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✮ WE THOUGHT GHOSTFACE GOT TO YOU —ETHAN LANDRY
SUMMARY. you don’t realize how loud you were with ethan until you see the group.
WARNINGS. MDNI, smut under cut, fem!reader, dom!ethan, degrading, language, fluff, mentions of gf
WORD COUNT. 0.3k
ethan was pounding into you at a relentless pace, his hands gripping your hips painfully as his nails dug into the soft skin.
your head was thrown back against the pillow as you cried out in pleasure, his cock hitting a certain spot just right causing strings of moans to escape your lips.
“you like that, slut?” he spat, one hand leaving your waist to grab your chin and force you to look at him.
your pupils were blown and tears stained your cheeks as you stared up at him.
“you like being my little fuck toy?”
you could only nod, your mind foggy and throat scratchy from all the screaming you had done.
he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, his thrusts stilling for a second so he could loop his hands under your legs and yank you closer to him.
his cock practically penetrated your insides, ethan bringing you impossibly closer as his tip forced its way into your cervix.
“say it,” he growled, not daring to move as you wiggled against him, desperate for some type of friction.
“p-please,” you sobbed, grabbing his hands that held your legs as you scratched at them, needing him to move.
“i’m y-your little f-fuck toy.”
a dark grin took over the boys features as he hummed in approval, eyes falling to your cunt that was practically squeezing the life out of him.
he started to rock his hips into you slowly, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as your walls clung onto him tightly.
before you could process what was happening next, he dragged his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in, causing you to cry out in pleasure.
“gonna make you cum so hard,” he panted, leaning down to burry his face into your neck and bite gently at the skin, “you wont be able to walk for days.”
your stomach formed into the all-too-familiar knot as your walls tighten around his cock, feeling every vein and detail that decorated it.
“cum.” was the last thing you heard before your vision went dark and your body shook, toes curling against the sheets as ethan released inside of you.
you don’t know how long you were out for, but when you woke up, ethan was dressed and cleaning you up.
your legs were parted as he ran a wet wash cloth over your pussy, causing you to jolt and let out a whimper.
“n-no more,” you whispered, ethan’s dark eyes softening as he was quick to assure you.
“just cleaning you up, darling.”
you let him finish before watching him grab a pair of clean boxers and a t shirt, both belonging to him.
he came over and helped you put the boxers on, your hips raising to help him slide them on easier before he did the same with the shirt.
you let out a sigh of approval at the smell of him that lingered on the shirt, feeling immediate comfort.
“i think the others will be here any second,” he said, running a hand over your face and through your hair as you leaned into his touch.
you allowed him to help you up, your legs immediately shaking and an uncomfortable pain running down them as you whimpered softly.
“did i go too hard?” he asked, no trace of teasing in his voice as he looked at you concerned.
this was the ethan you fell in love with, the nerdy—sweet boy that you sat next to in econ in the beginning of the year.
you quickly shook your head, offering him a small smile as you assured him.
“all good,” you smiled, letting him wrap an arm around your waist and walk you out of his room.
your eyes practically fell out of your head when they landed on the group—chad, sam, tara, and quinn all scattered around the living room.
“don’t tell me-” you mumbled, cut off by tara who couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke.
“yep.”
your face flushed red as you buried it in ethan’s chest, too embarrassed to face the group at knowing they had heard you two.
although you couldn’t see, you knew ethan was wearing a shit eating grin—no embarrassment found on his features.
“trust me, it wasn’t all sunshine and butterflies for us either,” chad mumbled, the group laughing before he joked—
“we thought ghostface had got to you.”
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✮ EGO BOOST — ETHAN LANDRY
SUMMARY. ethan doesn’t understand why you’re limping
WARNINGS. soft!ethan, heavy implications of sex
WORD COUNT. 0.5k
ethan had come home riled up last night, complaining about how mindy kept targeting him when the group brought up ghostface.
usually sex with ethan was pretty vanilla, not that you ever complained, so last night when he came home angry—let’s just say he went a little harder than usual.
he had you in positions you didn’t even know your body could shape into, ethan letting a few secret kinks slip out as well, this including choking.
your body was being used all throughout the night, this unknown stamina coming out of nowhere with ethan.
so when you woke up sore, legs shooting with pain and neck aching from the grip he had on it, you weren’t surprised to why this was happening.
you were cuddled up in ethan’s arms, half the boys body weight practically engulfing yours as he laid sound asleep.
his face was tucked away in your neck, soft snores leaving his lips causing his breath to tickle your skin.
waking up with the need to pee, you slipped yourself out of his grip and sat yourself up—realizing you were dressed in only ethan’s T-shirt and a pair of panties.
you went to stand up but immediately hissed in pain, your hand jolting out to grab the nightstand as you stood there with shaking legs.
‘this is new,’ you thought to yourself before making your way to the bathroom.
you were only halfway across the room—limping slowly in order not to cause any additional pain—when you heard ethan stir awake.
he had watched you make your way over with worrying eyes, quickly standing up and making his way over to your limping figure.
“are you hurt? baby, what happened?” he asked hurriedly, concern laced in his voice as he wrapped his arm around your waist.
you leaned on him for support, a giggle leaving your lips as you peered up at him.
“eth, are you serious?”
his brows furrowed together as he asked again what was wrong, your heart melting at the thought of ethan genuinely not knowing why you couldn’t walk.
“you did this,” you said, confusion still present on his features as you continued, “last night.”
it only took a second before ethan’s face had blushed a deep red, a shy grin on his face as he looked down at you.
“I did this?”
“duh.”
you started to walk so he followed, letting you rest your weight on him as he helped you into the bathroom.
“i didn’t know i had that in me,” he mumbled, arm retreating from your waist to allow you to sit on the toilet.
you winced slightly at the feeling before looking up at him, a certain look on your face as you let out a sigh.
“trust me, neither did i.”
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hear me out.. reader waking up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep, so ethan takes it upon himself eat the reader out or whatever to get them back to sleep 🫡
i'm hearing all right
you know that exam season is stressful. you've been through it for years now, if your experience in high school is anything to go by plus the stressful period you had during midterms just a few months ago. you knew that exam season is stressful.
but the stress still shocks you. it keeps you away from food and friends and sleep.
which is why ethan came over with food and your sleep show. and you should be asleep, you were asleep, up until a few minutes ago when your dream ended and your bladder filled to the brim and now that you're empty again and you're comfortable in bed, you wait for sleep to find you.
but it doesn't.
it's silent in the room, netflix having shut off by now and only playing images of shows it wants you to watch, and you should be hearing the gentle sound of ethans snoring, but you don't.
so you turn over to face him and he blinks lazily at you, a slow smile spreading to his chapped lips.
"hey," he says, voice low and raspy.
"hi." your voice sounds similar.
"you can't go back to sleep, can you?" he knows you so well, it's almost embarrassing.
"yeah."
"yeah."
you shuffle and turn around, obviously reaching for your laptop which was on the floor beside the bed. before your fingertips can graze the case, ethan's pulling you back into bed.
you yelp, then laugh a little. "i was only gonna study for like 20 minutes. just until i was tired again."
he shakes his head. "i know you well enough to know that 20 turns to 40 which turns into until your exam."
true.
you sigh and lay back down, on your back this time, turning your head to look at him. "so what do you suggest will help me sleep?"
you were expecting an answer of another episode, or melatonin gummies, or even a glass of warm milk. what you didn't expect, but you should've truth be told, was ethan to situate himself between your legs on his haunches, and begin to tug at your sleep shorts with a sly smirk.
"i think i read somewhere that head has the same effects as melatonin gummies if it's given between the hours of ..." he trailed off to look at your clock and you did too. 2:03 AM. "2 and 3 AM."
your laugh is joyous and infectious, it has ethan's eyes crinkling and his chest shaking as he parrots the sound.
"yeah, okay. worth a shot." you lift your hips to help him shimmy your one layer off, then spread your legs, bent at the knee, to welcome him in.
his warm breath against your cunt has an initial shiver running up your spine, and the first lick of his warm tongue makes you flinch, but his hands hold you still, his fingers digging into the plush fat of your thighs, and you're so comfortable where you are.
with each lick and suck from ethan, the bed becomes comfier, you begin to sink into the mattress more, your eyelids get heavier and your muscles do too.
by the time he'd added a finger, curling it within your fluttering walls, you're already reaching your peak, and sleep is so close that you can almost feel it.
"'s close, e," you tell him, pushing your hips further into his face. "jus a little more." your hand finds his hair and you grip, pushing him further in. when ethan moans, delivering a few more licks to your cunt, you cum, hard and satisfactory.
your come down is mixed with you falling asleep, and you have just enough energy to register ethan kissing the inside of your left thigh and sliding up to pull you to his chest before you're mumbling a hard-to-hear "thank you" and falling asleep, not to wake again until your alarm hours from now.
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ethan landry who wants to have sex (especially because you’re wearing that short white sundress that shows your panties every time you bend over) but isn’t used to asking for this stuff, as he’s only had sex (with you) twice, leaving him to just mope and whine in your ear as he’s practically dry humping you from behind.
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ethan implied to be considerably taller than reader; MDNI 18+
ethan's following you around everywhere, a fate he doomed himself to when he happily agreed to running errands.
and while he's suffering from proximity, he knows he could end his self-induced torture. instead of only letting his doe-like brown eyes trail over your pretty frame—the picture of innocence in your white dress even though he has contrasting images from the last time he'd fucked you—he could simply ask. or at least initiate the beginning motions of it.
instead, he chooses to follow closely behind you in the grocery store. he tries to get his fix where he can— a hand on your hip as soon as you're stagnant for long enough to look for an item, his crotch pressed into your backside and rocked upwards just a bit. when you have to bend down, he stands right behind you, and not just to cover your panties from passersby.
clearly, his efforts are not enough.
there is no scenario in the world where you don't notice his longing. you're just as aware of his position as he is. yet, you won't act on pure assumption until he verbalizes it to you. until he gets rid of the insistent moping into your ear about when you're leaving the store, or until he stops pressing the halfie in his pants against your ass and attempts to get it in you.
it's not until you're on the subway back to your dorm when he voices his desire. "i'm ... you know," shyly whispered in your ear in response to your falsely-confused and concerned "what's the matter with you".
"you could've told me," you tell him. it's a little evil when you rest your hand on his upper thigh, looking up at him with Those Eyes, the same ones he previously admitted to getting off on when you'd been on your knees for him.
he clears his throat and scoots a little closer to you, not-so-subtly adjusting the paper bag of items that sits over his lap.
"didn't wanna bother you," he tells you, even though he says it into the bag.
when you inconspicuously tell him that getting to fuck him will never be an inconvenience, he doesn't seem to believe you. at least, not until you drop your groceries off beside the door in favor of putting your lips to his.
he's eager as he reciprocates, his big hands pressing into your back and crinkling the fabric of your white dress. he ignores the slight pain in the back of his neck as he bends down, because he's finally getting what he wants. he rocks his hips into yours gratefully, and his head actually spins a little when you start to undo his belt.
"want me to suck you off?" you ask him between pecks. he shakes his head, his fingers twitching as he resists the urge to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you then and there.
"mm-mm. wanna fuck you instead."
ethan's eyes actually water from happiness when you bend yourself over the counter, flip your dress up, and look back at him over your shoulder.
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guiding ethan through how to finger you for the first time?
he such a good listener :(((( his big doe eyes watching you for every little reaction. watching your blinks, your chest rise with the breaths you take, the way your eyebrows twitch.
anytime you give him a direction he's taking it, his own thick eyebrows furrowing as he really focuses. sometimes, his tongue sticks out just a little and it's such a sight :(( he's doing what you tell him to, looking at his hand work and then back at you to ask, "like that?" and you nod enthusiastically, your hips pushing out to attempt and force his long fingers ever deeper, as you tell him, "yeah, like that".
he starts off apprehensive, afraid that he'll do something wrong and it won't feel good or that he'll hurt you (he only wants to hurt you if you'll like it), but there comes a time where you're no longer telling him what to do verbally, instead choosing to trade your words for praising moans. that's when your hand reaches down to toy with your clit, and ethan's instantly pushing your hand away, replacing it with his own. you hadn't known him to be this good with his hands. he's playing you in a way that has your hand reaching down again, this time to wrap your fingers around his wrist, either telling him to slow down or speed up. neither of you really know.
when he makes you cum (fairly swiftly btw), his ego inflates. especially whenever you pull him up for a kiss and telling him how proud you are of him, while you slide a hand down to palm over the tent in his sweatpants.
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TW SOMNOPHILIA 18+
so like, telling Ethan that you’re his, no matter what, and you always will be, and at first he just takes it as a love confession. which, it is. but you meant so much more in those words. you try to tell him, really putting an emphasis on certain words (”i’m yours, e. i mean it) and he’s just not getting it so you flat out tell him that you’re into somnophilia and if he ever wants you, he can have you, even when you’re exhausted and weighed down from the strenuous life you live. it takes him some time to even consider indulging, but he comes to your apartment one night, and you’ve just put away your work and tucked yourself in after a long day of reading and rereading notes. you feel the comforter slip off your shoulders and you’re quick to try and replace it but then you hear him.
“it’s me, baby.” and when you scoot over to make room for him his heart swells to twice its size because if you’ve had a rough day, his was miles worse. so he smiles gently and caresses your cheek that isn’t against the pillow, prompting you to snuggle into it and peel your eyes open.
“are you getting in, e?” you ask, your voice already raspy and for a second, he regrets what he was thinking. he considers slipping his clothes off and wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head in your chest, the place where he’s the most comfortable, until he falls asleep. but he knows he won’t be able to even truly consider sleeping until he’s satisfied.
he blinks, and you’re out again, rolling to your back in search of another comfortable position.
you roll to your back, your arms slipping from under the covers to wrap around ethan’s neck and pull him into a slow, lazy, sloppy kiss.
it’s quick that the covers are pulled down and his jeans are lowered to the halfway point on his thighs. you’re slipping in and out, to and fro, small grumbles of “’m so tired, e,” spewing from your lips.
“i know, baby. i know,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you want me to stop? you know the word.”
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ethan having a porn twitter acc though.
lord have mercy.
that shit definitely starts as just a hobby. he's always this idea (fantasy) of having a porn twitter account, posting anonymously of course. and as soon as he gets the confidence to fulfill that shit ?? whew.
online, his persona isn't much different from offline. shy. nerdy. videos of him jerking and cumming into his abs (cum gutters) while he whines and whimpers. videos of him humping pillows with attached degrading captions about himself.
his followers eat that shit up. (i would too)
sometimes, he shifts and he's a bit more demanding; those jerking videos now attached with cocky comments ("be a good little play thing and you'll get my cock" shit like that).
the love he receives online transcends into his personality offline. he's more confident, sure of himself. his aura changes. the others can't put their finger on it, and it's good that they can't, but ethan's obviously changed.
if reader does figure it out, ethan's proposing a guest appearance. he's inviting them just for one video, nothing too crazy, and promising complete anonymity. any identifying marks are covered or kept out of frame, obscure pet names are used only. he's taking care of them on and off screen. nothing too out of the box, just simple fucking with a bit of intimacy, no role play involved.
that video does so fucking well that it can't be just a one time thing. the people are addicted to their everything. the way ethan and r just work so well together.
so, of course, it keeps going.
videos with cliché captions attached ("railing my step sibling" "pretty little thing can only learn to shut up when i give them my cock" "they needed help studying :((") do the best, and you're quickly both realizing that there is something there.
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yeah but what if ethan came in your underwear and made you keep it there all day.
mean!ethan has a breeding kink too. so he'd get off on this.
oh. my. god. anon whoever u are plz come back for a kiss like. SMUT 16+ fem! reader
it came about because he was just disastrously horny. some excuse about being a growing man with an insanely hot girlfriend was murmured before he was pushing you against your door and kissing you dumb. he'd just had his head situated between your legs for a wake up call no less than 20 minutes ago and you managed to get off, and get ready before he was begging for more.
"just need something quick," he's telling you, kissing at your jawline and down your neck, placing a kiss over the exposed bits of your chest and peering up at you to say, "please."
you're caving, even though you don't want to, and asking him what he needs from you. surprise and curiosity fills your body when he tells you that all you have to do is "stand there and look pretty". nonetheless, you're doing as he says, kissing him and playing with his curls as he slips a hand into his sweatpants to tug his cock free, pants falling to his ankles as he does so.
ethan's kisses become sloppier as he tries to blindly undo your belt, but he's so eager that he's fumbling to get it undone. "goddamnit," he's swearing under his breath, pulling away from you to focus on the most important task for him. your kisses to his cheeks are giggle-filled, and ethan smacks a hand in your inner thighs, both to chastise you, and to tell you to open wider.
it's a few more moments until he has your jeans pulled down completely and your underwear resting low on your hips. they would've fallen if it weren't for your wider stance.
"what're you––" you can't even finish your sentence before ethan's squeezing your cheeks in his hand, your lips pursed as he's telling you to spit into his free hand. he loosens his grip just enough for you to gather saliva, letting it fall into his open palm as he praises you with a simple "good girl".
his spit covered hand comes to his cock, and the other leaves your face to pull back on the elastic waistband of your panties.
it all comes to you whenever ethan aims his cock at the crotch of your panties.
any attempt to ward him off is quickly shut down. you're left to stand there with your back against the door, your hands pitifully attempting to push your boyfriend away from you. but there's no real bark behind your bite. in fact, when ethan growls "stay still" at you, it's not because you're running away. it's because you're pushing your hips out towards him, shimmying them, seeking for desperate friction in the air.
"'s fucking pathetic, aren't you? already getting off to the thought of carrying my cum around with you. hm?" he stares at you, the eye contact intense, so intense that you can feel the way your cunt leaks. "just a desperate, pathetic, little thing."
you can't help but moan. no, whimper.
ethan's burying his head into your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin and whispering a mix of degradation and praise, more so for himself than you. it's not long before he has to pull his head away from the warm comfort so that he can perfect his aim, shooting hot white spurts into the thin fabric of your panties.
there's a dirty mention of the cum taking when he pulls your panties back up. his cum flush with your cunt makes you shiver. when he drags a finger along your clothed lips, spreading the sperm along your cunt, you whine and consider skipping your classes.
but there's no point in even mentioning it whenever ethan picks your bag up from the floor, hands it to you with a smile, and tells you to "have a good day".
you leave your apartment with cum in your panties, and the last remaining syllables of an "i love you, too" still on your lips.
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i’ve been having insane ethan brain rot since i watched scream vi and ur blog is just *chefs kiss* this has been my saving grace. but may i propose to you, taking ethan’s v-card and he 100% is submissive and whimpers i just know it, esp his first time 😭
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mmmmm you tell him that there's no reason for him to worry because you'll take good care of him and he's already holding in little noises.
you slide the condom on for him, watching his reaction as you do so, and his hands are fisting the sheets on other side of him.
when you fucking sink down onto his dick? ethan legit almost cums then and there. his fist could never compare to the tight, warm heat that is your cunt and he already knows that after this, he's going to be addicted, coming back to your door night after night begging to just feel you around his cock or his fingers or his tongue.
your hips just know what to do and you look so divine on top of him, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead from your work. he feels like he should be doing something so he digs his heels into the bed and holds onto your hips and thrusts upwards once.
you let out a small squeal from how unexpected it was, your hands falling onto his chest and your top half bending down before you find your place again.
"s..sorry," he's stuttering out.
"'s okay. you don't have to do anything, ethan. this is about you." and you lean down and place a kiss to his lips, using one of your hands to blindly drag his large palm up to engulf one of your tits and that's when he makes that pretty little noise.
you gasp against his lips teasingly, your own lips turning up into a smile. "you sound so pretty, e. those little noises, fuck," and you shift your hips forward, grinding on him, and moan and in turn he moans.
if he's addicted after this, so are you.
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im sitting at my dining room table thinking abt how much of a little pussy whipped perv ethan is like
if you’re a lowrise jean wearer (like everyone should be) and if the waistband of your panties are pulled above the waistband of your jeans, as soon as ethan gets a glimpse he’s gone. like cartoon character fainting with silly little music in the back, a long tongue out of their mouth, and x’s over their eyes type gone.
he’s devising plans to get closer looks, or even touches. he’s sliding behind you in tight spaces so he can use his hands to maneuver you (weirdo) out of the way, just so he can feel the rough lace of your pink panties. and that touch alone is enough for his wank bank for the next two weeks at least.
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teaching ethan how to kiss <333 (except idk how to kiss) this is cliche and not my best work but i like the idea :))
when ethan texts you, you’re walking back to your dorm after spending a little too long in the shower. your skin is moisturized, but your face is dry, lacking the layers of moisturizer to lay on the sensitive area which awaits you in your dorm room.
you hold your shower caddy in one hand, and your phone in the other. your eyebrows wrinkle as you look at the text.
ethan 😵💫
can i ask you for a favor?
you type a quick reply, letting autocorrect fix the mistakes.
yeah ig
his message makes your eyes widen.
ethan 😵💫
can you teach me how to kiss … please
it’s a question that shocks you, makes you have to consider the words on the screen before you can even think of a reply.
what makes you think ik how?
idk lucky guess?
you smile a little, your hand turning around the knob of your dorm room. you cast a glance over to ethan and chad’s room, deciding on your answer.
sure i will e. come to my dorm in 25
and he’s there on the dot. three timid knocks ringing against the wood. you’re glad that mindy decided to spend the night with anika, because explaining this situation to her would take entirely too long and too much brain power. plus it would result in a lecture about “not trusting anyone”.
nothing you could handle when ethan was sitting on your bed, his eyes watching his hands, and a visible weight upon his shoulders.
“so why do you wanna learn how to kiss all of a sudden?”
he shrugs, refusing to meet your eye even when the bed dips with your weight. you’ve changed from your bathrobe into a pair of shorts and a large, frayed shirt. both of your attire is true to how late it is, ethan donning a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a shirt that looks like it came from 2009 (warewolfs in the night sky).
“i .. um ..” he huffs out a large breath of air. “i wanna ask a girl out and i know i wanna kiss her at the end of our maybe date but i don’t wanna scare her off with my lack of experience.”
your heart swells at the sentiment, but there’s a tug of pain to know that someone as attractive as ethan has his eye on someone that’s not you. it’s not like you even attempted to make your interest obvious, though, so you don’t allow yourself to be too upset.
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No but imagine being at like an event or dinner with your boyfriend and you've got history with Rafe the whole night you guys are just giving each other bedroom eyes and when yiu guys taje a seat at the dinner table he finger fs yiu under the table
your boyfriend sits across from you. he’s supposed to be your focus for the night, already sitting directly in your line of sight.
and you have been focusing on him. mostly.
there was only so much you could do when jokes dried up just as drinks did and your seat partner, also your ex situationship, started to become more entertaining then anyone else at the table had.
dessert was backed up in the kitchen, leaving you to swirl the steadily melting ice cubes in your drink as you waited for cake for the birthday boy and an assortment of sugary sweets for the rest of the table.
“don’t tell me i’m boring you.” rafe’s voice startled you, the deep timbre of it plus the proximity making you jump in your seat.
if your boyfriend noticed, he didn’t comment on it, instead engrossed in conversation with his childhood best friend who had driven up to the island for the weekend.
you shrugged, turning your head just a little to speak to rafe. when your nose almost bumped into his, you turned back to your drink instead.
“not you. just this entire thing.” your pointer finger circled in the air as you spoke.
you felt selfish, your words a whisper in an attempt at privacy. but you could yell and the rest of the table would still not be guaranteed to hear, the sheer volume of the rest of the bustling restaurant loud enough to drown out anything below a shout.
which is why you’re not that worried about the gasp you let out when you feel rafe’s hand slide along your inner thigh. his trail is slow, perhaps teasing or maybe just to give you an out if wanted.
you want the opposite, your legs spreading instead of closing to welcome rafe’s touch. you’d worn a small skirt tonight, intended to rile up your boyfriend into excitedly lifting it up at the end of the night for another birthday gift.
but your skirt ends up lifted earlier than you’d expected, rafe’s fingers pushing your thin panties aside just after he slides the digits along the wet patch you’ve created.
“who’s this for, sweetheart? huh?” two fingertips play in the arousal situated between your lips, his voice low as he questions you.
you look at him this time, distantly astonished at the way he’s able to keep his eyes platonic and rid of any hints that could alert anyone of your under table endeavors.
you grit your teeth, tilting your head. “it’s for him,” your head jerks towards your boyfriend.
rafe’s eyebrows lift in a teasing jerk. “really?” you nod. “none of it for me?” another nod.
rafe shrugs and his fingers disappear from your entrance where they’d been probing. “then i guess you should let him fuck you instead then.”
you let the front you’ve been putting up drop completely, eyes widening as you trap rafe’s wrist in your hand. “wait.” it’s said a little more pathetic than you intended, your pitch a little too high to play off.
rafe grins, aware that he’s gotten you where he wants you. he nods, lips turning down in an upside down smile just before he pushes two fingers into you, giving you no time to adjust before he’s fucking you.
just then, the waiters come out with a cake lit with a ring of candles, all of your friends starting to sing happy birthday to the boy across from you who grins and stares lovingly at you. even when cheerful faces and phones are pointed towards him. even when you're being finger fucked by his friend under the white clothed table.
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ik ethan’s a virgin and all, but I feel like he’d be really good at eating pussy. like he’s so eager to please and prob watches your body language to learn what you like and what you don’t and just knows off of that.
and you're absolutely right. obviously smut 17+
you got into your relationship with ethan knowing of his sex life (lack of) and you both agree to take it slow. but it's him who initiates levels of intimacy as you go on, always focused on pleasuring you.
he asks if he can finger you while you're making out one day, and he takes your direction well without any ounce of ego getting in the way. and you're fine with just keeping things there for a while, but it isn't too long later that he asks if he can go down on you.
it comes about suddenly, when you're watching a movie, but you're quick to say yes. and the image of ethan between your legs, holding them open with his brown curls tickling the sensitive skin anytime you even attempted to close them with his big doe-eyes attentively watching you between languid blinks, quickly becomes your favorite. luckily, giving you head seems to be a fixation for ethan, because there's so many times that you're heavily making out, and he undos the button of your pants and situates himself between your legs without you even having to ask.
he just can't get enough of knowing that he's the one making you wither and whine and feel this good. the feeling of your nails in his scalp (a design on them that he helped pick and pay for) is intoxicating for him, especially whenever you grip and push him further in. to him, nothing feels as good as your thighs around his head. and that sadistic side of him thrives whenever you cum once, and then twice, and then you're trying to pull him off of you to no avail with cries of his name on your tongue.
besides, what kind of slightly-evil eager-to-please boyfriend would he be if he didn't forcibly hold your hips down while he devoured you until he practically has lock jaw?
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✮ ┆dessert. ethan landry
— addicted to your taste, ethan desperately needs to fix his sweet tooth. drabble
warnings female reader, cunnilingus, semi-public, oral (female recieving), use of ‘cunt’ 426 words
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YOU HAD DRAWN BLOOD. Your bottom lip swelled and pulsed under the stress of the white bone, surfacing blotches of red underneath your glassy Fenty lipgloss.
Your parents were beyond thrilled when you announced the news that you were bringing home a boy for the holidays, let alone the personification of a puppy dog.
Regardless of his excitement to meet your family, staying in your parent’s house came with its downsides. Going home for the holidays meant spending time with your family. Spending time with your family meant no privacy and no privacy meant less time Ethan could spend with his face stuffed in your cunt just as he was at that very moment.
He could not be deeper if he tried, nose nudging your swollen clit as his tongue lapped at your soaked walls.
Dress bunched above your belly button and your leg hiked over his shoulder, Ethan knelt on the bathroom floor as you gripped the marble basin of your Aunt’s guest bathroom.
You laced your fingers through his messy curls, not a single care in the world if the ring on your finger that he bought you for your birthday got tangled as your nails scratched at his scalp and gripped his hair in a bunch.
The accidental tug of his locks elicited the rumble of a moan from his throat, the sound’s vibrations tickling your centre.
“Fuck,” your hips jerk forward to grind against his mouth, his smooth tongue flicking your clit and dragging it in between his lips.
Staring at the clock on the wall, you winced. 9:22pm. You knew for a fact desert was brought out seven minutes ago.
“Ethan,” you whisper, voice husky, “we need to go- fuck!”.
Ethan never meets your gaze, too focused on the sweet taste of your juices on his tastebuds. His favourite dessert.
You became dizzy at the squelch of his long fingers sliding into your hole, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. With one final stroke of his tongue flattened on your cunt, you gush on his mouth. He looks up at you; full lips coated with a thick layer of the silky, sweet substance.
As he stands, your white dress drops to its normal position above your knees.
A florid blush paints his soft cheeks, his nose nudging yours as he kisses your lips gently.
“Do you not understand what the word ‘behave’ means?”
Your scolding has his face hiding in your neck, kissing over the gold ‘E’ pendant that hangs in the cove of your décolletage.
“ i’m sorry,” he mumbles, hands on your waist, “was sick of waiting for dessert.”
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four years since obx s1 frat boy rafe you are being missed every second of every day
#you just had to be here in summer 2020#if I had only one wish it would be for them to bring him back#s1 hair defender till my last breath#rafe cameron#outer banks#drew starkey
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