ethan controlling readers vibrator and making her cum over and over again until she’s an overstimulated babbling mess
"no, no" ethan takes your aching jaw in his hand, forcing your eyes away from the ceiling and back onto his cynical grin. "look at me, look at me, there we go, there's a good girl," he says, painting away your tacky ears with a brush of his thumb.
you're a sniffling mess, lashes heavy with exaggerated tears as ethan wipes away the remaining tears that have slipped over your jaw. your hands lay limply around the wrist that dotes so lovingly at your lips now, pushing past them until two long fingers prod at the back of your throat, kissing it in greeting.
"now tell me what's the matter, huh? why you so sad?" he rolls the head of the vibrator higher up, drawing back the hood of your clit so that the intense thrum churns directly against it.
you groan, throat dry and in need of water, back lilting off the mattress until your balmy belly meets his. "no moving, no moving," he croons, his kisses wet and hot as he seals them across your cheekbones. "stay still, and you'll get what you want. that's what you want, isn't it, to cum?"
your answer means nothing to him as your grip grows firmer around his wrist, trying to budge it away to speak when it drops, a gentle weight, against your throat.
your complaint is a broken, whiny coo when he swirls the vibrator in tight, controlled circles against your quivering button. your drooling hole wets his dorm bed's sheets as it seeps viscerally from you, nipples hard and eager as ethan's forearm drags against them with every movement.
ethan smirks again, perspirant curls dropping over his eyes and darkening the already-black irises. "tell me. use your words." he seethes, pushing the words out from behind clenched teeth, dropping the device so he can easily shove two crooked fingers into your weepy cunt, silencing your woes with a sloppy kiss against your mouth.
you cry out into his mouth, hips swiveling again as another climax teases you in your periphery, and ethan scoffs into your mouth, suckling your slick bottom lip into his own. "oh yeah, atta girl, you got it. tell me how much you want it." he pushes in deeper, the heel of his hand hard and firm against your clit. "tell me how much of a whore you are."
thinking about bby reader and mean ethan in missionary and she pushes at his abs to get him to ease up on his thrusts bc shes so overstimulated and he's like "nuhuh honey, take it."
your shoulders quake with the effort of your next overstimulated sob, head falling slack and abdomen tightening. however, the words that are to come next quickly simmer off the tip of your tongue when he captures it between warm lips. he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, his own curling up in a satirical grin. "there we go, baby, there we go," he purls when he releases it.
another orgasm shudders its way through your torso and your legs tense up, back careening off the mattress as broken gasps come tumbling out from wet lips. fingers press impishly at the perspirant divots of his abdomen. "please, gentle, i need gentle, ethan, i - please."
his head drops, wet curls dropping in front of his line of sight and he laughs. he drops his weight onto his elbows, curling his forearms around the bend of your back so he can keep you tethered while his hips snap in a staccato rhythm. "no chance in hell, princess. you can take it. haven't even filled you up yet, can't stop until you have cum dripping down your leg, you know that. haven't fucked you that stupid already, have i?"
isa, i just watched a video on my twitter tl of a girl riding this guy wearing the gf mask and…. ethan thots. that’s all i can say. i am frothing at the mouth barking like a dog salivating at the thought you name it.
there's a foreign twinge that swirls in the pit of your belly as you work your hips faster, hands bracing against ethan's balmy abdomen. your teeth are working overtime at the inside of your cheek as tendrils of unadulterated rapture surge down your legs, paralyzing the limbs in their straddling around his thigh thighs. "ethan.." you begin, although there's a little voice in the back of your skull that barks about the male's false identity. "ethan say something."
you expect a moderated baritone to respond, but it's instead the honey-laden saccharine voice of your boyfriend, which lilts upward with amusement. "yeah, baby? what's the matter, huh? you getting scared?"
you shake your head, although your slowing movements prove otherwise. your toes clench as the coil in your belly tightens. his cock twitches, swelling inside your squeezing cunt when you let out a low whimper. "i just wanna see your eyes." you lament, lips downturning into a morose frown. "and see your face. lemme see your pretty face, please?"
it's his turn to deny you, his thumbs drawing incomprehensible shapes against your pelvic bone with every drag of your hips against his. his happy trail provides a delicate friction against your aching clit, and the added exaltation has your fingers quivering against his ribcage. "what's the fun in that, huh?" he croons through a pleasured groan, nearly choking on the sound when you squeeze once more around him. "i know you like it, angel. don't deny it, now."
achy warbles of sound are starting to build up in the back of your throat as your cunt squelches quietly around his shaft, the head of it prodding at your cervix in its hardened form. "just miss you," you give the inside of your cheek a break, tongue delving out to swipe over drying lips. "and i wanna kiss. i can't kiss you if your mask is on."
although you'd never admit it, the dominance that exudes from the mask in itself is adding to the buildup of satisfaction that tingles at every open nerve. it's the simple knowledge that the power to absolute wreck you - to gut you in ways different from this - lays in the hands of someone who is only providing you the highest levels of pleasure.
he concedes, however, sliding the mask off his perspirant face and tossing the costume piece somewhere into the other corner of the room. "c'mere, baby." he's sliding his hands over your hot cheeks, tugging you down until your sore breasts are pressed firmly against his pectorals, his tongue already licking at your swollen lips.
"this what you wanted? hm?" he preens, his baritone muffled by the taste of your mouth against his, your fingers already tangled in his curls. "cum, baby, i've got you."
ethan landry with reader who whines and moans in a high pitch (and also cries when he pleasures her) and ethan can’t get enough of it
he hadn't previously anticipated the high-pitched trill of her weepy tone as he pushes his tongue against her dripping hole, or the way her back arches off the mattress, grinding down against his eager mouth. he's suckling it all up, nose pushing into the thatch of pubic hair that hovers over the hood of your clit. he groans there, teeth grazing over her clit as his fingers press harder into her supple thighs, drawing her closer onto his lapping tongue.
she whines again when he spits against her wet heat, lubricating his movements so he can consume every bit of her. his tongue darts inside her weeping cunt, moving freely with the oozing slick that bleeds over the muscle, moaning with every visceral sound that rolls off her tongue. "jesus," she gasps, fingers grappling blindly at the curls that lay matted against ethan's forehead. "please please please.."
his retort is muffled against her pussy as he licks every ounce of arousal that her cunt provides, spurred on by the fruitless push of her heels into the mattress and the tightening of her thighs around his skull. he's eager, sealing his lips around her clit for the last time so that she's spasming, legs locking into a momentary paralyzed position until he's pressing palms into her dewy thighs and forcing them farther apart to further delve into his meal.
she yelps with the zeal that rockets down her spine, the fireworks that churn in the pit of her belly, and the parade of light that explodes behind closed lids. even her panting is twinged with sound, finishing off with breathless whines that have ethan's cock aching in its position between his abdomen and the bed. "y'taste really good," he grunts, chin gleaming with slick. "can i do it again?"
ethan landry overstimulating his babygirl and he just scolds her for trying to push him away and fucks into her deeper, pushing in until his tip pushes against her cervix and she whines
she's sure that with one wrong movement, the broom to her right will budge from its slipshod leaning position and clatter down atop her head - that if the foot she has pushed up against the shelf moves, the entire infrastructure will spill every cleaning supply stacked neatly upon it.
so she's forced in her awkward position, the other leg wrapped messily around ethan's pelvis, the heel of her foot pushing into the right dimple of his back. her back is pressed up against the wall, fingers pulling near-angrily at sweaty curls at the nape of his neck, head pushing into the drywall with uncontrolled restraint.
ethan has his head buried in her neck, tongue lapping at the dewy perspiration that clings to the hollow of her collarbones, pistoning into the sopping heat that clings to the girth of his cock. "jesus christ," he gripes through clenches teeth, dropping his hands to grip at the slopes of her hips, anchoring his palms against her firm pelvic bone. "thought i took care of you already. this should be enough, shouldn't it?"
y/n's recently purchased dress is pushed up hastily around her torso, allowing ethan to properly watch as his shaft pushes in with every pert thrust, and then the glisten of it with her arousal when he pulls out. her legs are beyond the point of trembling; they're near-spasming in their sore position, and she sobs out. "i can't do anymore," she whines, head falling so that her forehead smears against his mess of tendrils. "ethan.. please.."
weak fingers prod fruitlessly against his abdomen, nearly catching on the happy trail that delves down his pubic bone. he scoffs, smearing a wet kiss against her balmy cheek, unfazed by the meek pressure. with one last final thrust, he's pushing all the way up into her, the spongy head of his cock kissing at the puckered muscle of her cervix, spurting his sticky seed inside her sore cunt.
"there we go, huh?" another kiss, this one including a bite against her jawline. "that what you wanted?" he eases her down on quivering legs, maintaining her weight with a lazy arm looped around her middle. "go get your drink then, baby, no more whining about getting nothing."
what ab Ethan teaching bimbo!reader how to play a video game and pulling her onto his lap so he can place his hands over hers on the controller and guide her though the controls. also when she finally wins her bouncing up and down on his lap unaware of what she's doing to him because she's so caught up in her winning.
"alright, baby," his hands slide softly over your own, anchoring your fingers against the individual controls and nuzzling his chin into the dip of your shoulder. "you just have to press this button to shoot, this one to jump.." he sifts through the various mechanisms, pressing his finger against your own to get you to press the toggles. "that easy, alright?"
you nod, shifting in his lap. "this is the easy one?"
he nods, settling his hands against the dips of your pelvis to keep you steady. "all you have to do is get from point a to point b without getting killed. you might not even have to shoot. just get there as fast as you can, alright?"
you nod wordlessly and begin your play. it takes a few tries, but upon your fourth attempt, you finally achieve your goal, your animated character capturing the billowing blue flag that waves in the faux wind. "ethan!" you gasp, jumping in your spot to alert the boy who has laid back against the mattress, hands tucked behind his head. "i did it!"
he groans in retaliation, eyes sealing shut. "hm? that's great, angel. i'm so proud of you." you slip a hand under his shirt, fingers tickling at the thatch of hair that slips under his shorts. "did i do something wrong?"
his hand curls over your own, tongue peeking out to lick over his lips. ".. no. not at all, sweet girl. you wanna celebrate that win or what?"
"you.. have been distracted all day." tara leans over the table, eyes narrowing into suspicious slits. "you gonna tell me what's got you so occupied?" your thumb presses against the power button, and you place your phone, face down, against the wooden table. "no no, it's nothing. i'll get back to it, promise."
tara turns back to her computer, licking over her teeth and very much unconvinced. "sure. just don't come crying to me when your grade tanks because you can't manage to focus on studying for this fucked exam."
your phone buzzes again and your hand twitches in its innate, inbred desire to go and check the message that you've known is coming. "i will.. focus. just after this.. please?" your eyes search for the approval you're not required to receive, and yet tara's brown irises seem to grant it.
you grab the device again, flipping it back again to observe the recent text you've been anticipating. except this time, it's an image, ethan's jaw just peeking out from the top of the frame, lips parted and swollen. his abdomen is slick with perspiration, the muscles there tense and taught. long fingers grip at the base of his cock, the head of it rouging and near-purpling with its angry effort. pre is weeping from the tip, pubic hair a matted mess underneath the bump of his pinky finger.
heat blossoms in the tips of your ears, over the swells of your cheekbones, and then once more between your legs. your fingers hover over the letters for a moment before you respond.
'good job, pup. mommy'll be home to clean up the mess <3'
you turn your attention back up to your friend. "alright, we're good. study time."
ethan goes back to his dorm after killing, still in the costume and covered in blood. reader was in his room cause she missed him. he takes his mask off and then finally realizes she’s there. he’s like freaking out but reader is turned on by it all
tw: blood, mentions of murder
the fan beside the bed is droning on in its eternal buzzing, but it's doing nothing to satiate the uncomfortable heat that settles over you like a heavy blanket. fatigue is another factor that settles you deeper into the bed, and you shift again, cheek smooshing against the blue pillowcase in your move to gain comfort. the door handle clicks, and you're unfazed, too far into a state of near-slumber until it's swinging open, and you're peeling back the heavy lids with a tired frown. "ethan?"
he's, at first, a shadowy figure in your blurry gaze until you're blinking away that cloud of exhaustion and shoving yourself up into a seated position. "ethan? that you?"
there's a strangled gasp before the male is grappling for the flimsy plastic, the white marred with a dark crimson, and ripping it off his face. a few stray curls cling to his temples and the curve of his forehead when he heaves in a heavy breath, eyes wide with surprise. "you.. what.. what are you doing here? you're.. you.. you aren't supposed to be here."
you knuckle at your eyes, tucking your feet underneath your bottom. your head cocks to the right, eyes narrowing. "you've got a bit of.."
there's a drop of blood that slips down the curve of his jaw, slipping over the bulge of his adam's apple. the palm of his hand smears against it, leaving a lighter, pinked hue stain in its wake. "shit, i uh.."
"so you're ghostface." you point out, and you scratch idly at an itchy spot on the side of your left thigh. "and this is how i found out."
"it's just a costume." he attempts, dropping the mask. "it's just.. it's fake blood. got a bucket of it for a discount at that party store a few blocks over and-"
"you smell like pennies." you preen, finally pushing off the bed and gliding over to the man. "i think you need a shower."
you press up onto your toes, fingernails scraping against the nape of his neck when the digits slide through the nappy curls and anchor themselves there. "you get anyone good?" you whisper over the pout of his lips. "anyone i know?"
his arms hover around your torso, and he swallows thickly, licking over the lips that are suddenly drying. "yeah.." he accepts the docile kiss you grant him, nearly moaning into your eager mouth.
"care if i join you?" you smile against his mouth, and he nearly chokes.
