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landrywrites · 9 months

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ethan landry — good girl

warnings: smut. porn what plot. dom ethan, vaginal penetration ( p in v ). unprotected sex. ( don’t do that ) ethan pulls out tho dw. praise kink. light teasing, dacryphilia if you squint. dumbification ( ? ) sub / dom dynamic. established relationships. basic aftercare.

let me know if i missed anything.

summary: where ethan learns that you have a praise kink, and he will never let you live it down.

, posersays: might do a part two with headcanons about this.. would you want that ? also please read my rules before requesting 🫶

ethan was currently fucking himself into you like a dog in heat. it’s been what you felt like hours in this position. you were writhing under him, tears were streaming down your face. you were so tired but ethan wasn’t satisfied. he almost never was, he basically lived buried in your cunt. and if you didn’t enjoy the way he practically manhandled you, you’d have complaints. and you did but as soon as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your wet folds, the complaints fall from your tongue with every thrust he so graciously drilled into you.

“fuck fuck fuck eth- fuck.” you were dumbed out, screaming these obscene curses at him. “language sweetheart, watch your mouth when you speak to me.” he doesn’t like your tone of voice, those curses shouldn’t be falling from your pretty lips, especially towards him of all people. even if the way you cursed went straight to his dick, he wasn’t about to deal with it. hating and loving the way those curses sounded from you.

“m’ sorry, won’t do it again.” you say dumbly, so easily, as if you weren’t cursing at him a few seconds ago. before he could even think about it he lets out a soft, “good girl, always listen so well.” and you suddenly clench around his length at the praise.

he noticed the way you’d clench your thighs as soon as he told you a simple “good job.” numerous times. you were so obvious, but you kept it to yourself not wanting him to stop praising you like that. afraid you’d gross him out, but it was actually the opposite. he’s wanted to call you that for so long but he never found the right opportunity without making it awkward, when will he find a better time than this?

a loud whine from you, only in your wet dreams he praises you like that, you’ve had countless fantasies about it. vibrator pressed up against your aching cunt at the mere thought of someone telling you that you’re ‘such a good girl.’ it’s your favorite thing to hear yet no one has ever said it to you, until now.

he stops in his thrusts. “oh? you like that? like it when i call you good girl?” he already knew the answer. just wants to tease you, force it out of you so he can abuse it. you could only shake your head, you kept trying to hide the fact you liked- no loved it but you can’t help the way you squeeze around him, body betraying you. you curse at yourself before moving your hips to get him to start fucking you again. it was painful the way you felt him throb inside of you. it made more tears fall down your face.

“nuh uh, good girls don’t do that. do they? they wait patiently to be given what they deserve.” he taunts you. there it is again, you’re clenching around him involuntarily. he’s praising you the way you’ve always dreamed of, but you can’t help but deny it. he wipes the tears from your eyes and coos at you, groaning at the way your walls are basically swallowing him in.

“answer me. do good girls do that?” he asks, voice low as he slowly starts to thrust back into you which makes you let out a another whine. “n-no, they don’t.” — “what do good girls do then?” — “they- they wait to be given what they deserve.” his slow thrusts driving you insane, but his words are only making you wetter. needier than ever before, but also wanting to hear the praise again you still and wait to be given what you deserve.

“that’s right, you’re a good girl aren’t you? my good girl?” and you swear you could’ve came based off his words alone. “say it.” he demands. “m’ your good girl.” — “that’s right, you’re my good girl. so, so good for me.” he starts thrusting back into you at the same pace he was before, if not harder. making your eyes roll back as saliva dripped down the side of your mouth. you looked so beautiful like this, all fucked out. the way the tears stained your pretty cheeks, the moans that left your swollen lips, god just everything about you.

you feel more and more tears fall down your face, your orgasm quickly approaching. he can’t last long either with the way your body is responding, so eager to please him. his bruising touch on your hips as a reminder of who’s fucking you. the scratches on his back an indicator of who’s making you feel so good, marking each other up like fucking animals.

“m- m’ gonna-” — “i know, sweet girl. i know.” — “please, please wan- wanna cum so bad.” — “that’s okay sweetheart, let it go. be a good girl and cum for me.” and so you do, your back arching beautifully against him. he keeps fucking into you letting you ride out your high before pulling out and releasing on your stomach. you’re both heavily panting, before you start laughing, throw your head back laughter. even with tears and saliva everywhere, you’re laughing.

“what are you laughing at?” he breaths out, grabbing wet wipes from the drawers next to you guys. “sorry- sorry it’s just. wow. that was so much better than i imagined. it’s funny to me, not in a bad way but like.. damn” — “was it? i didn’t pressure you too much did i?” he asks in concern as he rubs the cum off your stomach with a wipe fully before trashing it and using another to wipe your body down. you sigh at the feeling.

“no, it was perfect. loved every second of it.” — “well, i’m glad to hear that. i had a good time as well.” — “yeah i could tell.” you smile wider and him and he reciprocates. “wanna shower?” — “mm not right now, jus wanna feel you against me.” holding him close to you, he hums. “alright, but we shower in 10 minutes, gotta change the sheets too..” — “we can do that later, just let me hold you like this.” — “okay but i swear if you let me fall asleep..” — “i won’t, i won’t.. don’t like sleeping in dirty sheets anyways. let’s just stay like this for a little bit.”

“whatever you want then, i love you so much. you know that?” he says softly, you giggle against his hair. “i do, i love you so much more.” you guys just talk about the experience, he teases you some more but not harshly. after you guys shower and clean up, change the sheets and everything you guys drift off to sleep, holding each other softly through the night.

, posersays: hope you liked it 🙈

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landrywrites · 9 months

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ethan landry — touchy

warnings: smut. porn what plot, ( kindve pleasure / service ) dom ethan, but he’s a little mean. thigh riding, petnames, praise, teasing, degradation if you squint. a nice healthy sprinkle of dumbifictation, use of ‘sir’ like once. edging ( ? ), small bit of aftercare.

let me know if i missed anything, it’s a little short if i’m bein honest T_T

extra: no ghostface, a little bit inspired by a tiktok i found. ( @suomae, just my own twist. )

uh reader doesn’t really speak, too dumbed out

summary: 🤭🤭

ethan landry, seemingly an angel, a dork of some sort but behind closed doors.. man was he much different than the nerd boy facade he puts out. he was a hungry man and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

you were sitting on ethan’s lap, facing away from him as he did some work on the computer, you were busying yourself on your phone, playing minecraft, you were decorating yours and ethan’s house right now, tongue stuck out in concentration which he found adorable. his head was laying on your shoulder, occasionally kissing the exposed skin.

he was wearing light grey sweats and a black wife beater pleaser and you were wearing a spaghetti strap, and some cotton panties, chad was out on a trip with tara so there was no need to cover up. his hands found purchase on your lower stomach as he watched a video, a video explaining who knows what. your breath hitches and he notices, keeping his warm hands on your stomach, rubbing up and down a bit. you bite your lip to stifle a moan. he smirks at that.

“jesus baby, it’s practically dripping in my lap now.” he noticed the way you bit your lip and the video was long forgotten. you let out a whimper and his hand travels lower, yet not exactly where you need him. “keep making those sounds, pretty girl. love it when you whine f’me.” he gently grabs the phone from you and saves the world, putting it on the table and closing his computer.

he decided physics could wait. his girl was all sensitive and needy, how could he resist such a beautiful girl like you. all he could hear was your whimpers and he loves every second of it. he orders you to stand up and you do, he slowly takes off your utterly soaked panties, shoving them in your mouth to use as a makeshift gag. the action surprises you but you say nothing, not that you could anyways. tasting yourself was always weird but not unwelcomed.

he settles you on his right thigh. “y’know what to do, start movin’. this is the only way you’re getting off tonight. punishment for distracting me from my work.” well, you take what you can get so you don’t complain. you start to move your hips and his hands settle on them, helping you move back and forth. “atta girl, just like that. get off on my thigh.” you whimper and he his hands start moving up, removing your tank top, he grabs your boobs. he kneads them and it only makes you wetter. if that was even possible.

you’ve been at this for who knows how long, because as soon as you start feeling that high his hands stop you from moving but you’re too dumbed out to even speak, only moans and whines left your lips and it was pure heaven for ethan, but quite literal hell to you. he’s raking it all in, eyes not leaving you even once. finally letting you move your hips again. he almost forgets to stop you because you looked so pretty like that, he loves it when you cry and beg.

“please, need you s’bad.” you cry out, well as best as you could with your own panties in your mouth. “what was that baby? ya say something?” all he did was laugh at you, at how absolutely pathetic you looked right now, all fucked out. “barely even touched you, and you’re already begging for more.” he pinches your nipples and you swear you saw god.

he takes the panties out of your mouth, the taste of cotton still on your tongue as a reminder. he puts them in his pocket opposite of the leg you’re fucking yourself on currently. “i- i said please. i need you so bad.” he meanly replies. “i don’t think so baby, i think you can get off like this. can’t you? slut.” his words were absolutely filthy and it only made you move your hips faster. “that’s a good girl. fuck, you look so good like this.” the way his voice was practically vibrating in your ear, the way his hands didn’t stop touching you, his kisses on your shoulders and the way he practically is moving you himself. it was all too much.

“please i wanna cum oh sir please let me cum.” you begged and begged. he groans and he feels his cock strain against his boxers, dick twitching as soon as you called him sir, making him weak. besides who was he to deny you when you were oh so pretty when you begged. “awh look at you asking so nicely, well since you’ve been such a good girl for me, yes you can cum.” so many “thank you’s” fell from your lips it was all becoming blurry, barely even hearing him say yes, chasing your own orgasm. “i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you practically yell that out.

“go ahead and cum, pretty girl. make a mess on my thigh.” and you did, and it hit you like a truck. so hard that your vision turns white for a few seconds. you almost fell forward if it weren’t for the hands holding you up, you feel them cup your face but you feel faint, almost like falling asleep. you close your eyes to rest them for a bit.

“baby? come back to me. it’s okay, you’re okay.” he realizes you’re still in the headspace and he picks you up bridal style. he ran a bath, gently placing you in the tub. he doesn’t wash your hair since you’re in and out of consciousness and washing the hair of someone who’s head keeps falling forward isn’t very fun. he smiles to himself, loving the vibe he’s created. he tells you how good you were and all you could do was nod and smile at his words.

after he’s done he picks you up and dries you, carrying you to the bed before placing you down, he puts you in one of his shirts and his boxers since he didn’t want too much pressure on where you’re sensitive ( don’t worry these are new. ) he takes his own shower and dressed himself in new sweats and no shirt, throwing the dirty clothes in the hamper. he took care of himself in the shower. you start to come to as he settles in after turning off the lights. groggily you sit up and rub your eyes which he finds so so cute.

“hey baby, you doin alright?” you nod. “words, pretty girl.” he says. “yeah i’m fine, e. you doin okay?” you suddenly ask, cuddling up to him. “oh my oh so sweet and considerate girl, i am doing fantastic.” he smiles at you, holding you close. you cuddled into him before speaking.

“you need aftercare just as much as i do, e. let me hold you. you’ve done enough for me.” his heart softens at that, you truly did care about him. “fine i’ll listen, i love being babied.” you smile at that before changing positions, his head on your chest as you play with his hair while giving him forehead kisses. with a sigh of content you both drift to sleep.

, posersays : tehee :3 hope u like . uhm third fic and it’s almost pure filth.. i don’t know if i like this one or not tbh..

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landrywrites · 9 months

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jack champion — behind the scenes

warnings: no warnings

summary: you’re jacks girlfriend and you’re on set with him for the movie, after filming the scene where he says “i’ve always wanted to stick something in you tara.” you can’t help but feel a little jealous

you’re watching behind the camera as your boyfriend is currently swinging a fake knife at jenna, he suddenly says. “i’ve always wanted to stick something in you tara!” your body freezes, you don’t remember that being in the script… but you keep watching and decide to just let it slide ? ( you don’t let it slide )

you purse your lips and turn around to grab some water to ease the dryness in your throat, knowing it’s a little late for some coffee right now. you blink a couple of times before turning back to hear “cut” from the director and seeing jack run up to you, about to hug you but you play it off as not wanting fake blood on your clothes.

“hey baby! what’s wrong? i mean it’s fine if you don’t wanna hug but i don’t have a lot of fake blood on me yet y’know..” he pouts a little bit and it tugs on your heartstrings, you know getting jealous over something so minimal was stupid but you can’t help but feel your eyes well up just a bit.

“it’s nothing, just not feeling good right now, don’t wanna get you sick or nothin’ in case it’s something” now you weren’t exactly LYING, you did feel sick to your stomach but not in the way one would think, he understood and opted for holding your hand instead, he dragged you around set until he got to his bag and grabbed out medicine

the fact you knew he brought it for you instead of anyone else made your heart beat a little faster. he was always so caring and thoughtful, of course he would. he always did cute stuff like this it was hard to stay mad at him for long periods of time because you always caved for just how cute he really was.

you whine and he looks back from his backpack, standing up he cups your face. the look he wears is one of concern and he’s frantically looking around to see it you’re hurt anywhere. “what’s wrong baby!? talk to me.. please” he pleads with you.

you finally grumble out.. “i’m not really sick.. i mean my stomach does hurt but not in the way you think..” he gives you a look of confusion but nods his head urging you to go on. “well, after you filmed that scene with jenna.. you know where you said ‘i’ve always wanted to stick something in you tara’ i was a little jealous.” you pout and look up at him.

he laughs… laughs ? “oh baby what am i gonna do with you?” he says between giggles making you hit his chest. “it’s not funny, jack.” you say while crossing your arms and turning around to not see his beautiful face while he laughs that stupidly adorable laugh.

he hugs you from behind. “aw baby, didn’t i tell you they changed the script?” he kisses your head and turns you back around to face him. “jackkk now there’s fake blood in my hair i literally feel it.” deciding to ignore what he said because your cheeks are burning red from his actions.

“sorry baby, but i guess i forgot to tell you. don’t be jealous you know it didn’t mean anything.” he goes to hug you again while you back up. “it’s fine jack but they’re calling for you and i don’t need anymore blood in my hair, please. i love you but this is gonna be a pain to wash out.” he sighs but accepts and pats your head instead, kissing your forehead before covering your ears to yell out a “coming!”

you head back together, hand in hand and you watch with a blush on your face as your lovely boyfriend acts out the final scenes, ready to go home for the day you grab your guys’ stuff and you wait for him to clean up before heading out and going home.

home with him.

, posersays: second time writing on here. hope you enjoy this jack fic i put out

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landrywrites · 9 months

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ethan landry , mrs magic

warnings : no warnings

extra, no ghost face 🫶 high school

summary: just read

ethan landry, a cute boy in your english class that sits behind you. you’ve been crushing on him since middle school, and it’s now mid october, your freshman year and there’s a halloween party coming up and you wanted to ask him out to said halloween party. which was nerve wracking enough but now you wanna ask a boy out ?? and not just any boy, your longtime crush.

although parties weren’t really your thing, your friends agreed to leave early if anyone was overwhelmed. and thus the plan of you asking out the boy you’ve been eyeing for a while came about. your friends had been nothing but supportive, saying how cute you guys would look together making you blush at the thought of being with him.

biting your lip in anxiousness, your head feels dizzy and your palms are sweaty. your friend leans over and nudges you, they whisper into your ear, already knowing what’s going through your head. “it’s now or never y/n/n, or i tell him myself.” they’re taunting you, which makes you give them a glare with no real intent behind it.

you know they’d never do that but it still scares you a little bit. you’ve gone over the conversation 10 times in your head, five times if he accepts and five times if he.. rejects you.. which you were hoping didn’t happen. ( dw it doesn’t happen )

after a few minutes of contemplating you turn around in your seat and tap his desk, he looks up a bit confused but as soon as he sees it’s you he smiles. he assumes you were gonna ask about the assignment since you usually ask him for help ( you never really needed help, you just liked talking to him. ) but what came out of your mouth shocked him.

“do you wanna go to the halloween party.. with me?” you say maybe a little too fast, waiting for his response. he sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face, he blinks a few times before he smiles again, with now a blush on his face. ( he’s kicking his feet rn i promise you )

in his own head he jumping up and down and screaming yes to whatever god was out there. he says as calmly as possible, “yes y/n, id love to go with you.”

you guys end up talking the whole period, working on the assignment together, having a good time before the bell rang. giving him a toothy grin and a small thank you for the help, your friend having already texted the groupchat about this. they were blowing up your phone, making you have to mute the chat.

walking out with your friend beside you before waving goodbye to ethan, he had stayed back to ask the professor something.

“i can’t believe i actually did that!!??!?” you almost yell out. “yeah me neither, never thought you’d have the guts” your friend teases you, making you hit their arm softly

“well, i actually did it.”

, posersays: first time writing on here, and my first one shot on here. this was rushed because i was a little busy but i wanted to write something before i had no ideas left so i hope it’s good :3

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