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elsfairy · 8 months

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ᥫ᭡ HOLD ME WHEN IT GETS TOO MUCH ─ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓

Violet hasn’t been able to trust herself with anyone since coming back from Stillwater. She kept to herself, and only spoke to people when she really needed to, but other than that, she avoided any type of friendship and form of romance that she could. Simply to protect her feelings, emotions, vulnerability, and trust.

When she arrived home, it was different. Of course, everything was going to be different, she’s missed out on so many things over the years from being confined in a small space to looking at the same 4 walls for such a long period of time. She didn’t have that strive in her to find the people who knew what she looked like, what she sounded like, or who loved her. She wanted to seal herself off, not let anyone in and know her, the real her again.

What was the point of trying so hard to build up that relationship with someone when people would either hate you for ‘leaving’ or for completely falling off the face of the earth?

How would she gain the trust of those who cared & loved her again?

No one tried to search for her when she left, so why should she search for that little part of the care that was still there before she was gone?

It was simple, really. She couldn’t.

Vi felt like she didn’t deserve that second chance, because she pretty much became a ghost.

Until she spotted you the second she found herself cramming her way into the very crowded Last Drop.

To her, you were like a shining star. A star that couldn’t be brought down no matter how many rude customers you had to endure, or had to throw out. You were still fuckin’ smiling your way through your job. Had to break up a fight between two idiots arguing over something so pointless yet so big to them? She felt weak in the knees that you were still so polite and kind towards the two strangers. Wasn’t feeling the best? Vi envied how you pushed through without complaints. You were that light energy she didn’t even realize she was looking for until you had looked at her, waved her over and simply poured her a drink with a soft, gentle “on the house”

Simply & constantly believed that she didn’t think she deserved that second chance right?

You could see how.. disconnected she felt even though Zaun was is her home. Sure she would sit there and listen to you talk about what your day consisted of, and if anything exciting had happened but she wasn’t fully there. It was always like her body and brain weren’t even on the best terms because while she was there with you, it was like her soul had left and she was just.. a broken shell and had nothing going for her.

Over the weeks of getting to somewhat know the Violet you’ve heard about, you truly did realize how much she turned off at the mention of friends she once knew, or walked off at the mere mention of Powder. She didn’t wanna hear about how she let them down, nor did she want to relieve the pain she felt knowing she couldn’t protect them hard enough as so many would put it. Talking about it only made her feel shitter and want to crawl deeper into the dark pit she can never seem to fully crawl out from.

Realistically, it didn’t take her that long to open up to you, nor did it take her long to finally have her trust put into someone that she knew would keep it. Of course she was still skeptical if you were there to stay, but not having someone she could call for advice, or to just sit there and listen to her, drained her. Her social battery without being very social was killing her and to know she finally had you, someone she felt safe with to call somewhat home? That meant more to her than you’d ever know.

The time window was small, but big enough whenever she needed you. She needed you like butter needed bread. She needed you like paper needs glue. If you weren’t around, Violet would panic. Not because she felt harmed or scared of Zaun, but more or so was scared to be left alone with the thoughts only you knew about. The ones that slither in at random times of the day. Ones that crept up on her when she finally felt at peace for just a second. Your bright smile, those star shining eyes kept all of those horrendous thoughts spiralling through her mind, at a distance.

She may not have been around you for long periods of time, but she trusted you.

She might be scared to let you know of all the sacred stories she has to tell, but she believed you.

Violet believed you when you once on a cold night, whispered those 4 soft words; “I’m here for you”

That’s how one night she felt like she world was slowly closing in on her, she felt like breathing wasn’t an option because she simply couldn’t feel her heartbeat due to the feeling that all those thoughts, all the trauma, and the feeling of being alone, attacking her any given chance. Which is the same night she somehow turned up at your small apartment, drenched from the rain, teeth chattering as she just looked at you with those soft, big doe eyes, and eye bags that were darker than your usual cup of tea. It wasn’t until you heard how tired she sounded, that you could feel just how broken she felt.

“You’ve given me all this attention that I don’t think I deserve, you’ve helped me heal slowly and you’ve been there when I thought I lost everyone so I'm begging you, just for tonight… no talking, no thinking, can you just hold me instead? please i just need you to hold me.. because I’m scared I’m forgetting what being held felt like”

Right now she’s not okay, but as time goes on she will heal and you’ll be there every step of the way. Even if that means holding her every single night while she cries her heart out to you, and you’re there listening. She’ll knows she will be okay, with you by her side.

Her home.

#hi #vi x reader #vi x you #vi fluff #vi angst #vi arcane #vi fic #arcane violet #violet arcane

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writer-freak · 6 months

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Distraction | Vi x gn reader

Summary: You got injured in a fight and this injury was the gateway to a confession

Warnings: Gn reader, english isn't my first language, reader gets injured, Vi teasing you a bit

Wordcount: 900

A/n: Wrote this for my bestie who is a giant Vi simp. I am terrible at writing fight scenes but I did my best for this and I hope that it's at least acceptable.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

The air was thick with tension, the distant hum of Zaun's machinery providing a gritty soundtrack to your fight. Vi's gauntlets crackled with energy as she exchanged blows with their adversaries. You were right there beside her, trying to hold your ground, but the underbelly of Zaun is a dangerous place.

A swing and a miss left you vulnerable, and the next thing you knew, pain radiated through your side. Staggering against a wall, your hand instinctively went to the fresh wound, feeling blood seep through your fingers. Vi from the corner of her eye saw you in distress and quickly took out the attacker in front of her.

With that person out of the way, she went in your direction, and sent your attacker flying with a powerful uppercut, then turning to you. "Hey, you okay?" Vi's voice was a mix of concern and urgency while she tried to look at the wound.

"Yeah, it's just a scratch." you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to play it cool. You still hadn't taken out all the attackers, and you didn't want Vi to look out for you while she should be concentrating on the fight.

She arched an eyebrow. "Scratch, my ass. We're taking care of this, immediately." Vi lunged back into the fight, her blows now backed with a protective rage. It didn't take long for the remaining opponents to scatter.

Then Vi returned to your side, her gauntlets powering down. "Come on, we're getting out of here." She grabbed your hand and you followed her through the dimly lit alleys before you reached a relatively quiet spot. Vi gestured for you to sit on a makeshift crate as she kneeled in front of you, rummaging through your bag for supplies.

"Let's see that 'scratch' of yours." she smirked taking your hand away from the injury. The wound stung, but Vi was careful while handling you even if there was still a certain roughness that was just a part of her. She worked efficiently, the tension of the fight slowly dissipating. Outside of the alley, you could hear the sounds of the city but at the moment you were just concentrating on looking at Vi and the concern that you could see on her face.

"So, how'd you end up with this?" Vi asked, not looking up from her task. "Lost my concentration for a bit, I guess." you replied, wincing as she tightened the bandage.

"What exactly made you lose your concentration?" she asked, slightly curious, knowing you're not typically that careless in a fight. Your face got a bit warm, remembering how you were looking at Vi during the fight for a second too long and ended up surprised by an enemy. You coughed slightly, trying to hide your embarrassment before answering. "Nothing, in particular, my head was just in the clouds…I guess." You mumbled the last part, hoping that she would just accept your explanation.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, obviously not accepting your explanation but letting it slide for just a little bit while concentrating on bandaging you up.

You would occasionally grunt, the pressure on your wound definitely uncomfortable, but you just bit through it. Finally, Vi stood up from her kneeling position, smiling satisfied at you. "So, will you tell me now why you actually lost your concentration?"

You groaned, expecting her to ask again but hoping that maybe, just maybe she would forget about it. You tried to come up with something but your head was just empty, which could possibly be from the blood loss. So you mumbled under your breath. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't so distracting in a fight, I could focus better." Then looking to the side not wanting to look at Vi right now. She leaned in closer to your face. "What was that?" She asked. You turned your head toward her, and annoyed repeated, "If someone wasn't so distracting, I could focus better."

She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Who, me? I'm just doing my thing, cupcake. It's not my fault that you can't help but look at me."

Her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath, making you feel like you were overheating. Her expression was obviously teasing, she wanted to rile you up as much as possible, and it was slowly driving you mad.

So you took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage in you to retort. "Well, if you weren't always so captivating, I could concentrate on not getting messed up in a fight."

Vi's eyes widened, and for a moment, surprise flickered across her face. Then, a mischievous grin spread, and she chuckled, "Didn't know I had that effect on you, sweetheart." Your cheeks warmed, but you shot back with a defiant smirk, "Maybe you should pay more attention, then."

The banter continued a playful exchange of words between you and Vi. You two knew that soon you would need to get back out into the city again, involving yourself in fights, but just for now, you two were in your own little world.

divider credit: @cafekitsune

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chaussetteblanche · 2 years

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baby, it's cold outside

my requests are open, if you want me to write something, feel free :))

pairing : violet x gn!reader summary : based on the song Baby it’s cold outside, when spending an evening at vi's place, the night turns cold and snowy, and she convinces you to spend the night word count : 931 warnings : none

"I really can't stay," you insist, looking down at the mug of steaming hot chocolate in your hands. Violet looks over from where she stood in the kitchen, grabbing a few cookies out of a jar and popping one in her mouth. You remember those cookies, you had made them together some time last week while listening to Christmas songs. Memories of spilled milk, clouds of flour and sugary kisses flooded your mind as she trudged back to where you were sitting on her couch. "But, baby, it's cold outside," Vi spoke. And it was true. By the time you'd arrived to her place, your cheeks and nose were red from the frosty weather. You suspected it would start snowing any minute now. You winced, clutching your hot chocolate tighter to your chest. "It's just that my mother will start to worry," "Didn't you tell her that you were spending the evening here ?" Vi asked, grabbing a blanket from a cupboard. "Yeah, the evening, not night," Your eyes trailed over her figure as she sat down on the couch next to you. She laid the blanket over both your legs, her hand lingering on your thigh for a second.

"Mind if I move in closer ?" she asked, leaning towards you. You playfully rolled your eyes. "I do, actually," you grinned. "Too bad," she scoffed and moved closer to you anyway, leaning against your side. You laid your legs across her lap, lazily grinning up at her. She rested her hands on your thighs, leaning her shoulder against yours. "Okay, I'll finish my drink and then I've got to get home, alright ?" You felt like you were reasoning with a child. Vi pretended to think and shook her head. "Baby, you'll freeze out there," She picked up her own hot chocolate and brought it to her lips, taking a long sip. You thought back to your mother waiting for you at your apartment. She knew Vi and that she wouldn't let anything happen to you, so would she really worry that much ? It definitely wasn't the first time that you'd spent the night at her place.

You both put your focus on the TV screen as you decided on what to watch. You finally made up your minds on a cooking show (you both loved watching people's cakes and desserts fall apart). You gasped as a contestant dropped the cake he was supposed to present before the judges and fell to his knees next to the remains. "Oh my god," You clasped a hand over your mouth, holding back a giggle. "Okay, so I like, totally feel bad for him, right ? But also- that was kind of..." "Hilarious ?" you suggested, raising your eyebrows. Violet let out a laugh and nodded. "Yeah," she chuckled, gently squeezing your thigh, "exactly."

Before you knew it, the show had ended and it was dark out. You sighed, looking down at your empty cup and at your forgotten jacket in the entrance. It hadn't been snowing when you'd made your way over, which is why you hadn't brought you winter coat. "I've got to get home now, love," you spoke sadly. Violet looked at you with wide eyes before gesturing wildly to the window again. "Baby, look out the window at that storm," she tried to reason. "It's up to your knees out there !" she cried, "And all you've got is a leather jacket !" She was right, of course, it was snowing so hard you couldn't even see the street below. You could even hear the whistle of the wind due to the building's poor isolation. "I'll be quick, I promise. I don't even live that far, you know." You didn't even believe yourself as you spoke. You didn't move from your position on the couch, either, which didn't help your cause. "And what if your caught pneumonia and died ? How would your mother feel about me then ? Letting her unconscious daughter go out in such weather !" she exclaimed. You laughed at her antics. "You're so dramatic, Vi," "Oh, come on, don't pretend like you don't want to spend the night, Y/N," She looked at you with a knowing look in her eye, a strand of pink hair falling in front of her nose. You brushed it away and tucked it behind her ear, tenderly looking into her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed your lips. You closed your eyes, cupping her jaw as she cradled the side of your face. She pulled away, licking her lips and smiling when she tasted you. "We can cook, watch a movie, have those cookies we made for desser, take a a bath and, y'know, have sex," she wiggled her eyebrows at you. You sucked your teeth, looking down at the empty cup in your lap. "I'll make you breakfast tomorrow morning if you stay," she added, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a victorious smirk. She knew she'd won when you groaned and threw your head back. "Okay, fine, just another drink, then,"

Another drink turned into two, then three, dinner, dessert and soon enough it was too late to go home. "You're very pushy you know ?" You bit back a smile as she pulled you towards the bedroom, eyes dancing with mirth. "I like to think of it as opportunistic, actually," She pecked your cheek. She turned away from you to head into the bathroom. You heard the bath start to run and smiled. "Babe, are you coming ?"

Suddenly, you felt thankful for the cold weather outside.

#vi arcane #violet x reader #vi x reader #arcane vi #violet arcane #vi arcane x reader #violet fic #violet arcane x reader #arcane violet #arcane #vi #violet #vi fic

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hajihiko · 1 month

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Nice night 🌘

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #kazuichi souda #akane owari #sonia nevermind #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #an art #Me drawing this at 8 in the morning:#I was drawing this after working on the fic a bit. I'm struggling....but trying.... !!!!!!!#Please for the love of God don't focus on the hand size changing. You think u can keep track of that???#Edit: the final chapter is almost done. I drew this as a comfort before All That lol so. Enjoy #Me after writing: ...... and then it was all a bad dream the end :)#Vi if you see this. I'm waving. Tysm for your hard work

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pink-andwhite · 10 months

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ethan landry mocking you >>>

"oh it's too big baby? that's so cute." then proceeds to fuck you harder, making sure to shove that extra inch in there each thrust.

"too much? oh you poor thing.." wraps his hand around your throat and fucks you faster, definitely rubs your clit too.

"you're all done sweetie? that's too bad, im just getting started." proceeds to fuck you through 4 more orgasms.

#these are thot hours #help im not in the mood to write a fic but like i cant help but let a little blurb out #im thirsting over him so bad rn #its not even funny #ethan laundry 4 life #ethan landry is my new obsession thank you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream vi smut #scream dialogue

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letters-to-rosie · 7 months

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I see way too many fics where Caitlyn is cool. Arcane Caitlyn has a conspiracy board on her floor, no friends we see of her age despite being one of the richest people in Piltover, and sucks at making conversation. This is loser erasure and I will not stand for it. In this essay I will—

#look let's be real #arcane caitlyn would not be cool in a modern setting either #especially not a high school one #she would be listening to true crime podcasts and failing at flirting with girls okay #arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi #i want a fic where she goes to vi for charisma lessons #i will allow caitlyn to be cool when she's being a class traitor but that's like it

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slxsherr · 1 year

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So Melodramatic But It Turns Me On

pairing: ethan landry x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: you make sure ethan won't die a virgin.

wc: 1294

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), loss of virginity, briefly mentioned cum eating, oral sex (f!receiving)

“Does that mean I’ll die a virgin?” Ethan asks, stunning the group with his overshare.

The group moves on quickly after that, Mindy continues her lecture but you can’t stop thinking about what Ethan said. You don’t understand how Ethan can still be a virgin, he’s cute, a bit awkward but in a funny way, and smart, girls should be throwing themselves at him. Ethan thinks the same, but that’s something he’d only ever admit to the thousands of other men with the same opinion on the forums he visits online.

You know if you talk about it to your friends they’ll tell you it’s a bad idea. Even before the Ghostface attacks, Mindy didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go after Ethan, but now that he’s at the top of her suspect list, you doubt she’s changed her mind. After Anika and Quinn’s murder, you expect they’ll suspect you too since you weren’t with them, and for a moment they do, but quickly change their minds when they remember you genuinely believed all cats were girls and all dogs were boys.

It’s not fair that they ruled you out for being dumb, despite not having an alibi, but still suspect Ethan even though he was at econ. It’s your sympathetic nature that invites him to your apartment for the night, even though Mindy told you not to be alone with him. But your roommate will come home from work before midnight, so you don’t worry about it too much.

“Are you really a virgin, E?” You ask, watching him look over your worksheet, having insisted on helping you with your math assignments.

“Yeah,” he answers nervously, ears turning red and face flushing from embarrassment.

“But you’re so cute!” You say, moving closer to him on your bed, your papers falling off from the movement.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks, staring at you wide-eyed.

“Totally,” you answer, reaching out to play with a curl just behind his ear, arm resting on his shoulder. “You know, I can be your first, if you want.”

“Really?” Ethan asks, already getting hard from your offer.

“Mhm,” you answer with a hum, throwing the assignments in his lap to the side.

You straddle his thighs, sitting in his lap and leaning forward to kiss him. His lips are chapped, but you don’t mind. He whines when you nip at his bottom lip, moaning when he feels your tongue slip into his mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, hands gently holding his face as the kiss deepens.

His hands squeeze your hips, attempting to slow your movements as you grind in his lap. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his own hips moving up to meet yours in search of more friction. When you pull away, he whines, but is quickly silenced when you pull off your tight crop top. He stares at your bare chest in awe, letting you pull off his shirt as his mind catches up to what’s happening.

“Can I touch you?” He asks before you can take off his jeans, his thumbs nervously rubbing over the fat of your hips.

“Sure,” you answer, your wide eyes showing you weren’t expecting the request.

Ethan’s hands travel from your hips up your sides, his warm touch leaving goosebumps in his path. Gently, he cups your breasts, fondling the soft mounds and eliciting quiet sounds from you. His thumbs ghost over your nipples, and they pebble from his barely there touch. The whole time, your hips haven’t stopped moving, now moving faster in his lap. Spurred on by your sounds and growing neediness, one of his hands dipping past the waistband of your short shorts and underwear.

“Is this okay?” Ethan asks, fingers moving through your slick folds.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly, hips stuttering when he brushes over your clit.

It’s maddening, the way he touches you, amateur but just skilled enough to rile you up. His hand and your panties are soaked, your hole achingly empty, you decide he can skip the rest of the foreplay. It’s supposed to be about him, anyway, you tell yourself, pulling away from him to take your shorts off, and he quickly copies your actions. His dick is pretty, trimmed curls neatly trailing from his lower stomach to the base, thick, long, and you hope you get the chance to taste him, maybe in the morning.

“Fuck,” he groans, feeling your tight walls envelop him as you lower yourself on his cock.

“E, look at me, baby,” you say, a hand in his hair and the other holding his face, encouraging him to open his eyes.

He whimpers when you start moving, shallowly bouncing in his lap, glossy eyes watching you take him. Your stomach twists in pleasure, his tip kissing that spongey spot deep inside you every time your ass meets his thighs, clenching around him when you hear him whine after your grip on his curls tightens. Ethan feels like he’s going to melt into the bed, watching a creamy ring form at the base of his dick as you ride him. You look so hot, tits bouncing as you move, and you feel so good, he’s embarrassed when he tells you he’s going to cum.

“Shh, it’s okay, go ahead and cum,” you reassure him, not stopping your movements as he begins to babble incoherently to announce his release.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as he finishes inside you. The air is warm, only the sounds of your heavy breathing can be heard as he recovers from his orgasm. As his mind clears up, Ethan begins to panic, realizing you didn’t get to cum.

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t–” he begins to say, but you interrupt him.

“It’s okay, this was about you,” you tell him, but he won’t have it.

“Just please, let me?” He asks, moving you to lay you on your back, moving down the bed in between your thighs.

“Okay,” you say, letting him spread your legs to slot himself between them.

He licks a broad stripe through your folds, and if he wasn’t eating you so messily you’d maybe be a little grossed out by him essentially eating his cum out of you. Despite his lack of experience, he’s enthusiastic, and your hand quickly flies to grip his mop of brown curls as you begin to buck your hips against his face. You’d feel bad for how tightly you hold his hair, but the noises he lets out against your pussy tells you he actually enjoys it.

“Ethan!” You squeal his name, feeling his tongue explore your hole, and your thighs nearly closing around his head.

Your legs are shaking on either side of his head, and he thinks you’re getting close. He holds your hips down, keeping you from grinding against his face, allowing him to roughly circle your clit with his thumb. Your hips jerk against his hold, seeking pleasure as the knot in your stomach begins to unwind. So lost in your building orgasm, you don’t realize you’re practically suffocating Ethan between your thighs, not that he minds. He would gladly accept death if it meant he’d die with your thighs wrapped around his head, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You ask once you come down from your high, moving away from him to out from between your legs.

“I’m fine! Would it be okay if we did that again?” He asks, and with a quick look at his lap you realize he’d gotten hard again while eating you out.

“Of course,” you answer, a smile stretching across your lips as you push him onto his back.

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arcanegifs · 1 month

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: Season 1 ↳ Vi + Looking at 🧁

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astermath · 11 months

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title taken ✧*

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?

word count: 3.8K

notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!

notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation

P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!

You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.

You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.

The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.

But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.

“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.

“Are you really a virgin?”

The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.

“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.

But because he had a crush on you already.

No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.

His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.

You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.

Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”

You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.

“Yes.”

Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.

His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.

“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.

You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”

Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.

“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”

“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.

The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.

He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.

You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.

His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.

His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.

He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.

“Can I?” He licked his lips.

“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.

He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.

He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.

“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.

“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”

“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.

He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.

His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”

You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”

He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.

“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.

His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.

Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.

An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.

“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.

“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”

He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.

You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.

“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.

You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”

He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.

“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”

He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.

“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…

You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.

He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.

His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.

“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.

“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”

You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.

You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”

He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”

“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.

“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.

“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.

Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.

He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.

“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.

He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.

“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.

Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.

You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.

“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”

“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.

[chadmeister]: jesus christ

[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done

[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know

[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two

[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN

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massacredkitty · 21 days

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you should totally write more abby and vi fucking reader together 😇 need both of my butches at the same time

abby anderson x fem!reader x violet .. nsfw ౨ৎ

abby knows how sensitive and overwhelmed you are, previously shushing your crying about how you couldnt cum again. it makes her heart ache a little; how you look up at her with watery eyes and squeeze her hand tighter. but, admittedly, she enjoys seeing you like this.

vi keeps your legs open, thighs and stomach littered with marks from both women. you tug at her hair as her tongue laps at you, uncoordinated and messily but still able to get you crying

abby holds your hand, letting you squeeze her palm as hard as you need to handle the overstimulation. "look at you, baby. that feel good, huh?"

you nod rather brainlessly, vi sliding her hands up the backs of your thighs to push them against your chest. your head rolls to the side on abby's lap, drool pooling from your open mouth

abby's free hand gropes your chest and you whine, feeling vi slip her fingers into you. your back arches up from the bed, pushing further into vi's face as cries rip from your throat

the blonde above shushes you while you heave, babbling nonsense about how you cant take it, and that its too much

vi moves away from you, breathing heavy and her face messy. she pushes your legs back apart and presses kisses against your stomach, her fingers still rutting inside you. "you can take it.. she can take it, right?"

she's mocking you, looking up at abby with a smug expression that makes you squirm beneath the both of them.

"yeah, she can," abby smiles down at you, brushing away the hair sticking to your face. "isnt that right?"

𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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violent138 · 3 months

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Dick, stumbling in through his window after a busy night patrolling, just wanting to die as he crawled onto his couch instead of dirtying his bed with the blood spattered suit.

Dick flopped onto the couch and frowned when his head hits a weirdly hard pillow.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Dick shouted, shooting up when he saw Jason.

"Not quite." Jason said with a grin, "But I did come back from the dead."

Dick groaned, flopping over the other arm of the couch, not in the mood for this. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I need some cash and I don't have the time to wait for Bruce to croak."

Dick frowned as he propped himself up onto his elbows. "You think you're still in the will? I don't think I'm still in his will."

Jason raised his eyebrows as he considered that. "Well doesn't change the fact I still need to borrow that cash."

#Dick: “I'm literally a fucking cop dude. I have no money”#Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #Drabble #Vi is too lazy to write the fics #batman #batfamily #batbros #nightwing #red hood #work in progress

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chaussetteblanche · 2 years

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hot sauce and orange juice

pairing : violet x gn!reader

summary : supermarket meet-cute with vi because the lack of vi content on this app is embarrassing (thank you to all the ppl writing for her out there for doing god’s work)

word count : 801

warnings : none

The old yellow lights were casting an almost green shade on the supermarket when you stepped inside. You’d come home, exhausted by your a particularly long day at work and had found, to your utmost despair, that the only things left about in your fridge were hot sauce and orange juice. So you had had no other choice than to put your shoes back on, clench your jaw, and go out to the supermarket.

Your nose wrinkled at the smell when you stepped inside, not-so-fresh vegetables and plastic wrappings assaulting your nostrils. But it wasn’t like you could afford another store, like the ones they had on Topside, with fresh everything. The Undercity was left with the seconds, as usual.

You started mindlessly walking around, asking yourself what you felt like eating. You decided on a noodle soup and started retrieving the ingredients you would need, piling them up in your arms because you hadn’t wanted to grab a basket at the front of the store.

The store was relatively empty, which wasn’t surprising, giving it was nearly midnight. You’d spotted a man and a person with a hood up walking around as well, but hadn’t paid them any more mind.

When you had everything you needed for your supper and had started making your way to the cashier you remembered that you had ran out of toothpaste that very morning. You sighed to yourself, the overall ache in your body making you want to just drop and sleep right there, but turned around and started walking over to the right aisle.

You stopped dead on your tracks when the person you’d spotted before appeared right in front of you. The person turned out to be a woman, a strand of pink hair sticking out from under her hood. Your eyes caught her steel grey ones and your heart stopped for a second. She’s so beautiful, you though.

You stepped to the right to let her go through, but stepped to the right as well. You then both simultaneously stepped to the left. Your cheeks turned red and you chuckled, seeing that, under the hood, the woman was also holding back a grin.

“Sorry, I’ll just,” You both stepped to the right once again and you wanted to slap yourself. Here you were, embarrassing yourself in front of this gorgeous woman.

She was smiling at you now, her pink lips spread in the prettiest grin you’d ever seen.

“I’ll go left, you go right,” she spoke, amusement in her tone. You nodded. You could do that much, right ? You knew your left from your right, right ?

Turns out you didn’t. You mindlessly stepped to the left, as did she. She walked straight into you, sending all of your groceries tumbling to the ground, and just managed to catch your wrist before you could fall with them.

“Sorry!” you both spoke. You bit back a smile.

“It’s fine,” you spoke at the same time again. You laughed and crouched down to pick up your groceries. She started picking things up as well.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that-“ you started to interject.

“It’s no worries, really,” she offered you a small smile. Your cheeks flushed and you looked down, busying yourself with picking up the remaining things. You stood up and thanked her as she handed you the things she’d recuperated.

“Thank you,”

“You don’t have a basket,” It wasn’t really a question, more an observation that made your cheeks turn pink.

“Uh, no, I don’t, because I figured I’d be able to carry everything,” You didn’t even know why you were justifying yourself. You wanted to slap yourself, leave it to you to embarrass yourself in front of such a gorgeous woman.

“Right,” she chuckled at the red on your cheeks, trying to meet your eye, but you were busy staring at your shoes.

“Uh,” she started speaking. And suddenly the roles were reversed and she was the one avoiding your eye. “I could… properly apologize for making you drop all your stuff over a coffee, maybe ?” she offered slowly. Your eyebrows shot up. Wow. You were not expecting that.

“I- uh… yeah, sure!” You tried your best not to smile too wide, biting your bottom lip. She grinned at you and pulled out her phone.

“I might need your number, you know, for…”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” You took her phone and typed in your name and number with a little heart at the end. You smiled sheepishly and handed it back to her. She smiled and looked down at your number now in her contacts.

“Great. I’ll call you, then, Y/N,” she smirked.

“I- uh, yeah, I will definitely pick up…” you trailed off, hoping she would give you her name.

“Violet, but you can call me Vi,”

“Right. Then I look forward to your call, Vi,” you smiled. She nodded and gave you a little wave before she walked off, hands in her pockets.

You looked down at the groceries in your grip and remembered why you were there in the first place.

Thank God for hot sauce and orange juice.

#fanfic #violet x reader #vi x reader #violet arcane x reader #violet arcane #vi arcane #vi arcane x reader #arcane #arcane vi #arcane violet #violet fic #vi fic

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ethanlandryswhore · 9 months

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Scared.

Pairing: Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Genre/Warnings: angst, really short drabble, reader has nightmares, ethan being caring. UNEDITED (once again)

Summary: You have a nightmare about ghostface but lucky your boyfriend is here to comfort you.

A/N: The support i have been receiving on my stories in incredible. I love you all soooo much! :((

Ethan wakes up to a rough smack against his shoulder causing his body to jolt a little. He groans, grabbing your arm to hold it still. You toss over, facing away from him.

Ethan exhales slowly, assuming he must have done something in his sleep that has woke you up as he moves to try and curl his arm around you.

You roll over again, whining softly; your elbow hitting his stomach. Ethan let’s out a soft ‘oomph’, this time opening his eyes.

“Y/n.” he asks, voice raspy with sleep. ”What are you doing?”

You don’t respond, your eyebrows furrowed in the dark. Ethan shakes you gently, now unsure if you were asleep or not.

“Y/n?” Ethan mutters sleepily.

You whine again, brows scrunching as you move your head to the side. Realizing you were having a nightmare, Ethan sits up almost immediately.

“Baby.” He mumbles, shaking you awake. You whine, finally opening your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? are you okay?” Ethan asks, hands moving to gently cradle your cheeks.

“Nothing, I’m.. I’m okay.” You exhale softly, hugging your boyfriend tightly.

Ethan doesn’t believe you, slowly easing you back down onto the bed.

“What happened?” Ethan asks softly, brushing his lips over yours before kissing them gently.

“It’s nothing, Eth. Don’t worry.” You sigh, squeezing him tighter to you.

Ethan doesn’t respond, struggling to stay awake due to how tired he was. “You can talk to me, Y/n. You know that.” he mumbles placing light feather weight kisses on your lips.

“Ethan… I…” You start suddenly getting choked up by tears.

“I’m scared.” You say against his chest softly. Ethan’s eyes shoot open immediately at your words.

“What are you scared of, pretty girl?” he questions, trying to slow his heart rate.

“I just… I don’t wanna die, Eth.” You say sniffling. Your arms hug Ethan tighter than before. “There’s a killer out there and I just… I’m scared.”

Ethan tightens his grip around your body. He exhales deeply, soaking in your words and analyzing your fear.

“You are not going to die, Y/n.” He whispers into your hair. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

Tears fill your eyes at his words as you bury your face into his neck. “I love you, Ethan.” You say softly, lips grazing over his neck.

Ethan kisses you tenderly watching as your tears disappear and breathing beginning to slow. As you doze off Ethan stays wide awake. After finally waiting long enough, Ethan pulls his body away from you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He runs his fingers through his hair before looking back at your peaceful state. "Fuck." He mumbles.

"I can't do this... I can't be Ghostface."

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schmidtsbimbo · 4 months

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if you’d like to you should def do a ethan x reader where the reader has a super shitty boyfriend and is enemies with ethan, making fun of him nd stuff like that

so what if to get back at the boyfriend, ethan fucks the reader and in like the middle of it ethan whips out his phone/her phone and calls the readers boyfriend, making him listen to her whimper/whine ethan’s name 😛😛

★Jealous Boy - Ethan Landry ★

𖦹Warnings: MDNI 18+, afab reader, unprotected piv, cunnilingus, cheating, pet names, hair pulling, fingering, slight dumbification if you squint

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: i love you for this idea anon, i kinda hate everything about this especially the ending, hope this still turned out okay! , made this so much longer than I originally planned or wanted to, pls let me know if i missed any warnings!

Word count: 1.9k

This has not been proofread^_^

Just hours ago you were arguing with your boyfriend at a stupid frat party you never wanted to go to in the first place.

Now you’re standing here in your kitchen, breath hitched in your throat as you stare at the man above you.

Pinned between his body and the dining table, his arms completely closing you in.

You look down, eyes landing on your phone that’s in his hand as watch message from your boyfriend coming in.

You hear a short and dry laugh come from the man above you as you move your eyes between him and the phone.

“Look at what a fucking loser you’re with y/n” Ethan says as he moves his arm, turning the phone towards you so you can read the messages.

You stare at the messages before you look up at Ethan, the sight of him smirking above you making you lightheaded and weak in the knees.

You stay quiet for a moment and get a split second of clarity as you look away from him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Ethan” You say, voice full of doubt as you look back up at him.

You feel a shiver go down your spine as he inches closer to your face, his lips brushing past your cheek as they hover over your ear.

“I still don’t understand why you chose him when I’ve been right here” he whispers, lightly nipping at your ear and sending goosebumps down your entire body.

You stand there completely frozen, trying to form a single coherent thought as your chest is rising and falling trying to control your breathing before you feel his lips smashing against your own.

You let out a small shriek at the sudden impact but quickly sink further into it, making Ethan smirk into the kiss as he places his large hands onto your waist, pulling your lower body towards his.

He breaks the kiss and trails kisses down your neck as you part your lips at the sensation.

“Jump” he simply mumbles against your skin before he brings his lips back to yours.

You instinctively jump into his arms and let him lift you up, placing you on the table and never breaking the kiss as you spread your legs, letting himself position himself right between them.

He starts to trial soft and sloppy kisses down your neck, his hands running down your body as they reach the top of your jeans, tugging on them lightly as you eagerly lift your bottom off table with your hands, making it easier for him to slide the jeans down your legs till they’re discarded somewhere behind him.

Ethan’s lips make their way back up to yours, completely engulfing them like a starved man as his hands find their way to your chest, his thumbs rubbing small circles against the peak of your breasts, earning a small whine from you as your hands make their way up his shoulders and wrapping around his neck.

He breaks from the kiss and drops to his knees, grabbing your legs with his hands and pulling you closer to the edge of the table, your clothed heart right in front of his face as he lets out a groan.

“Just as pretty as I imagined” he says looking up at your face as he brings his hand up to your core, rubbing small circles onto the bundle of nerves under your soaked panties, making you throw your head back and hold back at the sensation.

His words send jolts of electricity and need straight to your core as you bite your lip, trying to refrain from letting out a whiny gasp.

He smirks at your reaction and starts planting slow and soft kisses up your thigh, almost torturing you with how slow and delicate he was being before he finally reaches your core, moving his hands from your thighs to the top of your underwear, ripping the fabric from your body with his bare hands and instantly diving his head between your thighs.

Giving you almost no time to react as he licks a flat stripe up and down your folds as you let out a gasp and throw your head back, your reaction making him smirk as he wraps his lips against your clit.

“Look at me” he mumbles against it, roughly sucking on your clit as he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place.

You let out a whiny moan at the harshness against your clit and bring your head back up to look down at him, your hand reaching down to his curls and gripping them as you watched him eat you out like you were the most divine thing he’s ever tasted.

You tug on his hair again, making him groan against your clit, the vibration of it making your brain foggy as the feeling of desire in you continues to grow.

“Ethan” you moan out as you involuntarily buck your hips up, earning another groan from Ethan as he tightens the grip on your thighs, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on your thighs threatening to send you over the edge.

You try to hold it together as you try to form a single sentence, not being able to let out a single word but a pathetic whine, “Ethan, please”

At this he pulls away for a moment, your sleek making his lips shine as he looks up at you expectantly.

“Please what, baby?” He says as he leans back in between your thighs, planting a soft kiss directly on your clit that makes you buck your hips again, a small moan escaping from your lips, earning a chuckle from him as he pulls away again and looks back up at you.

“Use your words, princess” he whispers as he loosens his grip on your thighs, his lips hovering above the skin of your thighs as he waits for you to respond.

You let out a whiny moan at his teasing and bite your lip, not being able to form any words from how dizzy the sight of him on his knees with his head in between your thighs makes you.

He immediately stands up as the sounds leave your lips, engulfing them in a kiss as one of his hands wrap around your waist, your hands traveling towards his shirt and tugging on the hem of it as you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone and his pants dropping to the floor.

He breaks the kiss for a second to quickly remove his shirt and you follow right behind him, adding your shirt to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He dives straight to your neck as he starts leaving marks and bruises all along your collarbones, his hand reaching down to your aching heat as he dips his fingers in between your folds, earning a quiet moan from your parted lips.

Within seconds you feel yourself lose control all over again at the feeling of his rough fingers rolling the small bundle of nerves in between his fingers.

You instinctively reach down for his wrist, not wanting to come undone so quickly.

“Ethan, please” you mumble against his lips as you move your hand from his wrist to the edge of his boxers.

“Please just fuck me” you finally moan out as you tug on his boxers, any feeling of embarrassment gone as it’s overpowered by the feeling of desire.

He lets out a groan at your words and breaks the kiss to plant sloppy kisses on your neck as he tugs down his boxers.

“So needy, just begging for more, begging me to fuck you” he says in between kisses as he grabs your hips with his hands, moving his head up so your foreheads are touching as he lines himself up with you.

Giving you almost no warning he slams himself into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as you let out a gasp, throwing your head back as you feel him stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.

He quickly sets a steady pace, fucking into you fast as his arms hold you flush against his chest, making the table shake with every thrust as he snaps his hips into yours.

He tucks his head against your neck, letting out groans that instantly threaten to throw you over the edge, your own moans being muffled by the skin on his shoulders before he lets go of your body, pushing your back onto the table, never losing his rhythm as his hands hold a strong grip on your hips.

“Such a pretty girl” he says, slowing his pace down a bit, causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of friction his skin made against your clit.

“What would Jacob say if he saw you like this? Begging whining for me to fuck you?” He asks as he keeps his pace slow.

His words send waves of heat straight to your core as you claw at his arms, trying to get a hold of anything to try and control yourself to no avail.

You knew how wrong this was, cheating on your boyfriend with the one guy he told you to stay away from.

You knew how wrong it was and yet you’re crumbling beneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips, keeping a greedy hold on him as he fucks into you.

You watch him reach for something next to your head through your teary eyes, not being able to focus on what he’s holding.

“How about we call him, huh?” He asks as he starts picking up his pace again, making you clench around him as more moans start slipping from your lips again.

He groans at this and drops the phone next to your head again, quickening his pace as you start to unravel beneath him.

You hear the phone ringing and Jacob picking up within seconds, you no longer had any control over the noises you were making as the moans freely fell from your lips, not caring if Jacob or even the neighbors could hear you at this point.

You hear muffled yelling coming from the phone that gets completely tuned out with your moans and Ethan’s breathy grunts, letting out a small gasp as he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change of angles as his tip brushes right against your sweet spot, making yo feel lightheaded as your climax is approaching fast.

“C’mon, let him know who’s got you this needy and whiny” Ethan says in between grunts and breathy moans, the words spilling from his mouth earning a whimper from you.

He reaches one of his hands up and tangles it in your hair, slightly lifting your head from the table as he grips your hair.

“Hmm? Too fucked out to talk?” He asks as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his words making you clench around him as you feel yourself seconds from climax.

“Ethan, I’m gonna come, please” you whimper out, not even thinking about what you say as the words leave your lips.

The pressure of the new angle and his filthy words sending you over the edge as you arch your back, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer.

His climax follows right behind yours as you start seeing stars from how sensitive you are, squeezing his arms trying to stabilize yourself with anything you can grab as he collapses on top of you with one final thrust, completely filling you up with his warmth.

You slowly start coming to your senses as the high starts to fade, becoming aware of your surroundings as the muffled yelling coming from the phone starts playing in your ears again.

Ethan gently lifts himself off of you and pulls out slowly, causing a small whine to fall from your lips at the loss of contact.

You watch him as he grabs the phone from the table and puts it up to his ear, a smirk playing on his lips as he lets out a chuckle before throwing the phone back onto the table.

He leans down and pulls your bruised and swollen lips into a kiss, breaking away from it as he puts his hand on the back of your head, placing your foreheads together.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

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