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cariantha · 4 months

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Talk is Cheap (2/2)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mentions of pregnancy Category: AU; Angst (with a happy ending) Word count: 2.7K Prompt: What would have been the outcome if Sawyer had discovered that she was pregnant whilst Ethan was in the Amazon? A/N: The theme song for this fic is “Go Get Her” by Restless Road.

Part One

It took Sawyer two days and ten chewed up fingernails to work up the courage to call. And it took three unanswered calls to realize that her heart wasn’t done breaking.

“Ethan, it’s Sawyer. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I really need to talk to you.”

Ethan listened to the message several times. There were only two possible reasons for her call: something was wrong, or she wanted to talk about them. The only clue he had, her shaky and hesitant voice, was not enough to go on. Worried that weeks of strategic silence and self-inflicted loneliness would be for nothing, he determined that the safest course of action was to call his mentor. Speaking to Naveen would rule out several of the “something wrong” scenarios that were racing through his anxious mind.

Ring, ring. “Hello, Ethan. It has been a while,” Naveen answered. The two hadn’t spoken since the video call that ended with Sawyer darting away from his office in tears.

“Naveen. How are you? How have you been feeling?”

“I’m fine, son.”

“Did you have your check-up with Baz this month?”

“I did. My labs were normal.”

“Good… that’s good… uh, how’s the team?”

“They are managing quite well, and June is taking full advantage of her time at the helm,” Naveen chuckled.

“I don’t doubt it. And the interns? Have they killed anyone while I’ve been away?”

“The interns?” Ethan’s attempt at small talk was already suspicious, but asking about the interns was a dead giveaway. “Or one in particular?” Naveen pressed.

Giving up his pretense, Ethan confessed, “She left me a vague message. I was concerned that something had happened. That one of you might be sick or hurt.”

“I think it’s safe to say she’s hurt, Ethan,” Naveen challenged.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is she okay? Has there been any more backlash from the trial? Has Nash been harassing her?”

An exasperated Naveen sighed, “I don’t know the reason for her call, Ethan. And even if I did, I would tell you to speak with her yourself. Tell me, how are you planning to work together if you’re not on speaking terms?”

“Our relationship will return to that of a strictly professional one. Working together on your case, sharing that secret… the lines got blurred and I let things go too far. It was the result of heightened stress and frequent exposure to-”

“Bullshit,” Naveen interjected.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. We both know if that’s all it was, you wouldn’t have bothered to call me. You wouldn’t care this much. Now, swallow your pride like that over-priced whiskey you drink and call her.”

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The following day, Sawyer stood outside of Naveen’s office. “Hi Danielle, any chance the chief has some free time in the next day or two?”

“Let me check his schedule, Dr. Brooks,” the assistant answered, clicking her computer mouse.

“Sawyer? Is that you out there?” Naveen called from inside his office. “Come on in.”

Sawyer offered a thankful smile to Danielle and then stepped into Naveen’s office, closing the door behind her. “Thanks for giving me a few minutes.”

“I can always spare a few for my grand-mentee.” He gestured to one of the seats in front of his desk. “What’s on your mind, dear?”

Sawyer took a grounding breath, then proceeded. “A lot actually. I, uh…” She paused, nervously biting her bottom lip. Then as if ripping off a Band-Aid, she came right out with it. “What is the policy for taking a leave of absence? And if I did, how would that impact my fellowship?”

Naveen pursed his lips, mentally diagnosing the situation. “Well, that depends on the type of leave being requested.”

Sawyer hung her head for a moment, and when she looked up, her eyes were glassy. “Maternity leave.”

He followed her eyes when they shifted to a picture displayed on the hutch behind him, confirming his suspicion. Naveen hoped that Ethan had taken his advice last night. With a sympathetic air, he leaned forward and folded his hands. "Does he know?"

She shook her head and bit her lips, trying to prevent the spill of tears. “He hasn’t returned my calls," she finally managed.

“I’m so sorry, dear. Is there anything you need? Anything I can do for you?”

Sawyer reached for a tissue. “I just need to know what my options are.”

He nodded.

“And if it comes to it… the process for transferring my residency.”

He couldn’t help the frown on his face. “Of course.” A short while later, with a hug and another offer of support, Naveen said goodbye to Sawyer.

"Danielle, would you mind letting Dr. Cyrus know that I am running a few minutes behind?" Closing his door for privacy, he retrieved his phone from the pocket of his white lab coat.

Later that night, in his tiny studio apartment in Atalaya, Peru, Ethan sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled through his phone contacts. He stared at Sawyer’s profile picture for a long while, gathering the strength to stay firm in his resolve, while also preparing for the worst. If she was sick, he would call in every favor he was owed. If she was moving on with someone new, he would hate it, but wouldn’t interfere with her happiness. If she was quitting… leaving… he would break.

With his thumb hovering over the call button, he was startled when the phone pinged. Tapping on the notification, he read the incoming lines of text and quickly realized that he had not anticipated this scenario.

In her bedroom in her Boston apartment, Sawyer paced back and forth. The word “Read” appeared after the last line of her text message and she anxiously chewed on her thumbnail waiting for any kind of response. Preferably a call, but she would settle for three bouncing dots and a few lines of text. A half hour later, accepting the silence as his response, she powered off her phone and tossed it aside. Curling up in her bed, she cried herself to sleep.

In those same thirty minutes, Ethan stared at the sonogram picture and choked back tears. His knee bounced up and down nervously, carefully considering what to say and do to make things right. When he finally pushed the green call button, he immediately heard her voice on the other end of the line. “Hi there, you’ve reached Sawyer. Leave me a message.” He redialed several more times, but each time it went straight to voicemail. “Dammit!”

Ethan stood and raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. He spun around taking in his humble surroundings, considering his current obligations. “To hell with it.” After calling for a ride, he tossed his phone on the bed and began shoving his belongings into his open suitcase.

An hour later, from the backseat of a taxi, Ethan made another call. “Dr. Stehl, it’s Ethan Ramsey. I’m sorry to do this, but something has come up back home in Boston. A family emergency. I’m on my way to the airport now…”

After twenty-four hours of cramped bus rides and connecting flights, and a quick stop at home to freshen up, Ethan stood outside of Sawyer’s apartment door. Taking a deep, calming breath first, he knocked.

Elijah greeted him a half minute later. “Dr. Ramsey? I didn’t know you were back.”

“Yes, just. Is Sawyer here?”

Elijah moved backward and gestured for him to enter, assuming that Sawyer was already expecting him. It wouldn’t have been the first time she entertained Dr. Ramsey in their apartment, after all. It would also explain why she passed on going to Donahue’s with the other roommates for “Ladies Night” half-priced drinks. “She’s in her room. You remember which one, right?”

Ethan nodded. “Thank you.”

“By the way, I like the beard,” Elijah remarked, closing the door. “Maybe I should try to grow one so my patients won’t think I’m fifteen anymore.”

“Hmph,” Ethan huffed in amusement as he moved deeper into the quiet apartment.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly before gently knocking on the last door at the end of the hall, the door to Sawyer’s room. Though light emanated from underneath the door, there was no answer. He knocked again, and when she still didn’t answer, he carefully turned the doorknob and peeked inside.

Sawyer was fast asleep, hugging a pillow close to her body.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, he softly padded to the side of her bed and carefully sat on the edge. Her laptop lay open behind her. On the screen, an application for residency at the Mayo Clinic in Arizona, which made Ethan’s stomach sink.

Odds were she hated him at this point. Despite the risk, he reached out to touch her. Tenderly skimming his fingers along her hairline, he brushed a few loose strands out of the way. “Sawyer,” he quietly said her name. When he repeated it, she finally began to stir and then opened her eyes.

Shocked, she bolted upright and backed away, nearly knocking her laptop to the floor. “W-what are you doing here?” she asked, trying to get her bearings.

“I came to talk. To apologize. To try to make things right.”

“Ethan, I–”

Sensing her distrust, “Please, give me a chance,” he implored. “I know I don’t deserve it, but will you please hear me out?” When she didn’t protest, he continued.

“I have been so selfish, Sawyer. When Naveen appointed you to the diagnostics team, I feared a scandal if people discovered we were together, especially with the ethics trial still fresh in people’s minds. I could never, in good conscience, put you in a position like that. You worked so hard and earned this fellowship. It’s a rare opportunity that I don’t want to get in the way of.” His eyes begged for understanding. “Please believe me when I say this… I want to be with you. So much so that I considered stepping down as team leader. Hell, I even considered resigning from the team altogether.” He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “As much as I care for you, Sawyer, I couldn’t give it up. I have spent my entire career preparing to one day fill Naveen’s shoes. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, until you. But everything between us happened so fast. It was still so new-”

“Ethan, I would never expect you to make that kind of sacrifice. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you did,” Sawyer firmly cut in.

“I know, Rookie, and that’s why I told myself the only way forward was as colleagues, and nothing more.” He made a point of looking her in the eye. “But the problem is we’ve never just been colleagues, have we. There’s always been something more between us. I took advantage of the distance, hoping that if we cut ties for a while, the connection would fade and make it easier to leave what we had in the past.”

Sawyer shook her head in frustration.

“You don’t have to say it. I can probably guess what you’re thinking,” Ethan acknowledged.

“That you’re an idiot?” she quipped.

“Yes, and you’d be right to think so. I had convinced myself it was a solid plan. As long as we still worked together, I would still get to see and talk to my best friend without the constant worry of holding you back or jeopardizing your career.” Sawyer followed when he tipped his head to the laptop screen behind her. “Knowing how badly you wanted to be at Edenbrook, and how hard you fought for the fellowship, I hadn’t considered the possibility that you would leave. When you said you might move back to Arizona, I realized my plan backfired.”

Ethan gave her a moment to process.

“Why didn’t you call or write me back after I told you about the baby?” she demanded an answer.

"I know this will be hard to believe, but I swear I was just about to call you when I got your text. You can blame me for a lot, but you can’t blame me for the sudden shock of learning that I was going to be a father. It took me a while to catch my breath and find my words. When I finally got my shit together, I tried calling. Several times. But I kept getting your voicemail.” Ethan absent-mindedly stretched his hand toward her. “Sawyer, we both know words without action are meaningless. You mean so much to me and-”

“You have a real shitty way of showing it,” she interjected.

"And I'm here now because I want to change that. You deserve better than a phone call, and certainly more than a text message. You, Rookie, have the unnerving ability to read me like an open book. I want you to be able to look into my eyes and see the truth in my words when I tell you how I feel."

Protectively clutching her pillow to her chest, she braced herself. “And how do you feel?”

“About you?” he paused, his eyes darting between hers. “I am hopelessly in love with you, Sawyer Brooks.”

She swallowed, nervously anticipating his next words.

“How do I feel about this baby?” He sighed softly. “I’ll be honest, I never pictured myself settling down or having a family. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours on buses and planes alone with my thoughts, and they were consumed with the idea of becoming a father. For the first time in my life, Sawyer, I could picture it… a family of my own... but only because you were with me in that dream. And I’m worried that I’ve fucked it all up.”

Overcome with emotion, Sawyer hid her face with her hands and sobbed.

“Sawyer?”

“Arrrrrgh,” she growled into her hands before lowering them. “I’m still furious with you… I’m not sure where we go from here… how to trust that you won’t walk away again.” She wiped her tears away. “But I guess we have a lot to figure out…” she said, her voice cracking, “because despite myself, I’m still in love with you, too.”

A wave of relief washed over Ethan. There was hope, even if the space between them made it feel like they were still on different continents.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, looking her over.

“I’ve had a little morning sickness, but mostly I'm exhausted.” She opened her mouth to say more but stopped herself.

“What is it?”

Her bottom lip quivered when she continued. “I’m scared to death.”

Ethan gently removed the pillow barrier and drew her near. “Come here.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and murmured, "It will be okay."

“You’ve said that before,” she mumbled into his chest.

He pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry for letting you down before. I know that it will take time to earn back your trust. But I promise you, Sawyer, I’m here for you… for both of you. You can count on me,” he assured, his fingers twining with hers. “I will be the man... the partner… that you need me to be.”

They held onto each other in comforting silence for several minutes.

“I missed you, Asshole,” she whispered, then lifted her head to really look at him.

Ethan smiled. “I missed you, too, Rookie. Every minute of every day that I was away.”

Sawyer ran her hand over his scruffy beard, then over the soft leather of his jacket. “We’ve got ourselves a brand new Ethan Ramsey,” she assessed.

“This jacket’s been through a lot with me.”

“It suits you.”

Scratching his cheek, “And the beard?”

She studied him for a moment, then with the playful smile that he had missed so terribly, she teased, “You look like a dad.”

Seven months later…

Ethan stared in awe at the carefully wrapped bundle his wife held in her arms. The newborn’s tiny hand wrapped around the tip of his finger. Without letting go, he carefully nestled next to his wife on the hospital bed. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he leaned in and pressed an appreciative kiss to her temple. When he pulled back, she turned to him with a smile, soliciting another kiss but this time on her lips.

“I love you. How are you feeling?” he asked.

Before she could respond, there was a gentle knock on the door. Two older men bearing flowers, balloons, and teddy bears quietly entered. While the silver-haired man exchanged cheek kisses with Sawyer, the dark-haired man in the sweater vest moved to the other side of the bed and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“Dad. Naveen. Let me introduce you to your grandson,” Ethan announced. “Brooks Winter Ramsey.”

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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Are there any songs that make you think of SOMEONE ELSE'S MC and LI?

YES!!!! OMG, I love this question! There are a few, for sure. Sometimes there are reasons, sometimes not... I don't look for logic in my life anymore lol

This one reminds me of @alwaysmychoices Ethan and Charlie. Especially the next to last chapter of With and Without (I REALLY need to read the latest)

I think of @jamespotterthefirst Ethan and Lilac every time I hear this. Every time:

OK, this one is WEIRD. OK. It's weird. The song reminds me of Derek Jeter because he was in a commercial that featured the song back in the day. So I've always thought of Derek whenever I heard it (huge Yankee fan here, peeps). Since @cariantha has Ethan married to the lovely Hannah Jeter, now I think of Ethan and Hannah when I hear this as well.

And just the other day I was driving and this came on, and IDK why, but @liaromancewriter Sienna and Max popped into my head. I guess I can just see this happening to them for some reason! And I forgot to tell Mal about this (because my brain is shot) so thanks for this reminder! lol

Thanks for this fun ask!

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chellestrash · 7 months

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Off duty

Ethan Sawyer x F!Reader

summary: Ethan with a beard? Maybeeee?

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), teasing, pet names

a/n: if you saw any typos...no you didn't. this is my fifth fic this week for @bernthirst-events help!

The scent of the fresh mountain air fills your lungs the second you begin to stir in your sleep. Snuggling closer into one of the big pillows on the big wooden bed, you exhale quietly, keeping your eyes closed for another moment, hoping to be able to rest for at least a little while longer.

Your muscles relax, your body slowly letting you drift off back to sleep before suddenly, you hear the footsteps. Despite keeping your eyes closed, your eyebrows pull together at the sound, but you wait patiently, still not fully convinced whether you should try to get up or allow yourself to rest some more. After the sound of footsteps approaches your side of the room, you feel the mattress dip under the weight of Ethan's body when he sits down next to you at the edge of the bed. It's good to have him back. His work trips never took more than a couple days but this one, for some reason felt particularly long.

Still not moving, you wait to see what he does. His face blocks out the light from the balcony when he checks if you're awake before you feel his fingers brush over your back through the fabric of your shirt, well... his shirt you chose to sleep in. Not getting a reaction out of you, he sighs quietly, whispering a gentle “baby?” before pressing his palm against your lower back. Watching your body raise and fall quietly with your steady breathing, he waits another moment, hoping you'll come to him before leaning down closer to you.

Bunching up the fabric of the shirt and pulling it up your body he exposes your back, the cold air from the open window hits your skin, and it's a split second before you feel the contrasting heat of his lips in the same spot. The kisses continue, over your back, up to your spine and then neck, one final kiss behind your ear, and you finally, finally give him a response.

A deep breath, followed by a loud hum as your body moves on the bed, attempting to find a slightly more comfortable position.

“Oh, oh shit, I woke you up?”

He whispers, lips brushing over your earlobe gently, a tickling sensation runs through your body, and you groan, disproving.

He knew he woke you up, it was his plan from the beginning you knew it, and you were pretty sure he knew you were aware of it.

“Sawyer I swear-”

You start and feel his deep, grumbly chuckle against your skin.

“Yeah yeah.”

He mumbles, digging his arm under your sleepy body before he turns you to lay on your back. You keep your eyes closed, shutting them tight and turning your head away from the source of light, finally settling on covering half of your face with the back of your arm.

“C'mon baby, I need a kiss goodbye. Gotta leave for the station”

You shake your head, a loud grunt, disagreeing with his words, your way of protesting against the Sheriff's decision to send Ethan back to work the same day he got back from the field. 'Some paperwork' he explained over the phone on his way to you the night before but, it still didn't sit right with you.

“Oh really? You want me to be late?”

He attempts to bargain, but you turn your face away, feeling more and more awake now but still not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I'm asleep Sawyer.”

You mumble, stirring underneath his body, trying to push him off. One arm still thrown over your face, the other pushing against his chest.

“Ahh bullshit, c'mere.”

He leans down over your body once again, moving your arm out of the way. He starts with kisses on your collarbone, moving up your neck and then over your jaw, cheeks, and lips.

You frown, not used to the slight pricking that accompanied his kisses this time. Tilting your head back slightly and off to the side, you encourage him, inviting the slower and deeper kisses. The unfamiliar stubble scratches over your sensitive skin, and you grunt softly, your hand on his cheek as you push his face away, finally opening your eyes to inspect.

“Oh shit, look at that people, she's awake!”

He teases, and you snort, rolling your eyes you breathe out a quiet laugh, eyes glancing around his face while your thumb rubs over the hair. The confused look on your face gets a reaction out from him, and he frowns, his fingers wrapping around your wrists gently.

“What?”

“What's this about?”

You ask quietly, and he tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes, not sure what you're asking about.

“What's what about, baby?”

You push your thumb harder against his cheek, inspecting the short beard.

“You didn't shave?”

He frowns, but his body relaxes the second he realizes it's nothing serious, his nonchalant demeanor back almost instantly.

“What? You tryna' tell me you don't like it?”

Ethan brushes his fingers over his chin with a frown.

Cupping his face with both your hands now, you inspect the look further, it's not a big change, nothing drastic, it's just a beard but you're not used to facial hair on Ethan, you haven't seen him growing it out like this before. You smile gently as he leans into your touch.

“No, I like it.”

Your thumbs brush over his face again, and he turns to kiss the inside of your palm.

“Wanted to try something new.”

You nod at his words.

“It's cute, Deputy, you gonna grow it out?”

“Maybe, depends.”

He whispers, his body slowly leaning down to rest on top of yours.

“On what?”

“You.”

You breathe out a quiet laugh, pushing his head down onto your chest.

“Yeah? That's so considerate of you officer.”

“Mhm”

He nods, confirming how incredibly generous he is.

“I mean, it's gotta be your decision.”

He starts after a moment, looking up at you.

“Yeah?"

"Mhm, you're the one who's gonna feel it when I do this.”

Ethan pushes off of you and pulls himself up higher. His face is now above yours as he moves to press a kiss against your lips, the thick hair brushes over your skin, you don't mind it.

“And this.”

He moves lower down your body, kissing over your neck now.

“And this.

A whisper as his lips brush over your collarbones.

He continues, down your chest and stomach, pushing the fabric off the shirt up to work his way down between your legs now.

“Through, you said you're gonna be late?”

You tease, knowing very well work was the last thing on Ethan's mind at that moment. Watching as he glances up, pushing your legs open slowly, you nod, giving him the permission he's waiting for.

Ethan grunts, kissing the inside of your thighs, his warm, soft lips contrasting with the rough prickle of the hair. Hand rubbing up and down one leg, lips on the other. Your hips push up slightly, chasing the sensation the second he pulls away.

“Ethaaan.”

You whine and he chuckles.

“So the beard works?”

“Oh, it so works.”

He scoffs, his lips pressing against your thigh again before he nudges your clit with the tip of his nose through the fabric of your panties. Moving his head from side to side, slowly he brushes the rough hair over your skin, quickly following with gentle kisses.

“Ethan.”

You push and he breathes out a quiet laugh.

“Okay, baby, but you can't blame me if it hurts later.”

You spend the rest of the morning with Deputy Ethan Sawyer's head between your legs. Pushing them together, squeezing the sides of his face tighter as he works his tongue over you again and again. The short hair rubs over your skin, it's a slightly burning sensation, but he does his best to soothe the area, kissing and licking over the insides of your things, humming gently against your body the second your fingers tighten the grip around his dark curls.

Ethan lets out a grunt, and you look up at the sound, catching him pushing his hips down against the mattress. Your hips buck up at the sight, and you throw your head back, thinking about how his body reacts to you, how he grinds into the bed while eating you out.

A whine slips past your lips, and he chuckles softly, the rumble traveling through your body.

You hum quietly, reaching out for his hand, and he holds it tightly, intertwining your fingers together.

***

After taking care of you, making sure you'd really feel that beard between your legs, Ethan rests his head on top of your lower stomach, right above your center. You push your hand through the tick, dark curls, and he hums gently at the touch.

“Thank you, Deputy.”

He nods.

“M gonna call off work.”

He whispers against your skin, his eyes shut, the hair around his lips and on his chin still shiny from you.

“Okay baby, I get a whole day to look at your cute new beard then?”

“Yes ma'am.”

He answers quietly, eyes still closed.

“Nice, I'll write it down on my to-do list.”

“Okay… I'll write YOU down on mine.”

You scoff. Rolling your eyes, fully aware he genuinely means it.

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dreamyweathersstuff · 9 months

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Nothin ruins a good fanfic than somebody describing somebody getting graped in detail

NAH OR THAT DUMB SHIT THATS LIKE

“Even if u say no he’ll still fuck u hard”

Like what happens to consent is hot?

Writing grape is not cute 🌝😇

COUGH COUGH

*jtk fans* ‼️‼️

COUGH

But seriously

This goes to everybody stop normalizing stuff like this just because the character is attractive

Rape fics have been normalized a little too much

#creepypasta #slenderverse #jeff the killer #marble hornets #slashers #ticci toby #everymanhybrid #thomas hewitt #brian hoodie #bubba sawyer #fanfics #slashers x reader #jeff the killer x reader #ethan landry x reader #ticci toby x reader #homicidal liu x reader #eyeless jack x reader #this shit goes to every fucking writer #stop rape fics

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chelseasdagger · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

*includes gender neutral and female readers (uses female pronouns)

you can also check out these stories on ao3 if you prefer :)

FRANK CASTLE

Teacher (18+) - series (work in progress)

Fall From Grace

Clean (18+)

Immoral (18+)

ETHAN SAWYER

I’m on Fire (18+)

Unwind (18+)

All in My Mind (18+)

SAM ROSSI

In Fluorescent Light

Orange Glow (18+)

MIKEY BERZATTO

Behind the Red in My Eyes

FATHER PAUL HILL

Restoring Faith (18+)

JOEL MILLER

Alone and Forsaken (18+)

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slashers-little-cum-dumpster · 4 months

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Request

I will do any requests of slashers ♡

some might be a little Delulu to make it work with some of your requests 😅

I'm dyslexic and failing English

18+/NSFW is allowed

I'm not big on righting about minors under 18 in NSFW lightings

I will do anything! give me the weirdest kink you can think of and BAM! it's done 😈

i have barely any boundaries

I have very limited knowledge on horror movies even though I've watch some over 30×

reader can be any gender

#carrie white x reader #billy lenz x reader #micheal myers x y/n #slashers x you #jason voorhees x reader #ethan landry x reader #billy loomis x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #pinhead x reader #stu macher x reader #slasher fucker #leatherface x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader

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darlingshane · 7 months

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> DRABBLES & ONE-SHOTS – Mixtape – Taking a selfie Imagine (GN!Reader) – Like a Marshmallow ** – Reckless (GN!Reader)

** = Explicit – No use of y/n. No physical descriptions. – F!Reader unless stated otherwise. – Check out my main masterlist for other characters.

#ethan sawyer #ethan sawyer x reader #those who wish me dead #ethan sawyer fanfiction #ethan sawyer masterlist #character masterlist

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denim-devil · 1 year

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I HATE (with a burning passion) how small the Jon Bernthal x Male reader “community” Is…*cries

#male reader #x male reader #jon bernthal #the punisher #frank castle #julian kaye #american gigolo #fury 2014 #grady travis #ethan sawyer #those who wish me dead #smut #fluff #angst #shane walsh #the walking dead

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peonyblossom · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day @cariantha !!!! 🫶

I made you this lovely little Valentine's Day collage for your pairing Ethan x Sawyer!! Said collage includes a quick little edit I made as well as a piece I commissioned from the wonderful @bayleedrawsx - full versions of those below the cut!!

(for @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Admirer Event)

#choicessecretadmirer #open heart #cariantha #gift for friends #ethan ramsey x sawyer brooks

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choicesfanaf · 1 year

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Choices Secret Pal 2022

Hello, @cariantha!!

Hope you enjoy your holidays, and wishing you and your loved ones a very happy new year!! May 2023 be joyful and fulfil all of your wishes.

I hope we get to interact in the future months.

Thanks a lot for being a part of this wonderful fandom and making it amazing by sharing your fanfics with us!

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A Chance Encounter (1/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 2.5K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

Chapter Summary: Ethan comes to Sawyer’s aid after a minor accident.

Part One: The Meet-Cute

July 2022 - Boston, Massachusetts

As Ethan rounded the corner, he saw the woman waiting in the lobby slump out of her chair and hit the floor. Jumping into action, he rushed over and knelt at her side. Placing two fingers on the side of her neck, he checked for a pulse.

Out of habit, he called out the woman’s vitals. “Pulse is weak. She’s unresponsive.” Quickly scanning the gathering crowd, he spotted blue scrubs - the tell-tale sign of an intern - pushing through the bystanders. When his eyes landed on her concerned features, his heart slammed against his chest. “No fucking way.”

Shaking off the startling surprise and focusing on the blue-faced woman lying in front of him, he pointed a finger at the familiar face and crooked his finger. “You. Rookie. Get in here.”

If he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, the electric current that coursed through him when he clasped the nervous doctor’s trembling hand, was all the convincing he needed.

Once their patient had been whisked away and the crowd began to disperse, Ethan approached the wide-eyed intern, searching for a hint of recognition. He was disappointed when he found none.

“Doctor… that was… absolutely amazing!” she exclaimed.

His ego bruised, he reflexively hardened his demeanor.

She was taken aback when he delivered a harsh critique of her performance. “Amateur?”

The attending wore a look of warning on his face as the intern gave him a once over, sizing him up.

“Maybe you can give me private lessons,” she finally suggested, cool as a cucumber.

Remembering where he’d heard that line before, he couldn’t contain his laugh. “Ha! I just might, Doctor…” Stepping into her personal space, he reached for her ID card and read the name.

Sawyer Brooks

Ten years had passed without him ever knowing her name. They had agreed it was for the best to remain anonymous, to be realistic about their circumstances, to avoid attachment and unnecessary complications.

“Well, so much for that,” Ethan sighed as he made his way to the atrium.

March 2012 - East Hampton, New York

After a cramped five hour drive from John Hopkins University to East Hampton, New York, Ethan sat in a folding beach chair under a large rainbow umbrella. His toes dug into the cool, white sand as a refreshing Atlantic breeze blew through his overgrown chestnut waves.

His roommate and two medical school friends threw a football around at the water’s edge, but Ethan was content to sit and read, glancing up only occasionally when one of them dove into the shallows to make a dramatic catch.

Not far down the beach, he spotted two young women struggling against the wind to spread out a beach blanket. Small children skipped excitedly to the wet sand, scooping it up and filling their plastic buckets.

A short while later, large sets rolled into shore, the loud crashes pulling Ethan’s attention from his book. Giddy laughter called him back to the nearby beachgoers. The brunette woman, who stood knee-deep in the water, kept a watchful eye on the little boy and girl who chased each other with seaweed. At their blanket, the blonde stood and picked up a surfboard. In a cheeky hot pink bikini, her toned physique was on full display as she carried the board over her head down to the water. Her companions waved as she tossed the board over the surf and slid onto it, paddling out to deeper water.

The kids cheered when Sawyer caught her first wave. The young men playing catch nearby joined in, offering their encouragement each time she caught a wave. “Go, go, go!” They also offered a few fist-to-the-mouth “Dohs!” when she wiped out. After a particular gnarly spill, one of the men ogled as Sawyer stood up in the waist deep water and adjusted her crooked bikini top.

With his eye most definitely not on the ball, Tobias caught the incoming throw with his face. “Oof!”

Too exhausted to paddle out again, Sawyer called it quits.

As if it were happening in slow motion, Ethan watched intently from behind his Wayfarers as she emerged from the water. The rivulets running down her sun-kissed skin glistened in the afternoon sun. He found it sexy as hell the way she carried her board under one arm and pushed water from her hair with the other.

Having drifted a ways down the beach, Sawyer started walking back to her claim of sand. “Whoa!” she shouted, jumping back suddenly.

Running backwards into her path, Tobias nearly tackled her as he lept outstretched for the inbound football. “Sorry about that. Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” she sidestepped the stranger with slight annoyance.

He launched the ball back to his friends and signaled that he was done playing, quickly catching up to her. “Those were some impressive moves out there, Gidge."

"Pardon?" she asked with a furrowed brow.

"You know… Gidge… as in Gidget. The old-timey surf movie?"

"Yeah, I got the reference. I'm just surprised you know it."

He shrugged, "I was forced to watch it a thousand times growing up. My mom and sisters watched it all the time.”

As they walked back, Tobias asked if she was from the island. Sawyer shared that she was in New York for spring break with her best friend, Christian. Christian was the nanny for an affluent family from Los Angeles vacationing in the Hamptons for the week. The family, desperate to have their nanny join them on the trip, encouraged Christian to invite a friend to make the trip more worthwhile.

Sawyer asked the same question in return. Tobias explained that his current stepfather, his mother’s third husband, owned the house where he and his friends were enjoying their own break from medical school at John Hopkins.

Approaching his group, she saw a couple guys munching on chips and reaching for beers in a cooler. Behind them sat a dark-haired hunk with broad shoulders, strong pecs, and washboard abs. He had a striking profile, though his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Sawyer curiously stared back when Ethan turned in her direction. His head robotically tracked her movements as she walked past.

She was the first to break their staring contest, looking away when Tobias asked, “Do you wanna hang for a bit? Have a drink?”

“I should get back to my friend,” she answered, tilting her head toward Christian and the kids, “but maybe we'll see you around later.”

As she left a trail of footprints in the sand, Tobias called out to her. "See ya, Gidge! Maybe you can give us private lessons tomorrow!”

Spinning around and walking backwards, Sawyer shouted back to him with a teasing smile. "You can’t afford me!” Her eyes were drawn to Ethan again as she turned to face forward. There was an intensity in his gaze, even from behind his sunglasses, that made her pause before finally turning away.

“I’m disappointed she didn’t want to hang,” Tobias told his friends, taking a beer from one of them, “but wooo-weee, I am not upset to watch her walk away.”

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The next day, while his friends were nursing their hangovers, Ethan took advantage of the remaining morning hours to get some exercise. Returning from his jog down the beach, he spotted the brunette and children from the day before, building castles in the sand. His eyes searched for the blonde, finding her out on the water. But as quickly as he found her, she disappeared, a rogue wave taking her by surprise. Ethan slowed to a stop when her board torpedoed to the surface without her. He stood in anxious wait for what seemed like several minutes. On this private stretch of beach, there were no lifeguards. There was no one else to come to her aid, and just as he was about to jump into action, her head finally popped out of the water.

Sawyer struggled to find her footing as another wave crashed into her back. Her shoulders slumping from exhaustion, she coughed violently to clear her lungs of the swallowed salt water.

Urging the kids to stay put, Christian ran to the water, offering her friend a steady hand. That’s when Ethan noticed the streaks of red running down Sawyer’s leg as she slowly dragged her board to shore.

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” Christian exclaimed, making her sit down on the board. “What happened?”

“My leash got hooked on a ro–” She stopped as a towering figure suddenly shaded her from the morning sun. Sawyer’s gaze traveled up his sweaty, shirtless body. When she reached his eyes, they mirrored the sparkling blue ocean behind him.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked.

“I–I’m not sure,” she said looking down at her bloodied thigh. As Ethan crouched down to examine her wounds, she was momentarily transfixed by his handsome face, only snapping out of it when he lifted his eyes to hers. “You… you were with the Hopkins guys the other day,” she coughed again.

“I was.”

“Are you a med student, too?”

“I am,” he answered, returning to his full height. “Did you swallow much water?”

Sawyer shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“We’re staying there,” he pointed to the nearby estate, “If you’d like, I can help you clean and bandage those cuts and scrapes.”

“Could you, please?” Christian interjected. “I would help her back to the house, but I’ve got my hands full with the kids.”

Ethan nodded and waited for Sawyer’s consent.

“Okay,” she said, getting to her feet.

Ethan grabbed for the t-shirt he had halfway tucked into his back pocket. “I promise it’s mostly clean,” he assured, gently wiping some of the sand and blood away for a closer look. “You’ve got a pretty nasty cut here, but I don’t think it will need stitches. You can use this to keep pressure on it while we walk back.”

A jolt of electricity coursed through her when her hand covered his to take hold of the shirt. Sawyer suspected Ethan felt it too, their eyes flitting to each other as he slid his hand out from under hers.

When she made a move to lift her board, Ethan put his hand out to hold her back. “I’ve got it,” he insisted.

“Th–thank you,” Sawyer stammered, butterflies taking flight in her stomach.

They walked in silence for a couple minutes before Ethan burst the bubble of nervous energy that surrounded them. “You know, if you had agreed to those private lessons, I'd be asking for a refund right about now," he teased.

“Jerk,” she giggled, giving him a playful shove. Ethan returned a small smile, barely flinching when her hand connected with his rock hard tricep. “I never claimed to be a professional. Amateur at best.”

“Where’d you learn to surf?”

“Growing up I spent summers at my grandparents' beach house in San Diego. My brother and I found some old boards in the garage one year and we just taught ourselves,” she explained.

“Are you from California then?”

“Technically, Arizona. But I’m currently living in Cali for school. Caltech.”

“Caltech? Really?” he sounded surprised.

Slightly offended by his reaction, “Gee, thanks. Is that really so hard to believe?”

“No! Sorry, I meant no offense,” Ethan quickly apologized. “I meant it more like… damn. Caltech is known as the MIT of the west coast. What are you majoring in?” he probed, his interest peaked.

“Bio with a minor in neurobiology. I’ve been torn between going pre-med or biotech, and I really need to make a decision soon. I’m scheduled to meet with my advisor when I get back, to enroll for next semester.”

If he had not already been smitten by her beauty, her proven intelligence and passion for science would have certainly captivated him.

Before another awkward silence settled in, Sawyer began her own line of questioning. “What about you? Did you complete your undergrad at Hopkins too?”

Ethan shook his head. “No, I went to Brown. Pre-med.”

“Ivy League. Huh.” There was definitely a hint of prejudice in her tone.

“Who’s the judgmental one now?” he asked, whipping his head toward her. “I’ll have you know I was on scholarship and it was conveniently close to home,” Ethan defended.

“I was just messing with ya,” she winked. “That’s pretty cool actually. I’m on scholarship too. So, you’re an east-coaster then?”

“Yeah.”

The disappointing reality settled over them as Ethan escorted her through the garden gate that led into the private property. He showed her to the outdoor shower and propped her surfboard up against the side of the house.

“I’m going to grab a towel and a first aid kit. I’ll be right back,” he said, heading inside the beachside mansion.

Ethan paused just inside the house upon returning with the items. He peered through the large mirrored windows that provide privacy from the outside world. He watched as Sawyer tilted her head back to rinse the sand from her hair, as if she were putting on a private show just for him. The sun backlit her curves as she arched her back, creating a picture worthy of a magazine cover.

Sawyer was wringing out her hair when Ethan reappeared and offered her the towel. Guiding her to a nearby lounge chair, he gestured for her to sit. He knelt beside her and checked her wounds again, making sure all the sand had been washed away. Confident nothing required stitches, Ethan opened the first aid kit.

The mere thought of his touch made Sawyer’s skin prickle with goosebumps.

"This is going to sting," he warned before delicately dragging an antiseptic wipe over the affected areas. When Sawyer hissed in pain, Ethan gently blew on her skin, his eyes shifting up to hers to see if it eased the discomfort.

She wasn’t sure if it was his cool breath that caressed her skin or his mesmerizing azure eyes that distracted her from the pain. Whatever it was, the smile that spread across Sawyer’s face suggested that it had the desired effect.

“How long are you guys in town for?” she asked as Ethan applied ointment over her scrapes and bandaged the deeper cut. Sawyer tried hard not to laugh at the serious expression on his face as he concentrated on applying the bandage perfectly.

“Um… we’re heading back to Baltimore… uh… the day after tomorrow,” Ethan finally managed, smoothing down the edges of the large band aid. “You?”

“The day after that,” she shared.

Lacking an excuse to keep her there any longer, Ethan stood, offering his hand to help her up. “You’re all set.”

“Thank you. If your bedside manner is any indication, you’re gonna be one helluva doctor.”

Ethan’s cheeks blushed a light shade of pink, accepting the compliment with a shy grin. And as if they both realized it at the time, they let go of their still-joined hands.

Reluctantly, Sawyer tucked her surfboard under her arm to take her leave. “Well, thanks again,” she smiled and turned toward the house next door.

Ethan watched her take a few steps, feeling optimistic when she suddenly stopped and twisted sideways with her board.

“Hey-” she began to say, only to be interrupted by the sound of bellowing laughter.

Ethan followed her gaze behind him.

“There’s our always brooding, blue-eyed beauty!” Tobias called out, tackling his roommate with a provoking smooch on the cheek. “What are you making us for breakfast, bro?”

Annoyed, Ethan shoved him away. “Get off me, man.”

When he looked back, Sawyer was gone.

Part 2: The Hook-Up

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last updated march 14, 2024 // all graphics I use belong to the lovely @saradika-graphics :))

currently accepting requests for: vox machina & arcane

rules: I'm not a dark content blog, the most I will write is g0re, but I won't cover any potentially triggering writing content like SA or self-harm. If I ever do imply stuff under that bracket, there will be a TW. Let's keep things lighthearted and fun!

writing list: hazbin, helluva, slashers, vox machina

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chellestrash · 2 years

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Tricked

Ethan Sawyer x F!Reader

Summary: After a warm shower you decide Ethan could use a bit of distraction from work.

Warnings: smut, kinda explicit, oral (receiving) and other fun stuff, teasing, swearing.

Word count: 3.1k

AN: This is kinda longer than what I normally write so of course im worried it'll flop but...it is what it is I guess PFF. Hope you'll enjoy it. I just love writing for Ethan, I don’t want to stop, so I hope there's some people that still want to read those things. Alright, thats all I think...thank you @garciamorales for proofreading!

You sigh, quietly watching the trees pass by after you turn into a smaller dirt road leading deep into the woods, leaving the main city road behind you. Cracking the windows open a bit, you let in the cool evening air, a feeling desired so greatly after another one of those warm summer days that made it so incredibly difficult to sit through a whole day of work. You weren’t sure how you managed to push through it but you did. Today in particular seemed so much longer than usual, the hours dragged on as you continued to check the time over and over again, unable to focus on anything other than the promise of the evening spent in a particular cabin deep in the woods.

A couple more turns on the windy dirt roads between the tall trees before a familiar sight of the wooden structures emerged from behind the thick leaves and branches. You throw your car in park right next to the police SUV left somewhere on the left side of the clearing before slowly making your way over to the front door. You glance back over your shoulder taking in the calm evening landscape, the trees swaying slowly in the slight wind, the tall green mountains towering over the valley, a warm peaceful feeling washes over your body, and you smile softly to yourself before pushing the heavy wooden door open.

“Hey baby!”

Ethan turns back to face you from where he's sitting on the couch in the middle of the big living room, and you chuckle at the way his face lights up the moment he sees you.

“Sawyer.”

You nod, throwing your things on the big dresser that stands by the door, before quickly crossing the room in a couple of steps to make your way over to the couch. Leaning down over his work laptop resting on his lap, you grab his chin and tilt his head back, pulling his face that little bit closer to you before his lips finally find yours. A gentle hum from him as he lifts his hand up to your face to hold you right there close to him as his lips work over yours, reminding him how much he missed you over the last couple of days. You follow when he turns his head to deepen the kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips before he finally pulls away with a grunt. Resting his head against yours, he whispers a quiet

“Hi.”

And you sigh before repeating after him.

“Hi.”

His fingers brush over your cheek when he presses two little kisses to the middle of your forehead.

“Work?”

You ask, glancing down at the laptop, and he nods with a frown.

“Emails.”

His thumb brushes over your lips, and you part them slightly, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time as you push your tongue out a bit. Licking over the tip of his finger before slowly wrapping your mouth around it as you suck it further into your mouth. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth combined with the way your tongue swirls around his finger, your eyes fixed on his, getting to him more than he'd like to admit. You let go only when he drops his other hand to pull his sweats away from his crotch after a moment.

“Shit, baby-“

“Aww.”

You click your tongue, looking at the computer screen.

“That’s a shame.”

Your voice so innocent when you watch his conflicted expression in front of you and the fruits of your labor right between his legs.

“I just need to finish this.”

He explains after a moment, and you nod slowly. His hand rubbing up and down his thigh, those dark brown puppy dog eyes staring directly into you, only glancing down at your lips for a second.

“I know.”

Pushing away from him, you stand up from the couch.

“I'll go shower.”

You lean down quickly to kiss him again and turn away, but he grabs your wrist before you can move out of reach.

“C'mom baby.”

Another kiss, this time from him. One more. And then again, and again. You chuckle against his lips, an impatient

“Ethan”

making him finally let go.

“You can always join me.”

You brush your fingers down his nose before pushing your lips against his one more time. The kiss is longer now, it's deeper, he doesn’t want to let go.

“Huh?”

You ask, and he closes his eyes, head tilted back when a loud sigh leaves his lips as he's considering the options. The alert for another email on his laptop causes him to frown slightly. You scoff quietly at his reaction and finally step away from the couch.

“I'll be back soon.”

He nods.

“Mhm.”

With a heavy heart, he focuses on the work again as you walk past the couch and into the bedroom.

The shower is nice, long and warm, just how you like them. The water helps your muscles relax and the sounds and temperature help you leave behind all the different distractions, thoughts and worries still stuck in your head after the day. The heated tiles of Ethan's bathroom floor successfully keep you warm when you finally step out from under the water and wrap a big fluffy towel around your wet body. Looking over at the little pile of your work clothes in the corner, you quickly decide you can not be bothered to make yourself wear something even slightly uncomfortable today. Hoping to find something nicer in the bedroom, you step through the door and glance around the room, holding the towel up around yourself. The dark navy blue police cap resting on the edge of the bed catches your attention, and you quickly turn to look at Ethan still working on the couch. The idea seems petty, childish, and maybe annoying, but you can’t help yourself. A small smirk appears on your lips when you put the cap on, pulling it down a bit too much before bending down to grab a pair of socks off the floor. That’s all you need. Leaving the bedroom, you let the towel slide down your body, exposing yourself completely now. At this time of the year, the cabin was warmer. With the longer summer days, the wooden walls absorbed more heat from the sun during the day and kept the warmth inside during the nights. And still, despite all that you can feel the hair on your body standing up, a shiver runs up your spine and you bite your lip, excited as you continue to walk closer. You keep your eyes on the back of his head, hearing him type away on his computer as you approach the couch now completely nude except for the police cap and socks. Casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, you take a seat next to him, throwing one leg over the other and crossing your arms in front of your chest after turning the big TV hanging above the fireplace on.

It doesn’t take him more than a couple of seconds before he stops typing mid-email and turns to face you, his eyes wide, lips parted and words stuck in his throat as he looks you up and down. That pretty puppy dog pout on his face when he swallows hard, his big brown eyes glancing all over your naked body.

“Babyyyyyyyy”

He half whines, half grunts, and you look over at him from under the cap, your head tilted back slightly, so you can see better before you flick it so that it sits a bit higher on your head.

“I'm not doing anything.”

You shrug, pretending to focus on the TV again, ignoring the familiar tingly feeling between your legs. Ethan sighs, louder than you’ve ever heard him sigh before. You watch as he leans down on his side resting his head on your bare thigh, closing his eyes with a gentle hum when you push your fingers through the dark curls on his head.

“Baby.”

He mumbles out again.

“What is it, Sawyer?”

He grunts again, brushing his lips and fingers over your skin.

“You trying to kill me, sweetheart? Huh? That- that's what it is?"

He squints, turning slightly to glance over at your face.

You breathe out a laugh, pushing one of the curls on his face behind his ear.

“Oh I'd never.”

“Mhm.”

Ethan hums quietly, pecking at the skin of your thigh quickly, the sensation of his mouth barely there. It's only a moment before the kisses grow deeper, slower. His lips warm on you, the sounds filling the big room as you feel the warmth of his tongue brush over you. Your lips part slightly when he moves his head back, up your thigh closer and closer to the center of that warm, pleasant, familiar feeling. With a quiet sigh, you close your eyes and relax into the couch, pushing your fingers through his hair again, and again you make sure his thoughts don't wander back to a couple of emails still left without a reply.

And just like that, you watch as he shuts the laptop close, setting it down on the table before he grunts into your thigh and turns to look up at you.

“Alright you win. C'mere.”

Sitting up on his knees, he hooks his arm around you, hand flat on your back as he presses his forearm against you and helps you lay down on your back in one quick, swift motion. You sigh satisfied and stretch under him, your whole body on display for him, his eyes wandering all over you, unable to pick just one thing to focus on. From your face and neck to your chest to your stomach, then your thighs and everything in between. His gaze dances around you and his hands follow as he attempts not to leave a spot untouched.

“God damn it.”

He whispers more to himself than to you when you let out a quiet moan, and before you know it, his mouth is back on you. Trying to kiss what feels like every little inch of you, Ethan works his lips down your body, from your face, down to your neck, shoulders, and arms. Adding his tongue when he reaches your chest before moving lower and lower, finally stopping right above your center.

“Didn’t you have some very important work stuff to get done before tomorrow, Deputy?”

You ask innocently, and he looks into your eyes confused.

“Don’t do that, baby.”

He protests, his fingers tickling you slightly as he brushes his fingertips over the sides of your body, before pushing himself up, the warm, wet kisses covering your chest again.

“What if you'll get fired?”

You ask, pretending to sound concerned, fingers pulling at his hair slightly to get his attention, but he only hums quietly in response.

“I won't.”

His tongue follows the path his lips create around and then over your nipples, and your body arches closer to him, longing for the sensation again. He smiles against your body, his quiet breathy laugh tickles for a second before he continues. Moving lower and lower now, working his tongue over your skin, he fights with himself, already straining against the fabric of the gray sweatpants but still wanting to keep this going for you. Seeing your body react to him, working as a silent cue of how well he was doing, how much this was actually getting to you.

“Ethan.”

You start, but he doesn’t answer, his face just above your belly button now, his eyes glancing down between your legs. He licks his lower lip, your words clearly flying over his head at this very moment. Lifting your knee slightly, you push him away, making him sit up on the couch again.

“What if you will?”

The question throws him back into the conversation, but your legs slowly spreading open in front of him successfully prevent him from attempting to analyze the situation in any way. A defeated expression on his face and a loud frustrated sigh make you breathe out a quiet laugh.

“Huh?”

You ask again, watching as he glances up and down between your legs and your eyes. His hands moving up and down your legs, fingers brushing over your skin.

“That’s fine.”

He starts, leaning down to rest his head on your thigh, His face ever so close you can feel his breath on your center for a moment before the kisses start again.

“That’s fine, I got-”

He moves closer.

“I've got good recommendations, baby.”

He glances up, waiting for permission, the second his lips stop right above your most sensitive spot. You blink slowly, nodding your head to let him know he can continue.

“We'll just.”

He licks his lips.

“We'll just move somewhere, I'll find a different station.”

You snort quietly, rolling your eyes at the fact that he's just saying things to say them at this point, and watch as he looks up and smiles at the sound.

“But.”

He pushes your legs open a bit more, and you spread them even wider for him.

“Priorities.”

And with that he leans down between your legs, not wasting any time as he works his tongue against you. His fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs when yours find their way back to his hair. Your eyes close and hips buck slightly when you feel his mouth on you. A grunt from you, followed by a satisfied hum from him when your hips jump up closer to him again.

“That feels good, baby?”

He mumbles the question against your skin, and you tug at his hair in response, your other hand holding onto the police cap on your head.

“Sawyer.”

You reprimand him, missing the feeling when he pulls away to kiss the inside of your thigh over a couple of times.

“Shh shh shh, I know, I know.”

He hums quietly as he moves back to your center, a combination of licks and kisses getting to you more than you'd expected as this whole thing started only as a way to tease him, but you couldn’t help the effect this had on your body. Your body that didn’t even try to hide how much you wanted this, how good it felt, how excited it made you. Ethan knew what he was doing and making you come undone on his tongue, right here in his house, was very close to his favorite way to pass the time. He knew you and knew your body, understood the more and less obvious cues, and honestly never failed to get you right past the edge. You feel yourself getting closer, and closer as he continues to work you with his tongue, speeding up gradually right before it hits. Your lips part, your back arches up when you feel your heart pounding in your chest faster.. Your body tenses up again hitting the climax, and you relax completely as the wave of pleasure comes over you. One loud moan leaves your mouth before you bite down on your lower lip, trying not to give him all the satisfaction.

“Jesus, Sawyer.”

You let out a quiet gasp, looking off to the side as you attempt to steady your breathing now. Ethan pulls himself up, leaning over you now, his face above yours, his pretty dark curls a complete mess, his lips shiny with your slick. He flicks the brim of your cap up.

“Oh we're not done baby.”

He leans down quickly and you taste yourself on him during the kiss, a quiet whine slips past your distracted mind, and he chuckles against you softly. Reaching down between his legs, you cup him firmly, rubbing over his hard cock a couple times, allowing his hips to buck into your palm.

“Oh, I hope so, Deputy.”

You whisper before pulling away, and he shakes his head at your words.

“God damn it.”

Is all he gives you before glancing down. He pulls his pants down, letting his cock spring up when the fabric slides down, doing his best to ignore the couple of darker wet spots on the sweats. You're quick, wrapping your hand around his length firmly, you work your palm over him a couple of times. His deep raspy grunts filling the room better than any other sound possibly could. A louder one followed by

“Shit. Shit baby-“

When you squeeze harder right under his head, watching as the precum drips out and down onto your naked stomach below you.

“Really Sawyer? That bad?”

You tease him, and he pulls your hand away from himself before making you hook it around his neck.

“Alright that’s it.”

He holds himself up, teasing your center with his tip before you throw your legs around his waist, pushing him closer to you.

“Make it count, Deputy.’”

You order with a smirk, and he looks up at you with the same expression.

“Yes ma'am.”

It doesn’t take too long for you both to get there. That little stretch and a bit of pain when he enters you causing you to clench around him, your bodies reacting to one another as you move together on the big couch in the middle of the cabin. His thrusts are deep and hard, and you move under him despite how your body is basically wrapped around his at this point. Both fighting back the moans, but quickly giving up as you get closer and closer to the sweet release. His hand slips in between your bodies to add that bit of touch right where you need it. Your quiet praises working on him the same way his teeth decorating your neck with bitemarks work on you.

“Almost there baby?”

He asks after finally pulling away. You nod quickly, biting your lips slightly.

“Let me hear you.”

He orders, and you shoot him a death glare not feeling like listening to him telling you what to do, but he presses his fingers harder against you.

“C'mon baby, please-“

“fuck.”

You cut him off. It's the please.

“Fuck Ethan, I'm gonna-“

“Good girl baby, I'm right behind you.”

And with a couple more thrusts, a couple more swirls of his fingers, he hits the sweet spot yet again. This time you come together, the feeling of your climax combined with his release hitting you even harder than the first time. You moan quietly, eyes closed and a small smile on your face, resting your head back down on the couch pillow. Ethan stays inside you, laying right on top as he wraps his arms around your back, his head on your chest, your legs intertwined together. You brush through the thick curls as you let the feeling of his weight sink through your body.

“Didn’t you have work to do?”

You break the silence, and he breathes out a loud laugh against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He mumbles, closing his eyes again, and you nod slowly.

“Yes sir.”

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