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calm during the storm / coriolanus x lucy gray

synopsis: camping out at the cabin during a storm before their adventure the next morning, coriolanus and lucy gray become closer than they both could ever imagine.

warnings/tags: handjob, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), coriolanus x lucy gray (lucy gray has been aged up to 18 for the purposes of this)

word count: 1.2k.

a/n: i've been obsessed with them since tbosas came out, how could i not? fyi - i don't want to romanticise snow, i just like this narrative.

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“It’s too stormy out there, I’ll go tomorrow. Gather some katniss then. Once the rain dies down.” announces Lucy Gray, moving strands of wet hair away from her eyes as she places the rose scented clementine scarf Coriolanus gave her over the back of a chair to dry. Coriolanus nods in response, using the collar of his t-shirt to wipe the raindrops from his face. Their bodies shake from the bitter nip of the cold, worsened by the lack of insulation in the run down cabin.

“We should change clothes, it’ll only make us colder; sleeping in wet clothes.” Coriolanus says, digging through her bag to bring her a fresh set of clothes. He turns around while she undresses, eyes set on the floor out of respect. She taps his shoulder gently once she’s done, a clean shirt and linen shorts placed neatly over her forearm to hand over to him.

The bed was comfortable enough to bear, and just wide enough to fit the both of their bodies. Coriolanus suggests sleeping at the foot of the bed, top and tail, but Lucy Gray persists he lay beside her, chest pressed up against hers, sharing the heat to prevent dying of hypothermia. He complies, bringing himself up to the headboard. 

For the first few minutes, they lie in silence, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, hoping that the other will say something. Just one word before they enter what could be the most monumental day of their lives. The day that brings them life outside the grip of the Capitol. A life of freedom and hope.

Coriolanus turns his body on its side, facing Lucy Gray, watching as she does the same. He can feel her cool exhales on his chin; they’re paced faster than usual. His fingertips explore the roots of her curled hair, stroking circles on her scalp. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut, feeling sleep come over her in waves, the comforting floral scent of Coriolanus rocking her like a lullaby. Lucy Gray reaches out, settling her head in the space between his chest and his neck, listening intently to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

Tearing through him without warning, Coriolanus felt the unbearable urge to kiss her. So he does. Grabbing the sides of her small face, he tastes the sweet honeysuckle on her peach lips, the same taste he thought about every second of his days. Lucy Gray is flustered, gasping through every kiss before he ravages for more, but she doesn’t stop him. His palm makes contact with her breast, almost primally without the confirmation from his brain.

“I’m sorry.” he says, lips red raw and throbbing, quickly retracting his hand.

“It’s OK. Here.” Lucy Gray replies in a whisper, lowering the nightdress she has draped over her skin, taking his hand and delicately positioning it on her chest, nipple hardening under his touch. He doesn’t say a single word, taking time to admire the beauty of his songbird, and how hard he is fighting his thoughts. He didn’t want to seem desperate - needy - so he holds back, going slow with his kisses, so slow that it begins to give him a headache.

His hand lingers down her nightdress from her breast to the bend in her waist, fingers slipping to her lower back. He presses his fingertips against the sensitive skin, dragging her body closer to his, as close as humanly possible. Lucy Gray wraps her leg around him, resting it on his hip. She can feel heat between her legs growing increasingly unbearable by the second, intensifying with the sensation of his barely clothed member dangerously close to her inner thigh. 

Bright moonlight seeps through the sheer curtain, shining beams of white into the dark room. Coriolanus basks in the beauty of Lucy Gray’s features illuminating by light, from her pretty eyelashes fluttering with every gentle rock of her hips, to her nimble fingertips stroking the nape of his neck in a way that electrified his nerves.

Breaking the waistband of his thin shorts, Lucy Gray’s warm touch against his navel made him shudder. He would never think his little songbird would be so ambitious, but there she was, mere inches away from where he needed her most. His mouth lay agape against hers, too weak to kiss back as she softly takes him into her grasp, gradually increasing pace. Coriolanus buries his head into the crook in her neck, inhaling the intoxicating pheromones on her supple skin. He can feel in inhibitions slipping away with every stroke, the muscles in his abdomen tensing in pleasure. He wants to feel her. Not just her skin or her mouth. He wants to be inside of her.

He removes her hand from his length, riding up her nightdress to her stomach, unveiling nothing underneath. Lucy Gray feels slightly embarrassed at her aesthetics; she’s a lot thinner than the other women he’s probably been with, and more unkept, too. Coriolanus recognises her insecurity and caresses her cheek with his thumb, swiping it across her lips before diving in for another kiss.

Unsure if he can wait a second longer, Coriolanus, still deep in a kiss, climbs on top of Lucy Gray. She quickly welcomes him, spreading her legs to allow him to sink in the space. As he slides himself inside her, she gasps at the ambiguous sensation, wrapping her arms around his neck for support. He groans out in euphoria, his thrusts deep and gentle. After a short amount of time, mild pain turns into pleasure for Lucy Gray, exceeding all expectations. Coriolanus peppers blue kisses on her chest, leaving marks where he once was. Their cold bodies transition to sweating messes within minutes, heat rising in the room. 

“Oh, Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray…” he whispers in her ear, climbing closer to an anticipated release. Lucy Gray shuts her eyes, high off of the feeling she thought she’d never enjoy. 

With her walls tightening around him like a glove, Coriolanus struggles to hold himself up, groans echoing the empty walls. He bites her lower lip playfully, drawing out a small amount of blood that mixes in their mouths. Her hands snake up his neck and face, fingertips grazing sensitive skin, sending goosebumps through his whole body. His muscles twitch relentless as his climax hits him like a gunshot. Lucy Gray moans sweetly, the pressure inside of her bursting open simultaneously. 

Coriolanus collapses to the side, oxytocin coursing through his blood that transports him to a paradise. He turns his face to gaze at his beautiful songbird, who is struggling to catch her breath. They both want to say something, but decide against it. There are no suitable words. Lucy Gray turns away from him, scooting back into the shape of his body, their frames fitting together like a puzzle.

Coriolanus wraps his arms around her tightly, resting his nose on her head. As she drifts off into unconsciousness, he spends most of the night awake, grateful to call her his. If only he could keep her forever, locked away for her to only ever be his. He will not confess this, but will fantasise about it when they run away together. He hopes she will change her mind; agreeing to live the rest of her days with him in the Capitol. But he knows she will not. Coriolanus wonders whether it’s best to trust your heart, or your mind.

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #coriolanus smut #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus

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just fell to my knees

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dear lord, when i get to heaven, please let me bring my maaaaan

#dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler

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stress reliever / spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis: your fellow profiler at the bau is stressed over a case. shoulders tight and room empty, you decide to relieve some of his tension.

warnings/tags: stressed spencer, grinding, blowjob, fem!reader.

word count: 1.1k.

a/n: tell me why this is literally the first thing i've written in a nearly year?! i've been so busy but i've missed this. rewatching criminal minds for the third time so thought i should treat myself to a lil spence smut.

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"I just don't understand what I'm missing." Spencer announces, clutching his hair in his fists as he slumps down on a chair.

"Neither do any of us. This UnSub loves puzzles, clearly he's really good at them, too." I reassure. SSA Spencer Reid hates when he cannot figure something out. Not because he has a weak ego, but because he really should know.

"God, my head is killing me." He says, rubbing his temples gently with his thumb and forefinger.

"Probably because we've been up for over 24 hours. Hotch and the rest won't be back for at least another hour, a nap couldn't hurt." I suggest, tucking my knees up to my chest in my chair, preparing to drift off in under a minute.

"No. No, I have to figure out some of this, even just a little bit. We can't let this son-of-a-bitch roam free for another second." He picks himself up and looks at the board again, eyes squinting at the words until they're unintelligible.

I show up behind him, taking a look at the board for the fiftieth time that day to see if a few minutes away from it had altered my ability to solve the puzzles. It hadn't. I rest my hands on Spencer's shoulders, and he jolts at my touch. His muscles are tensed and knotted.

"Jesus, Spence. You need to lie down. We know better than anyone that stress does not make our jobs any easier." I urge, slowly massaging his shoulders in an empathetic way. Spencer shakes his head, turning to face me.

"Sleep will not relieve this stress." He replies, gaze fixed. He sighs deeply, looking down at me as if he's waiting for me to provide a solution I definitely don't have. If anyone has the mental equipment to solve this case, it's Spencer Reid.

I guide him over to a chair, sitting beside him. I take a swig of my cold tea and rest my head on my knees. He stares at me with those big brown eyes that are usually full of life - well, in Spencer's kind of way - that are now deadened and hollow. I rest my hand on his and he squeezes mine back with a smile.

This is the first time I'm seeing him smile in days. I look eagerly at his lips, not hesitating to reach out and kiss him. He, of course, kisses back, gripping the side of my face tightly.

There's always been a mutual attraction between the two of us, but neither have ever even thought of acting on it. Derek loves to call us Romeo and Juliet. I laugh; Spencer doesn't get the joke.

I pull his hair through my hands, tugging gently at his roots as our kiss intensifies. I'm so glad he cut that mane, swapping it out for something much better.

I feel myself drifting off to a blissful state when Spencer pulls away abruptly, leaving my lips alone. He grimaces at me, clearly fighting some internal demons I can't see. I know he's not the romantic type, so I'm not sure why I thought it would be a good idea. We don't exchange any words for a few seconds until he gives in and reaches into me. I refuse his kiss.

"Do you really want this, Spence?" I ask, to his contemplation. He thinks for a minute, breath heavily paced. I look down at the bulge in his pants, pulsating through the fabric.

"Well, it sure looks like it." I joke with a harmless laugh. Spencer sighs at me, covering himself with both of his hands. I take his wrist and remove it, lightly stroking him with my palm, much to his pleasure. He tips his head back in the chair from my slight touch, grinding his hips into my hand, eager for more.

Feeling brave, I push Spencer's chair out from under the table, making enough room for me to straddle his lap, placing myself on top of his clothed bulge. Spencer doesn't know where to look, his eyes pacing from my eyes, to my lips, to my breasts, and to my waist. I take his hands and place them on my hips for support.

He's hard against my crotch, so hard that I can tell he won't be able to hold on for long. I play on this, beginning to grind myself against him at a painfully slow pace. He moans out, licking his lips that are dry from his breathlessness. I run my fingers through the front of his hair, pushing the strands out of his face while starting to move faster.

Spencer's hands squeeze my hips, pushing me down further onto his length that is desperate for a release. His eyes alternate between open and closed, unsure whether to admire me or savour the sensation.

"Does that feel good?" I pry, peppering kisses on his supple neck. Spencer can barely mumble a mhm as he groans out more and more. I sense his closeness and remove myself, sliding down to under the table.

"What are you doing? Why'd you stop?" Spencer begs, sitting up in his chair. Looking up, I smile at him, making my way towards his zipper.

I unzip his pants and break the waistband of his black boxers, watching in arousal at his cock spring free. His tip is glazed in pre-cum, veins spiralled around his length, begging to be relieved. I'm shocked at his size, to be honest. I had always thought he would fit the stereotypes of geniuses, assumed that he was compensating for something with his intelligent. But clearly, he just hasn't had the opportunity to show anyone what he can do.

Without waiting a second longer, I lick his sensitive tip then take him into my slick mouth, observing his chest heave inhumanly fast as I move up and down his member, making sure to cover every single inch. Spencer rests his hand on the top of head, stroking my hair softly.

"God." He whispers, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and gripping the armrest of his chair. I use my free hand to stroke the delicate skin of his abdomen, sending goosebumps across his entire body. I can feel him pulsating in my mouth, so close to climax that it has to be uncomfortable.

I remove my mouth, now using both hands to jerk him. The wetness makes my hands glide on his cock, welcoming his finish.

Finishing on my blouse, Spencer takes a minute to catch his breath. He swiftly wipes himself with a tissue from the table, tucking his still half-hard length away.

"Feel better?" I ask, walking towards the door to wander to my office change my blouse before the team arrives.

"Much better."

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #spencer reid smut #matthew gray gubler

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me with one shots

It's fun because it's real: the ideas I give are better structured than what I write in the documents to put together the story.

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"you should be at the club" wrong. i should be at home in bed

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“so what are your hobbies” laptop. my hobby is laptop

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the things i would do to that man are unspeakable

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count to three / rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: you're really beginning to test rafe's patience, especially after he's just had an explosive fight with his father. he gives you to the count of three to shut your mouth, or else you'll face the consequences.

warnings/tags: arguing, choking, angry sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), v mild verbal degrading, fem!reader.

word count: 900.

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"i'm gonna give you to the count of three to stop fucking talking." rafe warns, the words seething against his teeth, fists clenched behind his back.

sitting at the edge of his bed, you watch as he paces the room, immeasurably enraged by ward, which was nothing out of the ordinary. you had no idea what it was about this time, but you did know that he was going to take it out on you as usual, since you could not stop consoling him. he despised when you did that. it made him feel weak, and at the disposal of his girlfriend, and that's all you were to him, nothing more, nothing less. you continue to mutter useless speech to him, pushing him to his breaking point.

"one,"

"two,"

"three."

"i'm only trying to calm you down, rafe! y'know, it's not a bad thing to be upset-"

"i'm not- i'm not fucking upset!" he cuts you off, wrapping his fingers around your neck, squeezing just enough to panic your breathing, but not enough to actually hurt you. after a few moments, he lets go of you, quickly going back to holding his head in his hands, struggling to hold back his violent temper.

this cycle was a daily occurrence. he'd argue with you over absolutely nothing, his rage blinding him in the heat of the moment. you'd fight, fuck, then kiss and make up. every. single. time. still, despite your unreasonable treatment, you couldn't picture being with anyone else.

you walk over to your boyfriend, placing your hands at his ears, forcing him to face you, warm cheeks and piercing blue eyes bloodied with fury. rafe gazes at you, chest heaving to keep up with the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"please, calm down." you soothe, weakly hoping that it'll work, knowing all too well that he cannot stand your kind words. he backs away from your grasp, gripping your upper arms hard enough to leave bruises, and pushes you back to his bed.

"i told you to shut your mouth, but you never listen, do you?" rafe speaks in a tone that makes you shudder, towering over you lying on his sheets. you're completely trapped under the weight of his toned arms pressing you further into his mattress, breathing halted.

he's fast to lift his shirt off of his body, gifting you full view of the slopes and curves of his sculpted torso, defined v-line displayed just above his waistband. you follow your urges, staring at every inch of him, ignoring the clear danger you might be in considering rafe's predisposition to fuck you until you cry. riding up your dress, his fingertips grasp the band of your underwear, pulling them down your thighs and to your feet. exposed, the cool air hits your core, already aroused by the simple sight of your boyfriend.

it's only a matter of moments before rafe slides his cock into you, blood pressuring thick veins around its length, stretching your walls to the point of pain. you cry out, holding onto his forearms for support, his hands resting on your hips as his drives relentlessly into you. grunts and groans slipping out of his lips, rafe reaches his hand down to your pussy, his thumb sliding over your sensitised clit, sending rips of pleasure through your entire being.

"look at how good you're taking it, you're desperate for it, aren't you? you fucking whore." he humiliates upon hearing your sweet moans, wrapping his hand around your throat; tighter this time. this only energies you more; fearing what he may do next, captured by his force was exhilarating.

praise in the form of your pretty noises fuelled him like no drug ever could, and he was undeniably hooked. you feel tension building in your core, pushed even further after every thrust rafe pounds into you, his lips attacking your supple skin with invasive, territorial prints that proved you were his, and only his. you can tell he's close as he doesn't bother to hide or stifle his deep groans anymore, and he buries his head into your collarbone. blush patches appear on your inner thighs from the constant friction, the burning on your skin inching you closer to your orgasm.

you lift his head to adjoin your lips, pulling into a moaning, messy kiss. feeling the familiar warmth overcome you, you claw at rafe's bare back, definitively leaving impressions, just as he had you. rafe bites your lower lip as he finishes inside of you, cutting you in the process, drawing crimson that runs down your chin.

he takes his cock out of your abused pussy, gliding his cum around your entrance, and in between your folds, excited at the sight of his seed seeping out of you. he owns you, and he wants you to know that. you stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath beside rafe, who's already re-dressing himself. you stand to meet him, arousal immediately dripping down your thighs.

"where're you going?" you ask, surprised by his sudden relaxed state. clearly, taking it out on you really does work.

"i've gotta take care of some business. i'll be back." rafe reassures, snaking his wandering hand to the side of your neck, pulling you close for a little kiss. he tastes the blood on your soft lips, dragging his thumb across them to wipe it away, forgetting he could actually be that rough.

"sorry, baby. i hope you've learnt your lesson. don't make me get to three again, okay?"

#rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe angst #outer banks #fem reader #smut warning #drew starkey #angst

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heyy, can you do part 2 of secrets?

secret pt 2 / ethan landry x reader

link to secret part 1

synopsis: bleeding out on your bedroom floor, you're shocked to see your killer boyfriend's change of heart. he's going to let you live on one condition; you keep his identity a secret. even if you refuse to promise that, he has another use for you in mind.

warnings/tags: mentions of stabbing, blood, emotional manipulation.

word count: 400.

a/n: thank you for your request! i wrote the first part in like 30 mins, so i didn't think anyone would actually find it good😭 here's part 2 for anyone who wanted it <3

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"this'll be our little secret. okay?"

"you're not going to kill me?" you ask with genuine question, congested with tears, blood trickling down your side, draining you physically and mentally. ethan chuckles breathily, periodically looking away, then back down at your fatigued eyes as he kneels beside your frail frame.

"no, no, no, you sweet dumb thing. you really think i'd do that? to you?" he replies, manipulation dripping from his tongue, coating his speech. you squint in judgement, seeing right past his thin veil of lies. he had his knife buried in you just a minute ago, intentions clear and powerful, and now, he's pretending he would never hurt a single hair on your head.

you attempt to wrap your head around ethan's sudden change in operation. the only two options he had were to kill you, and he had already crossed that off, meaning blackmail it was, or so you thought.

"how do you know i'm not going to turn you in?" you say weakly, gathering up enough strength to rise to your legs, knees barely holding your weight. ethan stands to meet your height, his shallow breathing blowing gently on your forehead. his lips smile, enough to show his teeth that sharpen at his canines. he shushes you before you can get in another word, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, now completely ignorant to the painful wound you inflicted on him.

ethan's sight darts in fast triangles, from your eyes, to your lips, and again. he's infatuated by you, all the while eager to watch you bleed out, with the pure thought of it palpating his heart. ethan is a piquerist, he always has been. and you've been the object of his desires, the one he fantasises about sinking his blade into. although, he would never dream about murdering you, he sees potential in you, so much potential.

"it felt good, didn't it?" ethan leans in to whisper, bottom lip grazing your ear. goosebumps immediately raise on the surface of your skin, confusion rushing in not soon after. you grimace, lost on what mind game he is starting to pull.

"stabbing me with that pathetic pair of scissors? i saw the look on your face. you liked it." he elaborates, picking his buck 120 up from the floor. your hard stare softens, and you suddenly realise his new plan. partnership. he takes your blood soaked hand, and places the knife in your palm, squeezing your fingers around its handle.

"you wanna know what a real knife feels like?"

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream vi

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secret / ethan landry x reader

synopsis: ghostface quickly finds you alone, smashing through your apartment to get close to you. under his knife, betrayal from the person you trusted the most was the last thing you expected.

warning/tags: mildly graphic, stabbing, blood, scream 6 spoilers, your bf is a killer.

word count: 500.

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you can hear ghostface’s shallow breaths as he drags the knife across your chest, drawing tiny droplets of crimson. your throat closes up, unable to let any words of pleading out, sealing your fate. the one time your roommates, tara and sam, leave to go to the store is the time ghostface decides to make a star appearance. typical.

after picking up a pair of fabric scissors when he was distracted, you slowly retract them from behind your back, seeing your sudden chance while he fixates on dragging out your torture, wanting to intensify your panic before slaughtering you. firmly gripping the handle, you sink it into his abdomen, putting all of your strength and anger into the pressure of the blade. ghostface tilts his head at you, quickly backing away. you keep hold of your weapon, dread washing over you as he places his gloved hand over the wound, blood running down his fingers.

“you fucking bitch.” he grunts, the whine in his tone familiarising you. you furrow your brow, denial overtaking you for a few seconds, but you know that voice all too well, too well to ever mistake it. you stifle your gasp, stomach dropping to the floor in realisation. there was a reason why your boyfriend always disappeared when you, or your friends, were being targeted by a psychotic killer. you always turned a blind eye. your sweet, innocent boyfriend would never. now, it’s looking like that level of trust will cost you your life. abandoning your safety, you run up to him, clutching the chin of the white mask, and ripping it from his face.

ethan has a huge grin painted on his expression, eyes casted over with enjoyment and darkness. he laughs at your cries, bewildered as to how you hadn’t figured it out sooner. he’d expected so much more or you, you are his partner after all, he chose you. the air thick with silence and deception, ethan takes his knife and plunges it into you at your most vulnerable moment, twisting it far into your stomach to evoke louder screams. your knees refuse to hold your body a second longer, and before you know it, you’re on the floor, writhing in pain, and completely at ethan’s disposal. he towers over you, groaning deeply, composing himself surprisingly well for being drenched in his own blood. 

slumped against your once white wall, he squats down to you height, brown curls stuck to his hot face, chest heaving. you look at him with nothing but fury in your eyes, weakly applying pressure to your worsening wound to postpone your premature death. ethan stares with dark doe eyes, feeling accomplished. you weren’t his original target, yet once he saw your friendliness with his brother’s murderer, he knew you had to go, too. after getting close to you, unfortunately, his adolescent crush overpowered his ulterior motives. he was obsessed with you, and hated you all at the same time.

“it hurts doesn’t it? hm, baby?” ethan taunts, delicately moving your hair out of your face, the blood from his fingers marking your cheek. you have no words to spill, overwhelmed by betrayal, and not willing to gift him an ounce of your energy. he takes off his glove to stroke the tears away from your under eyes, watching in validation as you groan in agony. he places a single kiss on your plump lips, suddenly expressing reconsideration. he’s going to let you live.

“this’ll be our little secret, okay?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream vi

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fix it / ethan landry drabble

warnings/tags: sexual touching, suggestive ending, fem!reader.

word count: 300.

a/n: if anyone wants to know, i DREAMT this, so that's where i got the idea from. i woke up hyperventilating, i still haven't recovered.

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laying besides you on the couch, ethan watches intently at the tv, actually enjoying the movie you threw on. when a steamy kissing scene comes on the screen, you can’t help but feel a heat grow between your thighs, so you look over to your boyfriend, who sits nonchalantly, not paying much attention to you. he’s had his dirty hands all over you all day, teasing you, pushing you to the end your tether. now it’s his turn.

you move your hand from your side, and gently lift the bottom of his shirt up, revealing a small amount of his lower stomach, v-line peeking above his pants. he turns his head to look at you, brow furrowed in confusion. you smile at him, taking your delicate fingertips and softly grazing them over his sensitive skin, raising goosebumps on his exposed arms. slowing down, you stroke and tap his naval, being careful not to go down too far, much to ethan’s frustration. it’s been common knowledge to you that even the slightest of touches from you will set him off, and there’s nothing that he can do to stop it. he shifts in his seat, the sensation sending his stomach in knots. you keep touching his skin, feeling cocky enough to break his waistband, just enough to evoke a reaction, but you don’t go any further.

“fuck. i’m getting hard. you need to stop.” he says through rugged breaths, observing your delighted face. nothing gets you off more than seeing his cock grow from so little contact. he knows that he won't be able to hold himself back if you continue.

as you plant kisses on his neck, he’s not occupied by the movie anymore, and is now grabbing your tits, massaging them with his palm while you reach into his boxers. frustrated, he thrusts his hips against your hand, his throbbing cock in desperate need of relief. he stares down at his length, now fully exposed and pulsating.

“you did that. now fix it, please.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #scream 6 #scream vi #drabble #smut warning #smut writing

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hope you're okay / ethan landry x fem!reader

synopsis: following an unbearable breakup, ethan sees the girl he made the mistake of losing, and he's not willing to make the same one twice.

warnings/tags: pre ghostface, mentions of underage drinking.

word count: 1.5k.

a/n: omg not smut for once! what a shock. but fr, this is a once in a lifetime event.

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"i hope you're okay." she says, periodically breaking eye contact, unable to bring herself to look into ethan's doe eyes, heart filled with grief. it was mutual, they say, not strong enough to string everything into words.

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university house parties were never her thing, it would always end with one of her best friends throwing up, or some creep trying to hit on her, so, it was always her and ethan at home, happy to be alone for once. in the absence of him, mindy managed to convince her to tag along, despite her reluctancy at the off chance that he would be there too. it had been well over a month, and the feelings she had numbed were slowly calming. although the thought of his sweet face stung, it was for the best, she thought, unconvinced of her own feeble attempt at reassurance.

ethan enters the bustling house, following behind chad like a lost puppy, as awkward as ever. he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach, nervous that he would struggle to conceal his pain if someone let her name slip from their mouth, or even worse, she was there herself. chad nudges ethan's arm, inconvenienced by his continuous dismay. chad is ready to forget her, and is urgent to force the memory of her out of his roommate's mind. still, ethan isn't ready to move on, the sensation of her lips against his, and the warmth of her comfort lingering on his skin.

he sees her first, across the living room among the abundance of drunk students, sipping carefully at a can of cherry coke, her favourite. instantaneously, his heart palpitates at the sheer sight of her. she looks even more beautiful than the day he last saw her, something he thought wasn't possible. her hair is lightly draped to one side, strands darkened under the lights. ethan stopped in his tracks, chad tries to snap him out of his trance, yet he cannot look away.

it's not long before she feels a familiar demeanour in her presence, not to mention the omniscient feeling of eyes fixed on her. she meets his gaze, breath drawing back immediately when she’s given what she has missed so dearly. she doesn’t move an inch, observing as he's taken away from her sight, chad dragging him by his bicep, and into the packed kitchen.

she places her hand on her warm chest to calm herself, pulse vibrating against her palm, heart rate showing no signs of slowing down. anika and mindy are too busy downing tequila shots to notice her distressed state, her peace ruined by a single gaze. the relentless critical voice in her mind shuns her dramatics in response to ethan’s attendance, but it’s as if there’s a force he has over her that she crumbles under.

“what’s up with you? you went quiet all of a sudden. c’mon, let’s get a drink.” anika speaks, taking her hand, and stumbling drunkly into the packed hallway before she can even speak a word of resistance.

in the kitchen, ethan’s holding a cold beer, not taking any sips because of the tightness in his throat, his jaw muscles clenching his teeth to relieve his anxiety. he stands silently, smiling weakly at the people around him who bounce to the beat of music. dissociating, ethan stares out into the crowd, thoughts filled with nothing but her.

"you need to get over her, man, it's been over a month. plus, there's plenty of girls who would wanna piece of you!" chad assures, pointing to a group of beautiful girls standing near the drinks. ethan looks over to them for a moment, feeling no satisfaction at the sight of their short skirts, and dolled-up faces. they were futile in comparison to her.

"okay, here, loosen up! m'gonna go and see tara, she's coming in now. be right back." anika hands her a plastic red cup of punch, quickly running off in a drunk energy rush to tara's aid. the syrupy cocktail of alcohol meets with her lips, the burning sensation in her throat following not long after. she fears that ethan would be standing in her eyeline when she turns her back to leave the room, though she's brave enough to do it, trying to lie to herself that she truly is over him.

and of course, like some cosmic joke, there he was, already having his eyes set on her. warm lights shine directly above him, brightening his cinnamon brown eyes staring back at her. their breakup left no fury, or hatred, and therefore they had no reason to be vengeful to one another, so her lips upturn into a smile; a sign of respect. it was mutual, they say, but is it really mutual if neither one desired it?

"hey." ethan walks up to her, breaking a month long silence between them with one single word, conflicted to say another. her eyes widen, and she clears her throat, replying hey in a soft tone.

"can we talk?" he questions, biting the insides of his cheeks in apprehension. she contemplates, ultimately deciding that some closure will be beneficial for actually moving on.

"sure. we could go upstairs if you want?" she proposes, to his nod of agreement. ethan follows behind her up the stairs, and along the corridors, looking through doorways to find a vacant room. finally, a bathroom opens up.

once they're inside, she locks the door behind her before perching herself on the edge of the bathtub in some random guy's guest bath. ethan remains standing, lower back resting on the sink. they sit in complete silence for way too long, not knowing where to start, or what to say.

"how've you been?" ethan eventually asks, hoping she was going be completely honest with him.

"fine. i mean, as fine as you can be with university assignments. how have you been?" she laughs as she talks, hiding her genuine state of mind. she was not fine, if anything, the complete opposite. tortured, for use of a better word.

"yeah, me too. fine." he doesn't elaborate on why he needs to speak with her, just glad to be in her presence after their separation. she fixes her dress so that it covers more of her thighs, insecure under his eyes, shy to expose any inch of skin in front of the one person who has seen it all. it's a foreign emotion, and she's overwhelmed, the sounds of music and chatter outside of the door only worsening the overstimulation.

"i hope you're okay." she says, periodically breaking eye contact, unable to bring herself to look into ethan's doe eyes, heart filled with grief. it was mutual, they say, not strong enough to string everything into words.

"i hope you're okay, too." ethan reciprocates, pretty smile showing, despite the dim lighting in the small bathroom. the dryness in his mouth chokes him, and the fastness of his pulse rate starts increasing once again. her eyes can't help but fill with salty tears, dropping down onto her blushed cheeks like water on a bonfire. ethan stares at the floor, concealing his pain, not noticing when she stands up to make her way towards him, to comfort him. he jolts his head up when he feels contact, her hand sitting lightly on his shoulder.

"we'll be okay." she promises, moving his tousled brown curls away from his face, his breathing now stopping altogether. ethan places his hands on her waist, pulling her slightly closer to his body. under painted lashes, she looks up at him, eyes glistened over with tears. his forehead rests against hers, the fast paces of their hearts on each other's skin through layers of fabric. their lips barely graze, so close yet so far from sweet release. they both know they have to pull away and leave, but they're like two magnets of opposite poles; they'll always attract.

with their lips frustratingly close, ethan gives in to his desperation and joins his with hers, sighing into her mouth in relief, tasting the remnants of fruity alcohol on her tongue. she's quick to retaliate, fingertips losing themselves in his hair, snaking down to his neck to deepen their kiss. he's allowing his hands to wander up her back, wrapping around her torso to spin her around, setting her on the counter. he takes a moment to appreciate her enchanting eyes, and everything intoxicating about her that has him hooked like an addict.

"please don't leave me again." ethan begs, looking down at her flustered face. mistake or not, kissing him set her nerves alight, and she wasn't willing to let that go for a second time, and neither was he. the lips of another never seemed appealing, it was him, and always would be. she smiles in response, sinking into his touch.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream vi #fem reader #angst

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my master list 🍒

hey! here is my master list for the pieces i've done on tumblr. i will continue to add to this the more i write💕

key:

✩ fluff

♡ smut

☾ angst

+ graphic & other 16+ topics

scream

pretty girl / ethan landry x fem!reader ♡

conflicted / ethan landry x fem!reader ♡ ☾

ethan landry headcanons ✩ ♡

hope you're okay / ethan landry x fem!reader ☾

fix it / ethan landry drabble ♡

secret / ethan landry x reader +

secret pt 2 / ethan landry x reader +

star wars

they'll never be you / anakin skywalker x fem!reader ♡

the attachment / the desires of anakin skywalker ♡ ☾

outer banks

count to three / rafe cameron x fem!reader ♡ ☾

criminal minds

stress reliever / spencer reid x fem!reader ♡

the hunger games

calm during the storm / coriolanus x lucy gray ♡

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ethan landry headcanons

synopsis: ethan landry headcanons, both sfw & nsfw.

warnings/tags: sexual themes, scream vi spoilers, fem!reader.

a/n: disclaimer, these are just my opinions on what i think ethan would be like irl, don't come for me!!

sfw:

⪩⪨ he loves holding you close when you’re sleeping, wrapping his arms around your body.

⪩⪨ he CANNOT for the life of him keep his hands off of you, in private and in public.

⪩⪨ his favourite meal is spaghetti with tomato sauce, and he tells you that the way you make it is the best, he's definitely biased but you appreciate it anyways.

⪩⪨ after a long day, he wants nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch movies with you, he’ll watch anything, even the corny chick-flicks you love so much, just as long as he’s spending time with you.

⪩⪨ he always waits outside your classes, standing patiently at the door and greeting you with a kiss like he hasn’t seen you in weeks. 

⪩⪨ ethan’s a very jealous person, and becomes filled with anger when he sees you talking to other men, when he knows it’s purely platonic.

⪩⪨ his favourite feature of yours are your eyes (cliche, i know), he gets utterly lost in thought when you gaze at him. 

⪩⪨ he hates it when you criticise yourself, and yells at you to quit it. he truly views you as the most beautiful angel he’s ever seen, you never believe him.

⪩⪨ whenever you feel unsafe, he immediately comes to your apartment to stay with you, determined to protect you even if it means harming himself (me when i pretend i’m not the killer). 

nsfw:

⪩⪨ ethan was a virgin before he met you, as were you, so you both learned a lot from one another.

⪩⪨ since you’re the sole person he’s been with, he’s become somewhat attached, and doesn’t think anyone could make him feel as good as you do.

⪩⪨ he struggles to stop the blood rushing straight to his cock when you do anything inherently sexual, sometimes you do it on purpose to watch his face burn with embarrassment.

⪩⪨ he’s a switch, split 50/50, depending on his mood. you love both sides of him, and it’s never the same routine, which excites you. 

⪩⪨ when he’s submissive, he’s willing to let you do anything to him, completely at your mercy, whimpering and grunting at the euphoria you’re giving him. 

⪩⪨ when he’s dominant, he’s more driven, and you’ve never seen him so serious. he’s typically like this after a difficult day, or following a jealous rage at your behaviour. he does all the work, towering over your frame, and slowly fucking you to drag out the pretty moans he’s so desperate to hear. 

⪩⪨ his favourite part of your body (in a sexual sense) is by far your hips. he loves nothing more than to squeeze the flesh for support when he’s thrusting into you, leaving blush bruises where he once held you.

⪩⪨ you frequently ask him to join you in the shower, and he never jumps up to your aid so quick. you innocently lather each other with soap, fingertips trailing every curve and inch of skin on your bodies. every single time you’ve done this, it’s ended with sex, him bending you over the sink, hands against the wall and bodies dripping with water.

⪩⪨ his favourite position is definitely good ol’ missionary. it’s the position you both lost your virginities in, so he’s become devoted, especially because it’s still you. he loves it when you tangle your legs around his waist, hands snaked around his neck, pulling softly at his curls.

⪩⪨ ethan enjoys eating your pussy the most, he is obsessed with pleasing you. after giving him a few pointers, he’s gotten unbelievably good at it. you love when you orgasm on his tongue, and look down at his pretty smile against your core as he finishes you off.

⪩⪨ there have been multiple occasions where you have had pregnancy scares, probably because of the lack of protection in the heat of the hormone filled outbursts. ethan tries his best to calm you down, but truthfully he’s masking his own anxiety to comfort you. it’s gotten so bad that you’ve had to commit to the pill, much to ethan’s delight now that he can finish inside of you without the added fear.

#scream 6 #scream vi #scream movies #ethan landry #ghostface #headcanon #fem reader