tired of you giving each other ‘those eyes’ and doing jack shit about it.” Eddie explains with a smile as he takes a sip of Dr. Pepper.
summary: Eddie booked the wrong number of rooms so you volunteer to share with Ethan. After you both can’t sleep and have a small talk, things get heated.
warnings: protected p in v, wrap it before you tap it, sub! Ethan, eating out, cursing, Eddie being ur number one supporter, kissing, hair pulling, praise, ok I think that’s it
word count: 2.3k
a/n: omg this took forever, i’m so sorry!! lowkey haven’t been motivated and I have 12 requests… i’ll try to get onto that! thanks for the support <3
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A gasp erupted through the empty airbnb as heavy footsteps came rushing down the carpet stairs.
"Eddie, why the fuck is there only four rooms? We're supposed to have five!" Ethan panics and glances over at you putting your suitcase down.
Ethan huffs and runs over to grab one of your duffel bags. You try to stop him, but it's no use. He always wanted to help you.
"Chill," Eddie laughs softly and looks around the spacious airbnb and the pool outside, taking it all in. Jacob and Max were already playing pool at the pool table, their bags discarded on the floor next to them.
"They must've given us the wrong rental or something," Eddie shrugs, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. Eddie's voice got higher and his face flushed a shade of red. You cross your arms, knowing something is up with him.
You glance over at Ethan and he's already staring at you with that smile on his face. You both know he's probably lying, but you let it slide.
"Fine, i'll share with Ethan so you don't have to wake up with drool on you at five in the morning." You laugh and start to head upstairs with your bags, Ethan following you like a lost puppy.
"Hey, not my fault I can't control that shit." His voice cracks, your pure presence making him nervous.
It was now nighttime, the moon illuminating the small guest bedroom with a tiny bathroom. You had all changed into your pajama's and were getting ready for bed, excited for the trip to Disney World tomorrow.
"Don't have too much fun– ow!" Eddie laughs, wincing as Ethan hits his arm. Eddie hands Ethan a condom with a smug smile and Ethan blushes, glancing over at you in the bathroom. His brain started stuttering.
"Where did you even get this shit, Eddie? Fu–fuck off," Ethan shuts the door with a sigh, trying to calm his heart down from beating out of his chest. He was alone with his crush of months. He puts the condom in the pocket of his pajama pants with a sigh, running a hand through his brown curls.
You're brushing your teeth and leaning on the sink, looking back at a flushed Ethan by the door. You smile and continue brushing until you feel Ethan reach to grab his Luffy toothbrush next to you.
You shake your head at his One Piece themed item and grin to yourself at his goofiness. It was just so him.
You both were fighting for the sink space, bumping shoulders as you're smiling from ear to ear, staring at each other through the mirror. The intimacy of it all made your mind fill up with images of you and Ethan living together, brushing your teeth at night after a long day.
He even holds your hair back as you spit out the toothpaste.
You both finish washing up and sit beside Ethan in the soft bed, trying to calm your mind down.
Ethan was a mess.
He was trying so hard to be cool but he couldn't help but be excited that he was alone with you without Eddie's comments or Max's teasing.
Ethan reaches over to turn the lamp off, darkness filling the room. You lay down and pull the covers over you both as your shoulders bump each other.
"Sorry–" He apologizes with a chuckle and he rubs his eyes, taking his glasses off and setting them on the side table.
"It's fine," You laugh with him and glance over at him, "Night, Ethan." Your voice softens as your eyes trail over his face, taking in his small freckles and details on him.
"Yeah– mhm, night." Ethan stutters and opens his mouth to say something but ends up not talking.
It's been thirty minutes and you can't sleep for the life of you. One minute you'd be too hot, or too cold, or your side hurt.
You've been staring at the ceiling, Ethan's shoulder brushing you every few minutes as he flips back and forth.
"Are you up?" You murmur, turning your head to look at Ethan. He immediately looks back at you and you can tell he's blushing even though it's pitch black inside the room.
"Mhm, my mind just won't turn off." He hums and grabs his glasses off the table, turning the lamp back on.
"Yeah," You agree and sit up against the wooden headboard, Ethan joining you and your arms touch, but you both don't move away.
"Do you think Eddie did this on purpose? The whole.. rooms thing?" You ask and glance over at him.
"Oh, absolutely." You both burst into fits of laughter and you nudge his arm. Your eyes meet his and you're both silent. The tension was thick and obvious– months of hiding that you like the other coming to the surface.
His brown eyes examine your face, your eyes, your lips. Your breath hitches, "Ethan.." Your voice barely audible.
He fucking whimpers.
He's just staring at you with those puppy dog eyes, his hands clutching the sheets to try and ground himself. It doesn't help when your hand slips into his hair and his eyes close for a minute as he gulps.
He can't believe this is fucking real. You playing with his curls as he just sits there, melting into your touch.
"Ethan.." You repeat his name a little louder.
"Can't believe this is actually happening," He blurts out as his eyes trail back down to your lips. You smile at how much you're affecting him, just by placing a hand in his hair.
You take the hint and lean closer to the man, giving him time to pull back. Your face was red at this point. Ethan scoots closer to you as his eyes flutter shut, his lips just barely brushing yours before kissing you softly.
At first it was a gentle kiss, your hand tightening in his hair at the nape of his neck, but you both need more. You both were so desperate.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you tilt your head to kiss him deeper. His rounded glasses bump slightly against your skin as Ethan just whines. He seems to like to do that a lot.
His warm and soft hand meets your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth. He starts to move to hover over you and you let him as you lean back against the fluffy pillows.
He doesn't break the kiss as he now has one arm on either side of you, slotting a leg between your thighs.
"Is– is this okay? I didn't even.. didn't even know you liked me like that until now," He stutters, out of breath from kissing you. His lips were red and the slightest bit swollen.
"Even with the whole group teasing us?" You tease him with a smile and gulp as you buck your hips against his leg just barely.
"I'm a dumbass." He whimpers out, just the feeling of you using his leg like that makes the tent in his pants grow even larger.
Before you know it, Ethan is between your legs and eating you out like he's been starved for months.
You try to keep quiet and place a hand over your mouth to cover the moans he was pulling out of you, but he grabs your hand and pulls it away.
"Ethan– they're, gonna fuckin' hear," You say, breathless from his mouth on you, his arms placing your legs over his shoulders so you couldn't squirm away.
Oh, fuck.
Your hand is in his hair, just tugging and pulling, and when you do, he whimpers like he's the one being pleasured. You also don't miss how he's bucking his hips against the bed.
His glasses were fogging up from the heat, his tongue hitting every spot he could and then grazing just over your clit.
You lost it.
And suddenly it didn't matter who else was in the house.
Ethan's gaze never leaves you as you squirm around from the pleasure, his arms tightening his grip on your thighs so you couldn't go anywhere.
His tongue was relentless on your pussy, licking at every spot that made you moan out his name. He pulls himself closer to you, if that's even possible, and you look down at Ethan's face.
His eyes were glazed over and teary, like he was lost in you. His hair was going every way it could, most likely your fault from your hands gripping his brown locks tightly. Ethan enjoyed it though.
"Ethan– gonna come soon, fuck," You breathe out as your head falls back against the soft pillows.
"I wanna see you, please, please–" Ethan begs, his mouth leaving your wetness for a moment to speak as a trail of spit still connects him.
You do as he says as your face heats up, your breathing getting faster. You start to squirm more but Ethan doesn't let up. In fact, he goes even quicker, holding you tightly against him.
You come a second later, your grip in his hair tightening as your nails scratch against his scalp. Your moans blend together with his as your back arches from the pleasure. You were seeing stars.
You come down from your high and find Ethan resting his head on your thigh, your wetness smeared all over his chin.
"Was that good? Did I– did I do okay?" Ethan asks and hovers over you once again so you're face to face.
"Fuck yeah," You say, your voice raspy from all the moaning you did. Ethan's face turns even more red and he hides in the crook of your neck with a smile.
You chuckle and place a hand in his hair to pull him back up, "Don't hide, Eth. You did so good for me," You say, testing your theory of if he likes praise or not.
He whimpers.
Mission accomplished.
"Yeah? Do you like when I praise you?" You ask with a smile, your lips just inches away.
You can feel his hardness against your leg and your hands trail down to the waistband of his pajama pants, but you feel something in the pocket.
"What's this?" You ask with a smirk and he tries to protest but you pull it out. It was a condom.
"Oh my god, did you plan this?" You say in-between giggles. Ethan's brain was lagging and his cheeks turn pink.
"N– no! No! Fuckin' Eddie was– was talking to me and then just gave me this. He's an actual idiot," He explains and shakes his head.
"Well, I guess it came in handy this time." You shrug and open the wrapper. Ethan can't believe this is fucking real.
"Y– yeah?" He stutters and gulps, his adam's apple bobbing. His hands reach to pull his pants and boxers off as you open the condom.
"Mhm. If that's okay with you..?" You ask and Ethan's hands go to your hips, then down to your thighs to open you up more.
"I've wanted this for so long, of course it's okay," He admits and leans down to kiss you softly, you tasting yourself on his tongue.
You put the condom on him and he just sits there, trying to keep his moans in. He was leaking, a lot.
"You're so cute," You compliment him as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until you feel him about to enter you.
He slowly thrusts inside you, you both letting out moans as his grip tightens on your hips.
"O– Oh, shit," Ethan breathes out, moving into you until he's fully inside. Ethan was losing it. He was buried to the hilt, your warm wet walls around him fluttering every time he moved.
“M’ not gonna fuckin’ last long–“ His breath quickens and he starts to thrust at a good pace after you tell him to move, moans spilling from both of your throats. You couldn’t keep it in any longer, no longer caring who heard.
“S’ okay, i’m not gonna– oh! Either–“ You curse out as he hits that certain gummy spot inside you and your back arches.
Ethan’s pace quickens and he lets out whimpers, his head falling in the crook of your neck. Even though he was on top, he was still so submissive.
“No, wanna see you, baby,” You mutter between moans, one of your hands grabbing his hair and pulling him up to face you.
His eyes were tearing up, his pretty lips were swollen and open while spilling out moans. He gulps as his face turns red, speeding up even more.
Him constantly hitting that spot inside you and listening to his whimpers sent you over the edge, you still being sensitive from him eating you out.
Your hands tighten in his hair as you throb around his cock, his soft hand reaching down to rub your clit.
Your back arches even further, if that’s possible, and you let out a loud moan of his name and that’s when he comes.
You’re both coming with loud sounds as your come starts spilling out of you. Ethan’s eyes roll back as he collapses on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck again. This time you don’t stop him.
The warmth of him made you giggle as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. Your arms wrap around him as he whimpers into your neck. He was still inside you.
“Did so fuckin’ good, jeez,” You breathe out as your head lies back against the pillows, your body sore.
“Hey, keep it the fuck down! We’re happy you two finally got together but don’t let us all hear, damn,” Eddie knocks on the door and you can tell he’s smiling.
Ethan’s head turns towards the closed door, “Shut the hell up! Go away!” He yells at him and you can hear Eddie go to his room, shutting the door.
You both laugh and you pull him in for a soft kiss, you both smiling against one another. You then pull back, planting kisses all over his face and under his jaw.
“Wanna– wanna go again?” Ethan shaky voice asks, you smirking at him.
hey brah
this is my first request, and i wanted to ask if u could do a plenty smut fic. i saw like two fluff fics with him and i absolutely love them.
if u are gonna do one, can it be with him like being down BAD for you because to me he looks like a sassy but also submissive boyfriend.
anyways i wanted to say i love what u post and keep it up!
Wallowing in the sand | plentyxd x fem!reader
: ✶ summary ⸝⸝ : You just wanted to have a nice little beach date with your youtuber boyfriend! .. why is he being so pissy though? ..You should probably put him in his place before he gets any more pissy when someone kicks his sandcastle...
: ✶ a/n ⸝⸝ : omg anon you have no idea how grateful i am that you love what i do and. 🥹🥹🥹 sheds a tear. for being your first request. anyways. clean up aise MY PANTS!!!
: ✶ wc ⸝⸝ : 1120 words | Not proof-read (omfg mel we get it)
: ✶ warnings ⸝⸝ : smut ; masturbating ; exhibitionism(??) ; semi-public sex ; swearing ; sub-brat!ethan ; dom-tamer!reader ; established relationship ; plenty is a little annoying fuck but. you still love him. heartemoji
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You thought you could have a nice little beach day. You thought you could bring your boyfriend, Ethan, along with you.
Oh how mistaken could you be?
Its been a sweltering hot summer this year, and your partner has been pestering you non-stop about going out and taking a dip in the nearby beach, just a few miles from his place. So why not? It sounded fun and it could do some good to cooped-up Plenty.
Oh wait. He was an absolute whiny bitch, thats why you were hesitant coming here in the first place.
“Lets put our stuff there!” He pointed to a spot when the two of you had your feet in the warm sand.
“Its barely covered by any shade, were gonna melt there.” You argued calmly, but he just grumbled like a kid who was just denied their favorite piece of candy. Huffing as he tightened his grip on the plastic bucket and shovel he brought along. Puffing as he walked over to the spot you recommended instead.
Laying down your towel on a more shaded area, you plopped down setting your bag full of essentials next to you. Yet Ethan was quick on scrambling away to find the perfect place to build his sand castle. “Ethan, you need to apply sunscreen!” … he came trudging back through the sand with a pissy expression, but fortunately enough didnt protest.
You were right, you were always right. No matter how difficult he was trying to be, he could never deviate from your orders.
When you were done rubbing him with the spf — and he was done fighting back the instinct to enjoy your touch — Your boyfriend was quick to get up and pad over towards his plastic toys again, kneeling down and filling the bucket with wet sand.
You could only sigh when watching him from the towel you were laying on, his back facing you as you thought what couldve possibly made him act so sassy today. Granted- he wasnt usually this bad.
Either way… you decided to shoo it from your mind and just enjoy yourself while you still could.
-
That is.. until the shade you were sitting under tilted away each passing second you laid there.
Who else could you call over to torture a bit noneother than your sweeheart?
“Szelag! Come here for a sec!” Your voice was loud enough for him to hear over the repetitive crashing waves and warm breeze.
Ethan twisted around to face you with a grimace — since when did you call him by his last name?
With furrowed eyebrows, he stood up from the sand and the castle he was building, walking over to you, standing over you like a menacing statue (at least you had some sort of shade now.)
“Pretty please rub some sunscreen on me too?”
“Youre fucking kidding me.”
“Ethan–”
“Cant you just do it yourself??”
“Ethan Szelag.” Oh you were pissed.
.. Maybe he shouldnt have been so bratty. Maybe he shouldved picked on someone his own size…
His expression said everything he physically couldnt, eyes wide in shock as he quickly tried to save his skin, “Honey- i didnt–”
You grabbed his wrist, standing up and pulling him along with you, almost like he was on a leash. Marching across the half-empty beach, just towards the showering cabins for some privacy. Ethan was in big trouble.“Youve been so bratty and whiny the whole day, the fucks your problem?” You snapped at him when closing the door behind you, crowding him towards the corner of the shower. Youve had enough — you were done with his bullshit.
Ethan tried his best to explain himself: “Baby– im sorry- i—” but cut himself off with a small whimper when your hand pressed against his crotch, staring down at him like he was a pest. Holy fuck.
“Mh- h-hold on..” He laughed awkwardly in that infamous way, but didnt exactly stop you when your hand slipped down into his swimtrunks. Your boyfriend was persistent in trying to justify himself — that some recording he tried to film today went shitty, that he wasnt deliberately trying to annoy you, but was quickly silenced when you kissed him.
The kiss was hungry, heated, overwhelming, like you were punishing him.
Ethan kept moaning quietly into your mouth, letting you touch him all over while he bucked into your fist. And god, did he love when you took the lead.
Believe it or not, he was fairly leaky already, cock flushed at the tip the more you kept jacking him off. Slowly, almost cautiously, his hands reached up to grab your hips to ground himself, hips grinding into your hand with each swipe of your tongue in his wet mouth.
Your other free hand slid upwards to unbutton his black and white flannel, his own trying to sneak across your skin and towards the tied strings of your own swim-wear. Nevertheless you were quick to slap the back of his hand and pull back to stop kissing him (he whined like a puppy).
“Hush.” He was quick to nod and bite his lip, swiftly glancing down as your hand kept gliding over his dick in slow strokes. He wanted to beg so bad, beg for you to go quicker, beg for you to make him cum, but he knew better than to annoy you further.
So taking whatever you were going to give him while he tried his damn hardest not to be loud in the shower sounded smartest.
“You close?” You interrogated, but he just hummed with a nod, eyes squeezing shut and letting his head tilt back against the wall.
“O-oh fuck..” Strike one.
You pulled your hand away, leaving him shocked.
“W-wait- i was so close–” Strike two.
.. Does he ever learn?
Ethan dropped to his knees suddenly, kissing the sun-kissed skin just above your knees and thighs, eyes full of adoration and also– somehow– despair. Pouting like a kid who got denied their favorite treat yet again.
“Good boy,” You praised simply, but even something easy like that was quickly eaten up by someone easy like him.
Huh, maybe he does learn if threatened enough.
After your verbal permission, one of his hands snaked down from the back of your thigh to his leaky cock, fucking into his own fist to finish the job you started. Unsurprisingly it didnt take much longer as he was spilling his seed and trembling, knees digging into the tiled floor as your boyfriend panted out for air. Other hand still clasped on the back of your knee while you pet his fluffy brunette curls for being so obedient. Finally…
.. actually being punished wasnt so bad after all, his words though, not mine!
