roseonvenus

[roseonvenus]

txt - saying goodbye before they go on tour

yes, i know tour is basically over but i got this idea and i HAD to write it for txt. it's 3.1k words for all five members (i got carried away). pls enjoy :)

yeonjun:

Your phone ringing is what wakes you up and you squint at the screen in front of you noticing it’s nearly four in the morning, but the contact name reads junnie so you pick up immediately.

“Jun?” you ask groggily. He was supposed to be leaving for the airport soon for his flight to America as part of their world tour. You had said goodbye to him last night over dinner so his call is unexpected.

“I’m outside,” he says. “It’s kinda cold, can you come let me in?”

“What?” you ask, shivering as you climb out of bed. “Why are you here? Don’t you have to be at the airport soon?”

“I wanted to see you,” Yeonjun answers. “And it’s really fucking cold can you please hurry up.”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe I should go back to bed.”

“No baby please!”

You laugh. “I’ll be right there, okay? Be patient.”

“Patient? I’m about to freeze to—” his voice cuts off as you hang up the call and drop your phone on the couch as you pass by, grabbing the blanket draped over the back and wrapping it around yourself before opening the door.

Yeonjun is standing there with his arms crossed and tucked into his sides as he tries to keep himself warm, but the way he shivers shows that he’s been unsuccessful. His eyes light up when he sees you and you can’t help but smile and open the door wider to let him in.

“Come inside baby,” you say, closing the door behind him. “I thought your flight was today?” you ask but instead of responding Yeonjun pulls you into a hug. His embrace is warm and inviting even though he’s been standing in the cold. You can hear his steady heartbeat when you press your ear to his chest. You always listen to his heart every time he hugs you and, like always, he mumbles into your hair, “My heart beats for you.”

His hands move to your back and slip under your shirt, his fingers ice cold and startling enough the you push him away from you.

“Choi Yeonjun!” you scold, a shiver running down your spine after the chill of his fingertips.

“You’re warm!” he defends and you just sigh.

“I am not your personal heater,” you deadpan.

“Please?” he asks, pouting in a way he knows you can never resist. 

“I’ll hold your hands for now, okay?” you compromise and that seems to please him.

You wrap your hands around his, taking one hand at a time in between your two slightly warmer ones.

“I can’t stay long,” Yeonjun says quietly. “We have to get to the airport, but I just wanted to see you. I had to see you.”

You look up at him and squeeze his hand. “I love you, you know that?” you ask. Yeonjun smiles.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

soobin:

It was two in the morning, but you were busy making waffles for you and your boyfriend. He had to leave for the airport in an hour before setting off on a six week tour in the US so you wanted to spend the last bit of time until his departure with him.

You take another cooked waffle out of the waffle maker and onto a plate. Soobin takes the responsibility of decorating both of your waffles and on yours he even makes a heart out of whipped cream. You both sit at your kitchen table to eat together. 

“You better have someone on staff livestream the concert for me on my birthday. I want to be able to see you, even if it’s just through a screen.”

Soobin reaches across the table to take your hand. “I will. And I’m sorry I can’t be here to celebrate your birthday with you.”

“We can always celebrate it another time. Besides, you’ll be back in time for our anniversary and that’s what I really care about.”

Soobin smiles. “I already have ideas.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” you tease and Soobin pouts, letting go of your hand and crossing his arms. “I was kidding,” you laugh.

“Well I was going to give you an early birthday gift but now I might just make you wait until after tour—”

You gasp. “No, I'm sorry!” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and he playfully rolls his eyes and grins. 

“Fine,” he says. “Let me go get it.”

He returns with a box and gently slides it across the table. “Happy birthday,” he says and you smile.

Slowly, you lift the lid off the box and reveal two silver charm bracelets. There’s only one charm on each one and the prospect of collecting charms is fun and exciting. You can’t keep the smile off your face.

“One for me and one for you,” Soobin says, moving his chair so he’s sitting next to you. He picks up both bracelets and brings the two charms together. “They connect with a magnet.” The two charms stick together and form a beautiful butterfly. “I didn’t want to get a heart, I thought that might be too cheesy.”

You laugh. “I wouldn’t have minded. But this is perfect. Seriously, thank you.” You lean over and wrap your arms around Soobin’s waist and he instantly pulls you closer.

“I’m really going to miss you,” Soobin admits softly. “But I know we’re always connected.”

“I’ll miss you too. But I’ll be right here when you come back, patiently waiting for those not-at-all-suspicious anniversary celebrations.”

Soobin laughs and you can feel the vibration in his chest. You’re going to miss getting to feel him so close to you, but this is his dream and you love watching him get to perform and live the life he’s worked so hard for. You’ll always be there to support him, whether you’re a thousand miles away or right there in his arms, you’ll always be there. 

“You know I’m your biggest fan, right?” you ask. He smiles at you, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Of course I do,” he says softly. 

When you kiss him, he holds your face in his hands and keeps you as close to him as possible, knowing he has to give this up for six weeks, but he knows he’ll have a good time on tour and you’ll call him often. And when he comes back, you’ll be waiting.

beomgyu:

“I shall dream of you every night,” Beomgyu says dramatically and you roll your eyes.

“I’m about to kick you out of my house,” you deadpan and he only laughs.

“Let me finish proclaiming my love to you first.”

You sigh. “Fine.”

“I’ll miss your cooking and your cuddles. You’re so warm when you lie on my chest it’s like a heated blanket—”

“Says the human space heater,” you argue.

“You love cuddling me, don’t lie.”

You shrug your shoulders and feign indifference because you know Beomgyu will see right through it. And he does. “I can see the edge of your lip pointing up. You’re trying not to smile.”

You huff in fake annoyance but accept defeat. You love cuddling him. You love being around him, even when he spends most of the time teasing you. You’re really going to miss him.

“I love you,” you say, watching as surprise fills his features. It’s something that the two of you don’t say often. You always show your love for each other in other ways, but those three words were usually reserved for special occasions. Right now was definitely one of those times.

“I love you too,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. You stand like that for a few minutes until the other boys come into the room and start gathering all their belongings, passing suitcases off to staff members. You follow Beomgyu to his room and help him carry his backpack while he wheels his suitcase to the door.

After a staff member takes his suitcase, you hand him his backpack and once he’s gotten the straps on, he’s pulling you into another hug. “I’ll see you soon okay?” he says. “I know six weeks is a long time to be without me,” he jokes.

“Oh no,” you say sarcastically. “What will I do?”

He only laughs and leans down to kiss you. It’s loving and tender but over far too soon. 

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he says as he follows the rest of the boys out the door.

“No promises,” you say with a grin, blowing him a kiss. He pretends to catch it and stick it into his pocket.

Once the door shuts you head into Beomgyu’s room, now half empty, to grab a sweatshirt before you go. Then you grab your own jacket from the hook next to the front door and pull it on, zipping it up all the way to try and keep out as much of the cold as possible. 

The walk back to your place is a short one, especially since you manage to catch a bus nearby. At your door, you reach into your pocket to pull out your keys and feel a piece of paper inside. You unlock your door and once you’re inside you grab the paper again.

Puzzled, you pull it out of your pocket and realize it’s an envelope and you can see your name on it in handwriting that is undeniably Beomgyu’s. He must’ve stuck it in there when you hung up your jacket by the door. 

You aren’t exactly sure why you’re nervous, but your fingers tremble as you open the letter. It’s just one piece of paper and gently you unfold it.

Sweetheart

Baby

Darling

My Love,

I wanted to say all of this to you, but if I’m being honest, I’ve been trying to tell you about how I feel ever since we started dating and I’ve never managed to do it. I can’t find the words, and if I can then I always end up forgetting them the second I see you. It’s not my fault really, you make it hard to think sometimes. Most of the time. When I’m with you it’s like time stops or something, and for a while it’s just us. I don’t have to be anyone or anything else. I’m just yours.

I’m always yours.

And now that I’m going on tour and I’m going to be away from you for a while I figured now is as good of a time as ever to finally try and say the things I never can when I’m around you. Because when I’m with you I can’t think straight. You fill my mind and I’ll do anything to make you happy. I just want to see you happy, because you make me happy.

You make me so fucking happy. You make me laugh and feel safe and appreciated. You play games with me and put up with all my teasing. You support me always and inspire me every day to do better and to be better. And I always thought soulmate stuff was cheesy, but if you are my soulmate as my soulmate, you are all of the best parts of myself and more. And every day I want to be more like you.

But at the same time you make me feel like I’m worthy of being loved exactly as I am, and that’s more valuable than anything else. It feels like a privilege to be loved by you, and I hope it’s one I can continue to enjoy, because I’m with you for the long run. Six weeks away? It seems like a lot right now, but I want to spend my life by your side, so I know that in the grand scheme of things, six weeks isn’t a big deal at all. And we have all the time in the world to make up for it.

I’m so grateful for you and I hope I can make you feel as loved as I do. You are everything to me and I hope I can continue to make you happy. I’ll give my best on this tour because I know you’ll be watching me, encouraging me, the whole time. And I’m so glad that you chose me.

I love you. So so so much.

Yours (forever and ever)

Gyu

taehyun: 

Since their flight to America was leaving early in the morning, Taehyun decides to take you out for lunch the day before instead of making you wait up for him or wake up at four a.m to say goodbye. 

He insists on paying for everything and tells you to order as much as you want (he ends up eating some of your food though). 

“Let’s go back to the dorms after this,” he suggests. “I still need to pack a few things, plus, I have a surprise.”

Your eyes widen. “You don’t have to get me anything. You know I’ll survive while you’re away.”

Taehyun smiles. “I know, but I wanted to get you something anyway.”

You take his hand from across the table and give it a squeeze. “Thank you.”

Once the two of you have finished eating, Taehyun takes your hand and leads you out of the cafe to the car waiting outside. You both settle into the back seat and the car sets off in the direction of the dorms.

“What stop are you most excited for?” you ask. It’s been forever since you’ve been in America and there are still so many places you want to visit.

“Probably the Newark show,” he says. “I really love New York City.”

You sigh dreamily at the thought of NYC. You’ve always wanted to go, even if the city isn’t actually as magical as it seems in movies. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. Make sure you take plenty of pictures,” you tell him.

“I will, don’t you worry.”

When you two make it back to the dorms you follow Taehyun to his room where his suitcase is still open on his bed. He pats the empty space at the end. “Sit,” he says, “I’ll be right back.”

You sit down and wait for Taehyun to return. He only takes a minute and he comes back with an envelope, handing it to you.

“If you wrote me a love letter I will cry and you will be responsible,” you warn. He laughs.

“Open it.”

Gently you lift the flap of the envelope and pull out a folded piece of paper. As you unfold it you find that the paper is blank, but in the middle is a ticket, a plane ticket from Seoul to Seattle and then another from Seattle to… New York.

“You didn’t…” you say, blinking back tears.

“You said you wanted to go to one of our shows. And you’re always talking about going to New York, so I just thought it would be nice.”

“It’s fantastic,” you say, teary eyed. Setting the papers down on the bed, you get up and hug Taehyun, who immediately pulls you closer to him. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he says. “This means I get to see you sooner.”

You smile despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyun has always been so attentive and kind and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him as a part of your life.

huening kai:

You’re lying in Kai’s bed, your head resting just below the crook of his neck. He’s playing with your hair gently and you almost feel like you could fall asleep, but your stomach is weighed down by a sense of dread because in two hours Kai will be leaving and this trip will be the longest the two of you have ever gone without seeing each other.

You hadn’t said anything about it to him, not when he was so excited to be going on tour, but you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Kai?” you say softly. He hums in response and you can feel the sound in his chest where your cheek is lying. “Are you afraid?”

“Of what?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Us. Our future.” You sigh. “We’ve never been apart for this long before, not even when we were friends.”

That friendship had lasted a while before he’d finally had the courage to say something, and even then, you were the one who confessed your feelings first. But that had only been three months ago. Your relationship was still relatively new and that meant it was fragile. You weren’t sure how the separation ws going to affect it.

“Are you… have you been having doubts about us?” Kai asks gently, still stroking your hair, an action that brings comfort and calm to a nerve wracking conversation.

“I’m just worried. Our whole friendship started because we were seeing each other so often and now we’re together nearly every day. What’s going to happen when we don’t have that anymore?”

“We can still call. I know it's not the same, but it’s something. And this isn’t going to last forever. I’ll be back before you know it,” he says and you can hear his smile. He sounds completely confident and it’s soothing your worries. If he believes in you, then you believe in him and your relationship. 

“Until then, I guess you’ll have to survive without me,” you tease and Kai laughs breathily.

“How will I ever manage?”

You smile and settle back into his side, his body warm and his presence inviting. For a few minutes, you just draw shapes on his chest and enjoy this moment, trying to make it last as long as possible. Kai is the one who breaks the silence.

“You know, if it ever gets too much I can always fly you out to see me.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that bubs,” you say with a soft smile.

“I’m the maknae, I get special privileges,” he says and you laugh.

“Whatever you say love.”

Two hours later, you’re standing with Kai by the door. His suitcase has already been wheeled off by a staff member and Taehyun took his backpack. He’s the last one left in the dorm, but he can’t seem to let you go. 

“Kai,” you say, your arms around his waist as he holds you close to his chest. “Everyone’s waiting.”

“They can wait a little longer,” he says, kissing the top of your head. So the two of you stand together, holding each other and even after Kai finally steps away, you feel content. You know he’s yours, the same way you’re his. Time and distance can’t change that. You’ll always find your way home to each other.

[roseonvenus]

˙✧˖ ?! — STAMINA. - MDNI !!

— ‧₊˚ — 🕳: "didn't i already fuck all the cum out of you ??"

summary. who would've thought your boyfriend had this much stamina? basically horny freshly woken up tae 👍

notes. i love me some sleepy consentual sex! first time writing for tae (PLSSS tell me if you want more of him or of who rly) 🙏

warnings/includes. (NSFW) subby-ish! taehyung x f! reader, lots of mwah mwah kisses, NEEDY tae, riding, reader is a bit degrading (but he loveees it so we're good!!), unprotected sex (stay safe y'all!!)

"m'baby," his guttaral voice whisperes in your ear, nibbling and licking lazily, till moving on to your neck, leaving a faint trail of saliva, "baby" his words somewhere far, far away yet his tone a little more whiny almost pleading for you to open your eyes, pecking all over your bare shoulders and collar bone till returning to your face, cupping it as well as shaking you lightly.

"tae-" your voice quiet, eyes opening almost impressingly slow, weak hands reaching out for god knows what.

in response he immediately wraps his arms around your whole body, nuzzling his face into your tummy, kissing some of the moles, mumbling something non-audible against the soft skin.

"please," his greedy fingers squezzing the flesh gently, head going up and down, in a mix of looking up to you with half lidded eyes (he himself didn't seem fully woken up) and going down to give all your skin from belly to thighs quick little sloppy pecks "please"

he looked so pretty like this, once again looking up to you like you're the whole fucking solar system if you'd look closely you'd probably see stars sparkling somewhere in his eyes, lips swollen and glossy from the shit ton of making out for what felt like eternity a few hours ago, has it really been hours? or days? or years even? no matter what: you could do it all over again.

feel his tongue and mouth run all over you, listen to him blabber moan nonsense & not get a single thing, have it endlessly feel like wet cum was all over you both, then repeat the loop all over again and something in you sensed from his gaze that he thought just the same.

and it didn't take long till he's all over you again, doing just what you thought a few minutes ago.

once again you felt familiarly stuffed and filled to the brim, though truthfully this time you were a lot more slow with it, not like when the both of you were particularly horny - when he'd grind himself onto you almost immediately, when you hear his deep voice turn higher and higher while moaning non stop, basically when he threw himself onto you.

this wasn't new, you'd both start the evening pretty rough e.g if you had a bad day at work and then progressively get more gentle in actions and speed, that didn't stop him from being horny tho - no, he loved pussy, he loved the feeling of having you tightly wrapped around him, the feeling of closeness, knowing that nobody else gets to have you like this or even slightly close.

he loves the way he can talk to you, the way you could talk to him, you were the only one who could say downwards degrading shit and easily get away with it.

"always have to wake me up, can you not control your dick for once?" you groaned, grinding onto him just a tiny bit faster as he threw his head back in sexual frustration, little drops of sweat on his forehead.

"faste- faster pleas- m'"

something about seeing him messed up like this was entertaining almost endearing, "why? you can't even seem to handle this"

"need t- cum, fill you up, ple-" his sentence was once again broken of by himself as he moaned in response to you finally picking up pace, bouncing on his cock ever so slightly.

"didn't i already fuck all the cum out of you?"

"fuc- no, no always always have for yo'mm" he blabbered to himself, watching your pussy swallow his dick so well, whimpering some more.

"cum for me then" you said nonchalantly, though you were trying to cover up the fact that this whole little 4am episode got you yourself very close to another own high.

as he pushed his hips forward, you slammed into him one more time when he filled you up with hot release, groaning himself, jolting his head back onto the bed headboard when you rode out both of yall's orgasms slowly.

before you could even think of getting of his cock, his hands were at your hips, holding you close to him, fingers digging into your skin, "stay on me, please - wanna cuddle with you this close to me, in me"

you grinned in response, kissing him lazily mumbling against his lips, "i just knew you'd say that"

[roseonvenus]

omg...

helllooo can i request ethan landry prompt 22 and if possible mixed with 1? also trope 15!! please and thank very very much mll 🫶🏼🫶🏼

—𓆩[a night of screams and spooks]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Yandere! Ethan Landry x Fem! Naive! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 5.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Things were going so well in the friend group until you and Ethan broke up because it seemed like he was hiding too much from you. After you broke up with him, things couldn’t have gotten worse – he was just obsessed. He got you anything and everything you could ever want, trying to woo you back into his arms, and truthfully, it was working. When Ethan – who is still a part of your friend group – joins everyone on a night out to a pumpkin patch and corn maze, it’s the smart idea to go into it, right? When your friends start disappearing, though, and you’re slowly being left more and more with Ethan – it’s starting to be more and more definite how much he’s missed you.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || still kind of in the scream universe but he doesn’t murder the friend group || sorry but it’s fall again — Halloween of course!! || implied rich boy! ethan || kind of OOC Ethan as well bcs he’s more confident || OOC friendship kinda bcs less paranoia? || dubious consent so please be wary || probably an extremely dark fic don’t read if you’re sensitive || dubcon touches || blurred relationship lines || ethan being slightly manipulative || gotta say that I love him with a mullet so he got a mullet || knife kink || unprotected sex || slight fingering || knife-fuck || rough sex || sex standing up || squirting || public sex || dacryphilia || choking || dubcon cream pie || attempt in baby trapping || coerced breeding || degradation and praise || again dark dark dark fic ||

“So, what did he get you now?”

Tara’s voice snapped you out of your trance of running your fingers up and down the diamond tennis bracelet Ethan had gotten for you. “A bracelet.”

Tara stood up and walked over to you, slowly taking your wrist to look at the bracelet with a gasp. “Holy shit, those are diamonds!”

You blushed madly, swallowing as you looked down at the tennis bracelet. It was encased in white gold prongs, attached together at each diamond that matched the same dainty white gold chain bracelet he wore on his wrist, too. Tara had pointed out that the chain he wore on his wrist had no clasp, which gave you the inference he finally went to go get a forever bracelet or whatever they were called that you could never take off.

“Yeah… they’re real, too,” you confirmed, swallowing. The first thing you did was test them, of course.

Tara’s exclamation gained the attention of Anika and Mindy, both girls quickly making their way over to see the new adornment on your wrist.

“Holy shit,” Mindy breathed, giggling slightly as she softly pinched it between her fingers. “I knew Ethan had money, but this much money? That’s insane.”

“He’s trying to bribe you,” Anika quickly interjects the fawning of your newest piece of jewelry, humming when she sees the matching necklace. “Is it working?”

A sigh escapes your lips. Of course it was working.

Ethan had secrets that you knew existed, and just the thought made your stomach twist, but you also knew that he made up for all those secrets he kept in more ways than one. All of the gifts that he gave you and every kiss and touch to distract you made your fingers twitch slightly, Anila snapping her fingers in your face.

“Earth to Y/N,” she spoke, tilting her head. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m doomed,” you groaned as you pressed your face into your hands, sighing. “I want to fuck him…”

“Oh my fucking god,” Tara cursed, facepalming as Mindy laughed.

“Oh, you’re so fucking screwed!” She continued to laugh before Anika glared at her, sighing. “How many times have you both had makeup sex?”

You groaned, pushing your face into your hands.

You both had had makeup sex a lot. Always. It felt like every day you had makeup sex.

“I don’t know why you keep breaking up with him if you’re just going to get back with him and fuck him,” Tara leaned her head on her hand, raising a brow. “Do you love him or his dick?”

The problem was that you loved both. Ethan had something extremely surprising down there, mainly because you truly never thought that a guy like him would have a dick so big, and you sure as hell would never let any other girl get the feeling of having Ethan’s cock almost destroy their insides. You did have to give yourself some credit in building up his stamina and condoning his sex drive though, plenty of mid-interrupted crash studies before exams ending with cum on a practice sheet.

“Both, sadly.”

Tara groaned with a dramatic roll of her eyes, then shook her head. “Why don’t you just ask him what’s up?”

Her words make you shake your head. You had already tried to get him to talk, countless times, actually, and he’d always tell you that you were ‘overthinking’.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug, but then Tara’s phone rang and she answered. You don’t really listen or process what she says, staring at your phone screen where Ethan’s name pops up as ‘Hamster’.

Hamster

just wanted to see how your day was going :) let me know if i can bring you guys lunch or something, chad and i are heading that way now

At first, you thought it was a little odd that Ethan was acting so casual, especially when you had just gone out on a date with someone that your other friend had set up for you. You hadn’t heard from him in a while, but Ethan had a habit of coming in whenever people left.

That’s when you looked up at Tara who smiled slightly as she hung up the phone, humming before she looked at you. “What?”

“Did Chad say Ethan was with him?” You tilted your head at Tara who’s brow furrowed, but then she shakes her head.

“He didn’t say it, but I might’ve heard him in the background. I don’t even remember anymore to be honest,” Tara sighs as she stands, right as Mindy takes your phone and starts typing.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” You squealed, giggling as you try to take your phone back.

Mindy doesn’t let you, only shifting and pushing her hands away. “Tara, what do you want from that Japanese restaurant downtown?!”

Tara runs back after the question is yelled out. “Oh!” She quickly takes your phone, typing. “Y/N’s pussywhipped boyfriend is getting me lunch…” she sings, giggling.

Maybe Ethan was pussywhipped, and that’s how he kept coming back to you. Or you were just dickwhipped and you kept coming back to him, but him being pussy whipped is a much better term and description.

Either way, he was on his way now — with just enough food to make everyone get straight back into his good graces for at least a few hours. Tara, Anika, and Mindy would all be at your throat later for letting him get close to your heart again, even when they are the ones taking advantage of his bribery.

With that, you texted Ethan what you wanted from the highly expensive restaurant downtown, then proceeded to turn off your phone and glare at your friends.

“You all are condoning this.”

Anika made a noise of protest. “Ah! No we’re not. We’re condoning the bribery, not the feelings that come with it.”

“You’re fueling it,” you correct your words, crossing your arms as they shrug.

“We get food out of it.”

You pause, then nod. “Fair point.”

It didn’t take long for Ethan and Chad to get there, bags of food in both hands that they set on the counter of your apartment. Chad greets Tara with a soft kiss on the temple as you start sorting out the food, a plastic container holding something none of you ordered with your name on it.

“I got you a dessert,” Ethan says, smiling slightly as he comes next to you. “I know you like mochi, and they made a fresh batch of ice cream mochi so I got you a few flavors.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you opened the box, just as he stepped closer and slightly peeked over your shoulder. “Thank you, Ethan.”

Softly, he hums, his hand ghosting your hip. It made you shiver, the sound of the TV turning on barely registering as he softly lets his lips brush over your neck, the plastic container cracking slightly in your hand.

“I heard the passion fruit one is really good,” he whispers, his breath softly brushing against the shell of your ear before your fingers twitch on the plastic. “You should taste it.”

“I-I will,” you swallow, carefully unwrapping the casing of the thin wax paper to see the ice pack that laid above the creamy treats. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he whispers back, shaking his head as he let his hand rest against your hip. “Is this okay?”

You wanted to say no. You truly, truly wanted to say no, but when you saw that white gold bracelet that matched yours, you couldn’t.

A nod of confirmation from you lets his hand settle on your hip, swallowing as his face tucked into the side of your neck. “I missed you, peaches,” he murmured softly against your skin, the nickname making your cheeks flush as his lips softly pucker against your neck. “You having a good day?”

You nodded as you raised the passion fruit mochi to your lips, the heat from your fingers slightly smashing down the ice cream in the tapioca starch putty desert that held the cold ice cream inside. His hands tighten slightly as you raised it to your lips, the purple mochi dusted with white tapioca starch almost reminding you of his cock when you put a cock ring on it.

Gently, you bit into the sweet that already started getting sticky in your hand, humming as the cold ice cream touched the roof of your mouth. You ate it slowly, humming as you tilted your head back to prevent the cold material to touch your teeth, Ethan quickly moving forward and pushing his nose into where your carotid was.

“You smell so good,” ge whispers, humming as he tilted his head slightly. “Is that the perfume I got you?”

Of course he knew that you were wearing the perfume he got you. All of the perfumes you loved he got you. Everything you loved he got you.

“Yeah…” you cover your mouth slightly as you finish the half in your mouth. “I-It’s the YSL one.”

Ethan only hummed softly — he really didn’t give a fuck about the perfume. He gave a fuck about the fact you were wearing it, and it drove him crazy. “Eat the rest,” his voice was hoarse as he spoke, the fact that he knew other people were here was out the window. He was focused on you and only you.

Slowly, he watched as you popped the rest of the dessert into your mouth, one of his hands coming from your waist up to your jaw to hold it. A soft whine escaped the slight part in your lips as you chewed the gelatinous sweet, his hips moving forward to push your pelvis against the edge of the counter and his hand to settle over the soft, plush skin above your slit through your jeans. His fingers settled between your thighs, middle finger all the way down to your clenching cunt.

He forced you to look back at him, his lips slowly pressing to your cheek before kissing a path to your lips. “I’ve missed you so much, peaches…”

You groaned as he kissed you, his hand holding your chin and pressing your lips roughly to his as his tongue pried open your lips. In instinct, your teeth graze his tongue which makes a loud moan come from his mouth, a soft gag escaping your mouth when his tongue runs along the solid piece of ice cream that settled on your tongue. You would’ve choked on the gelatinous mochi if he didn’t pull away, letting you swallow it as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

“Take me back, peaches… please, I can’t live without you,” there was a slight whine tone to his voice as your chest felt like a balloon was inflating in it, his lips softly puckering against yours. "Please... never leave me again. I don't know what I would do without you."

A soft sigh escapes your lips. How could you say no? “Y-You have… you have to tell me the truth. For everything. No lies, no secrets.”

He smiled this time, nodding. “Whatever you say, peaches. Whatever you say, my darling girl.”

His words made you smile before Tara yells for you both.

“Hey, Y/N! Isn’t that the guy that you went out with a few days ago?!” You finally looked at the TV, brows raising when you saw Taylor’s face. It was revealed that he was murdered by the killer they called Ghostface.

“Oh my,” you breathed, but a soft push of Ethan with his fingers to your cunt made you gasp and your face turn to him instead.

“Turn it off,” Ethan’s voice was strong as he softly kissed your shoulder, walking over and bringing you with him. “What are we doing for Halloween?”

You thought it was odd how fast Ethan moved on, but everyone quickly followed suit which made the slight alarm in your head disappear. You looked up at Ethan, a slight smile on his face as he tilted his head. “Y/N had said she wanted to go to a pumpkin patch. My dad knows a guy that runs one, and it has a corn maze, too.”

Chad immediately nods. “That sounds actually pretty fun! Sounds more fun than pretending to be kids under costumes.”

The original plan that Chad had made you giggle as Ethan smiled, looking at the rest of the gang. “Anyone else down?”

There was a bunch of agreement as they paused in their eating making you look back, about to stand to get your food before he put his hand on your thighs. “I’ll get it for you.”

You smiled, thanking him with a slight nod as he stood up as you sat down on the couch. He walked back to the kitchen as Tara threw a cucumber at you, raising a brow. “I thought you weren’t getting back with him anymore?”

You couldn’t help but groan, sighing. “We’re not back together.”

“Officially,” Ethan interjects, giving you your food and softly kissing your cheek. “I put your mochi in the fridge.”

“Sure seems official when you were basically fingering her through her jeans,” Mindy spoke, making Chad choke on his food, clearing his throat repeatedly.

“Ew! I’m eating!”

“So a pumpkin patch and a corn maze? Sounds good?” Ethan distracts from what Mindy said, everyone nodding in response as you stared at the now black TV.

How long ago did he die? He texted you right after the date saying he got home and that he would love to go out again. You had posted some pictures, too… Did someone see them? Did he see them?

“Hey,” Ethan softly kissed against your shoulder, tilting his head when he got your attention. “What are we going as?”

You and Ethan settled on going as the classic angel and demon, with you of course as the angel.

“Remember to stay in pairs,” Chad informed everyone as he fixed his cowboy costume, Tara nodding as she hooked her arm through his. “Especially if you go a different route.”

“I know this place like the back of my hand,” Ethan grinned as he took your hand and softly kissed your temple. “Just stick with me, alright peaches?”

You blushed, nodding as you fixed your white miniskirt and the faux thong strips attached to it. “I will.”

Anika and Mindy gagged dramatically making you roll your eyes and shove them as Ethan smiled. “We’ll be fine. Besides, there isn’t a killer here.”

The thought made you shiver. What if there was? What if he was following you?

You didn’t have time to think about that though as Ethan pulled you into the corn maze, his hand tugging you behind him as he kissed softly against your head. “What’s on your mind?”

“N-Nothin’,” you whisper, shaking your head as you look back timidly. It was just your friends following you, laughing and giggling. You couldn’t focus on them, not when Ethan was dragging you through the corn maze in the dark of night. It was certainly a night of multiple things, spooks from people being too loud and making you think someone was about to kill you, and screams from said spooks.

The corn maze was certainly living up to its name — even though Ethan said he knew this place like the back of his hand, you still ended up going into dead ends.

You knew Ethan was too smart to be doing this, but when you looked back, Mindy and Anika were gone.

“Wh-Where are the girls?” You asked, but Chad shook his head.

“They went their own way, but they’ll be okay,” he assured you as Ethan pulled you closer.

“Don’t be scared, peaches… you’re safe with me, and I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you,” he winked, smiling widely as he took a sharp turn. It was dark in this part of the maze, and each hair on your arms stood up straight as goosebumps sprouted on your skin. “Look at me.”

You looked up, inhaling sharply when you saw the Buck 120 in his hand. “Wh-What is that?”

“Just something to protect us,” he whispers back, basically cooing at you as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, right?”

Your thoughts were running a million miles per minute as you stared at the blade, swallowing. “So it’s… for protection?”

He hummed, nodding as he let the knife trail along your cheek. “To protect you from anyone who wants to hurt you.”

You let out a soft whimper as his hand cups your cunt through the lace panties you wore, his middle finger finding the patch of wetness from arousal coming from your cunt. “Promise?”

He hummed, nodding as he slowly took the knife from your cheek and put it back into the sheath in his pocket. “I promise.”

“You’re wet,” he whispers in your ear, humming softly as he kisses against the side of your head. “Soaking through your panties… how long have you been wet, hm?”

You tried to shake your head, rolling your hips mindlessly into his fingers. “O-Oh please… I don’t… don’t do that,” you whisper, shaking your head before he softly tuts into your ear.

“It’s okay peaches, I’ll be gentle,” he mutters as he unbuttons the sheath for the knife and slowly drags the handle and along your slit. “I won’t hurt you at all. Just gonna make you feel so good…”

You whined as he teased your fluttering cunt with the back end of the knife, his other hand pushing between the two of you and ripping your panties in two. As a gasp left your lips, Ethan let the butt of the knife slowly push into you, a groan leaving his mouth as he watched your hips move desperately.

“E-Ethan, it hurts!” You whined, but a shake of his head almost made the pain go away. It didn’t really hurt, not as much as it could’ve. The handle of the knife slowly kept pushing into you, and if you thought hard enough, you could’ve just imagined it was a dildo.

“No it doesn’t,” he cooed, softly kissing against your cheek as he carefully held the guard on the knife that was not there before. When did he slip that on? “It doesn’t hurt at all, peaches, doesn’t seem like it does… no, you’re enjoying yourself… enjoying getting fucked like a whore.”

Oh, your thoughts went to mush.

Your hips rutted on their own, a whine coming from your lips as you desperately tried to stop the rolling of your hips. Maybe he was right though, especially when a string of moans left your lips as he started thrusting the hilt of the knife inside of you. “Y-Yes… I like it, I-I’m enjoying it…”

He smirked as he shifted his grip on the knife, getting more leverage to thrust it as deep as he could inside of you. The handle of the knife was made of polished black wood, and the curve of silver on the butt pushed right against that perfect spot inside of you that just made you squeal. “I know you are peaches, come on,” he continued to coo, pushing his thumb roughly against your clit which made your hips rut. “Come on, I want to get you to squirt…”

Quickly, you started shaking your head, unconsciously rutting your hips with a whine. “N-No, Ethan-!”

“You can do it baby, you know I’ve always loved it when you squirt,” he whispers in your ear, his hand moving the hilt of the gun deeper inside of you, pushing so much so that the cool metal of the bolster finally pushed into you and the heel stayed cool against the sensitive ring of your cunt. “I want you to squirt.”

You were sobbing as you tried to stop rutting your hips, but it was muscle memory at this point — it felt like your body needed him. “Don’t do that, please-!”

“Oh, but you want to,” Ethan growled out, running your clit faster as your stomach began to clench. “I think I made you squirt the first time you came once, right? I’m gonna try to do it again.”

A sob escaped your mouth as you shook your head, holding his shoulders as his face hushed into the crook of your neck. “N-No, don’t do that-!”

“Shut up,” he growled out, pushing the knife upwards to get a new angle inside of you. The feeling made your mind blur, eyes rolling back as your mouth opened wide and your head fell back. “I brought us to a dead end, but you’re going to get someone to come down this damn path and find you humping on a knife like a fucking slut.”

You wanted to protest, but you couldn’t, not when your stomach was clenching and twisting. You were so close and he knew it, and you hated that. Another loud whine fell from your lips, your knees going weak before he pushed his knee between your legs, holding you up by pressing against your thighs.

Maybe this would be the second time that he would make you squirt on the first time you came, a whine falling from your mouth as your stomach clenched and twisted. You were about to cum, and he knew that – just by looking at your face scrunch up and a whine start to develop loudly in the back of your throat, tears pricking in your eyes so much that mascara already began dripping down your cheeks.

“You were so proud of your makeup today,” he whispers in your ear, the knife moving faster and rougher as you whine. “And you looked so pretty…”

You did look pretty, achieving that perfect look of pearlescent glitter on your eyelids, mascara bonding your natural lashes to strip lashes, and your entire face beat on point with absolutely no flaws – from your foundation to the matching highlighter on your cheeks to your still perfect lipstick.

“But now look at you. Mascara ruined, eyes all puffy…” he coos, one of his hands moving from your thighs to cup your jaw. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

You started to shake your head, but with one sharp twist of the knife inside of you officially made you cum undone, sobbing as you came on the end of the blade, a groan falling from his mouth as he continuously rubbed his thumb while holding the hilt of the knife inside of your cunt. He positioned his hand to hold the Buck 120 inside of you, rubbing your clit and thrusting it in and out of you to push you through your high.

“N-No, stop!” Tears continued to run down your cheeks as he kissed your lips, groaning loudly. “E-Ethan-!”

“Do it,” he growled out, his mouth opening wider to capture your mouth in his. “You’re so close.”

He continued to rub at your clit, groaning against your lips as you tried to back your hips away from him. “N-No-!”

A loud groan fell from his lips as you clamped down on the hilt of the gun, a sob leaving your mouth as you felt your stomach clench before all of the pressure slowly unveiled. You squeezed your eyes shut as he groaned, watching the streams of liquid get all over his black tactical pants you had chosen for him, soaking through his clothes.

Ethan laughs as he pulls the knife out of you, humming softly when he sees all of your cum on the hilt of the blade. He pushed it into his mouth, licking against the hilt as he pulled his hand away from your face and to start pulling off his pants.

“Ethan, I-I don’t,” you sobbed softly as he pumped himself, gasping when you saw his bright red tip already dribbling precum. Your eyes rolled back as he leaned forward, slowly pushing into you with a soft groan. “Oh goodness-”

“There we go peaches,” he whispers, smiling as he tilted his head back and pulled your legs around his waist. He groaned as he started to gently roll his hips, letting out a soft laugh as you held his shoulders. “Mmm, you’re enjoying it now, hm?”

Were you? You had to be, you were letting him do it.

So, with a shaky nod, you pushed your face into his neck and let yourself moan loudly into his ear. “Y-Yes… yes, I’m enjoying it.”

He laughed, nodding as his hips got faster and rougher, a soft grunt falling from his lips. “I know you fucking are… you were so desperate for me to fuck you that you got off on a fucking knife.”

You were eager to shake your head, whining as you tried to push him away, but soft tuts into your ear stopped you. “I-I didn’t mean to-!”

“Yes you did,” Ethan growled out, groaning as he pulled away from your neck to hold your face with a strong hand. “Yes you fucking did. You’re such a fucking whore for me, such a fucking slut. A desperate fucking slut-whore.”

You tried to shake your head but his hand wrapped tightly around your neck, eyes rolling back as he pressed pressure against your windpipe. Your vision blurred, a strangled moan coming from your mouth as his hips started to speed up, his cock dragging inside of you.

“You try to deny it… but you fucking need me,” he kept going, but your mind was so blurry that you couldn’t do anything at all, only moaning and taking his cock like an obedient slut. You didn’t fight him, not anymore – it felt too good, he always made you feel so good. “God, you make me feel so good, peaches… your cunt has always been so good and perfect for me.”

A whine left your mouth, nodding mindlessly as your hips started to buck on their own again. You wanted it so bad, you needed his cock. His thrusts were rough, pushing in and out of you, in and out.

“God, I’m going to cum,” he growled out, his hand pulling away from your neck which finally made you inhale deeply. “I’m going to cum inside of you…”

This was the only thing that made you snap out of it, whining. “W-Wait-! I don’t-”

“No,” he growled out, shaking his head. “I need to cum inside of you, please,” his voice gets whiny this time, the pause in his thrusts making you swallow back a whine of desperation. He was right, you needed him at this point. Your stomach was burning from overstimulation, a strong rut of your hips occurring as a result of his thumb sliding over your puffy clit. “Please let me come inside of you…”

You swallowed, trying to shake your head before he continued rutting his hips. His cock was dragging inside of you, rubbing and hitting against every sensitive spot inside of you, pushing and thrusting against that g-spot deep inside of you that made your stomach clench. Your eyes rolled back, he thrusted and thrusted so hard that you couldn’t think.

“E-Ethan-!” You sobbed, inhaling as his tip grazed so deep inside of you the knot in your stomach snapped and you gushed cum around his cock again. He was pushing you toward the verge of squirting again, and you knew that he would love that.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his hips speeding up as you bounced against the cornstalks. You hadn’t noticed how dark it was in this part of the corn maze, and it made your stomach twist in slight fear – or it was another orgasm, either one was possible. “Gonna cum…”

You tried to form words of protest, but it was too late as he thrusted his hips a few more rough times, his cock pushing into entire new areas that you had never felt before and made your toes curl as your vision went white.

The feeling of his hot spurts of cum made you squirm, the feeling foreign. Ethan had always used condoms, and this was the first time he had ever come inside of you.

You were too tired to form words of protest, whines coming from your mouth as you shakily held his shoulders, inhaling. “Ethan-”

“Hush,” he whispers, softly kissing your lips. “You can’t ever leave me now, darling… ever.”

ah, that was so fun to write! i'm sorry i took so long too -- but i hope you enjoy it! also, my requests are now open for young Coriolanus snow if you're interested in requesting for him!

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[roseonvenus]

JUST YOU AND ME — TREVOR SPENGLER

pt.1 pt.2

pairing: trevor spengler x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, making out , p in v sex , nothing too major ig idk

I was shocked at how non hesitant I was to leave the party with Trevor.

"Let's get out of here..." he whispers against my neck before pecking small kisses onto it. I ran my hands through his curls. "Just you and me," he adds.

Then again I did feel like we clicked the instant we made eye contact when I walked through that door.

The car was filled with drunken laughs and rambles, while some random music that I would've never listened to on my own played in the back round.

The windows were rolled down and the feeling of the wind blowing my hair slightly every which way gave me a sense of freedom.

Trevor gave me a sense of freedom.

I had no idea where he was heading to and I had a slight feeling he didn't either.

Until we pulled into a small cliff with the most beautiful view I've ever seen.

"you're not about to murder me are you?" I look towards him making a laugh escape from his lips.

He pulled me closer towards him. his lanky fingers tracing my jaw and our noses touching slightly. He kisses my lips so softly.

"I would never wanna hurt you.." he whispers, his lips planting kids down to my neck.

A small moan leaves my mouth. I place my hand onto his shoulder, feeling his kisses get more needy I through my head back while my fingers tangle into his perfect curls.

He pulls away , my body missing him already.

"Was that okay?" He looks at my eyes to my lips then back into my eyes while I nod.

He pecks my lips once making me giggle then multiple more times as we laugh between kisses.

"I think the back it a hundred times more comfortable, what do you think?" his voice was so raspy and so addicting to hear.

"I think.. we'll have to see for ourselves" I get out the front seat to move to the back leaving him in awe before he follows me to the back.

Once he's in the back with me I waste zero time getting on top of him. One leg on each side as we made out.

Saying this again I've never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly. He was so amazing and got me excited.

If this were any other guy I probably would've never left that party , much less be having sex with them within a couple hours of knowing them, but Trevor wasn't like any other guy. which is what made it so much more easier to be here with him.

In the back of his car.

Making out.

"Are you okay?" He says as he pulled away breathlessly. I nod as he plants a soft kiss onto my forehead before holding me from my back a slowly laying me down onto the car seat while he hovered over me.

" 'sure you still wanna do this?" he asked. I looked him straight in the eyes. He was so perfect.

"I wouldn't wanna do this with anyone else" I responded gently.

"I'm gonna take this off , okay?" he says , rubbing my sides. In response I help in remove my blouse deciding to move a bit quicker I remove my bra knowing he was watching me.

I look over at him , his mouth slightly open and his brows slightly lifted. "Don't you think you should remove you're shirt too?" I ask with a small chuckle.

"Oh right!" he says snapping out of his thoughts as he removes his t-shirt throwing it somewhere off to the side.

I place my hands on his chest running my fingers down it as we make eye contact.

My hands leave his chest then meet he button of my jeans I look back at him , then just remove my bottoms along with my panties.

I wanted to seem a bit bold so I reach for his belt , removing it slowly while teasingly having my hand on his crotch.

"You gonna take them off?" I ask , he nods slowly taking off his pants and boxer as I decide to lay back.

He then hovers over me again, "You really beautiful" he whispers moving a strand of hair out of my face.

I smile up at him , "um.. do you have condoms?" I ask him nervously.

"oh shit yea.." he reaches over to the glove department coming back with a condom.

He notices a questionable look on my face , "Perks of having a hovering mom" he reassures. I chuckle watching him put the condom on.

He clears his throat , "Have you done this before?"

I nod my head "Have you?"

"I mean not really" he says awkwardly " I mean no" he seemed embarrassed.

"Hey, it's okay" I lift his head "My first time wasn't anything I wanted it to be so we can basically experience this and learn together, okay?"

he smiles "okay"

"you can start.." I plant kisses on his jaw he moans slightly making him grind against me causing me to moan.

"fuck" he breaths out taking his fingers to run them through my folds making me jump a little. "oh shit finn-" my words are cut bye my moans as he stick a finger in and then another and curling them inside me.

"fuck you're so good at that!" I shut my eyes throwing my head back.

my eyes snap open as his fingers slip out of me , but that missing feeling is soon gone as he sticks his dick inside of me slowly as I enjoy the feeling of his length filling me.

"oh God-" I whine his cock stretching me out on the most pleasurable way.

" shit.." he says as he's fully in , he begins to create a smooth and steady rhythm in and out of me.

"finn!" I moan out , he became a bit more rough with each thrust making the both of us weaker and seconds away from spilling out.

"God finn don't stop" my nails dig into his back making him whimper out of slight pain and pleasure.

his hand reaches for my clit rubbing it as he thrusts deeply making me feel amazing.

I hide my face into his neck feeling my self come near my edge. "I know your close.." he whispers "I am too" he groans

the car filled with moans and whimpers, and the temperature was more heated.

a chain of moans escapes both our mouths as we finally reach out highs.

finn drops on top of me as we try and catch our breathes, "fuck that was amazing" he says breathlessly.

I swallow trying to breathe "yea.. it was" he looks up at me before planting kisses onto my forehead.

we spent most of the night in his car enjoying one anothers company and just resting together.

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[roseonvenus]

ursula!! i have a request if you’re up for it:

what if the reader is a singer, let’s say she’s successful like taylor swift and the whole friendship bracelet thing was invented by her and her fans. what if jack made a bracelet with his number on it and gave it to her at her concert, like travis did to taylor? i think that’d be soooo cute!

how was your concert? i hope u had fun!

omfg i love this request!!!!! taylor and travis are so fucking cute, i love them so much. and the shows were amazing, thank you for asking! the energy was incredible and i was so happy with the surprise songs 🥺

friendship bracelets — jack champion

word count: 1,688

pairing: jack champion x singer!fem!reader

summary: jack goes to y/n's concert and hands her team a friendship bracelet with his number, but she doesn't reach out until she sees a clip of him from an interview where he confesses what he did.

warnings: none!

Y/N’S SINGING CAREER HAD BEEN SUCCESSFUL SINCE THE VERY BEGINNING. At only 19 years of age, she was on the peak of her career and currently doing a world tour with sold out stadiums. She was not only praised because of her versatile discography, but also for her lyricism and the unique bond she had with her fans.

Jack loved her music, so he was really excited when the sponsors of the stadium reached out to offer him tickets for the show. Alongside his friends, Jack made friendship bracelets—a cute tradition within the fandom—, and he had the idea of making one with his number on it.

“Do you seriously think you will be able to give her that?” Romeo, his friend, asked in disbelief as they walked towards their seats.

“A guy can dream” Jack simply said.

“I don’t think she sees anyone after the show. The girl performs for three hours.” Willa told him, not wanting him to get his hopes too high.

“Maybe I could give it to someone of her team.”

“She’s a hot, successful singer, J. She probably gets handed so many phone numbers.” his friend said.

Jack sighed. “Okay, I get it. Jesus. Have you two ever heard of the term ‘positivity’?” he asked bitterly.

“Have you ever heard of the term ‘delusional’?” Romeo asked. Jack rolled his eyes and changed the topic.

It wasn’t that crazy, right?

TURNS OUT ‘DELUSIONAL’ WAS THE RIGHT WORD. After the amazing show, Jack managed to give the bracelet to one of Y/N’s security guards and the boy was optimistic about it. But then, after one week of radio silence, he came in terms with reality—she was untouchable. He was an actor in the rising and she was a global superstar, what gave him the idea that she was going to reach out? His friends were right, he was indeed delusional.

“I saw you exchanging friendship bracelets at Y/N’s show! How was it? Are you a fan?” his interviewer asked him.

Jack smiled like a little kid at the question. “Yes, it was incredible. Is there anything that girl can’t do? Everything was mind blowing—her outfits, the visuals, her voice, her performance. It was honestly the best concert I’ve ever been to.” he said in pure awe. “And yes, I’m a big fan.”

“Did you make friendship bracelets or did you just receive them?”

“Both! I made a lot. It was a very therapeutic experience, to be honest” the young actor laughed. “I actually made one for Y/N, with my phone number on it.” he admitted shyly.

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope” he laughed awkwardly.

“Did she get it?”

“I don’t know. She hasn’t reached out, but she receives lots of gifts so maybe she hasn’t seen it yet, or maybe she doesn’t text strangers, which makes a lot of sense.”

“Oh my god” the interviewer said in excitement. “That is so adorable! Hope this gets to her! I’m sure the fans will sent her this clip.”

“Oh- please don’t bombard her, guys! I don’t want to make her uncomfortable! It was a silly thing to do.” Jack blushed, instantly regretting having shared the anecdote.

Obviously, his fans didn’t hesitate to do everything in their power to get the video viral. And, as lots of his fans were also fans of hers, the clip appeared on Y/N’s timeline in no time.

She was familiar with Jack. Even though he hadn’t starred in a lot of movies, he was a part of two huge franchises which Y/N, of course, knew about. And he was also one of—if not the—prettiest guys she had ever seen, so she remembered his face. She could not pass this opportunity up.

code red sabrina!!! come to my house asap

WHAT IS WRONG WHAT HAPPENED

this VERY CUTE actor went to my concert last week and put his number on a friendship bracelet and i just found out

okay???? why do you need me?

i have like a thousand fb, i need your help to find it

um… why don’t you just slide into his dms?

that would be easier, but he made that fb and i want it. pretty please? 🥺

fineeee, omw

“I GOT IT.” Sabrina screamed after hours of going through mountains of friendship bracelets.

“OH MY GOD.” Y/N screamed back, grabbing the bracelet and saving the contact on her phone. “Okay, I’m texting him.”

hey jack, what’s your favorite scary movie? 👀🔪🩸

um… i don’t like this, i’m out

“You’re so lame.” Sabrina laughed.

no wait, i’m sorry i was trying to be cool

it’s y/n y/l/n

very funny 🙄 is this you mason?

no, for real. it’s y/n

i saw your clip from the interview and i literally spent the whole day looking for that fucking friendship bracelet and here i am now :)

i’m sorry i didn’t see it before, i feel awful

is this really y/n?

i’m facetiming you

“Hi!” Y/N said cheerfully when Jack answered. His mouth was agape as he started at his celebrity crush. “Do you believe me now?”

“Holy shit! I wasn’t that delusional after all.” Jack said, making her frown. “Oh, my friends called me delusional for expecting you to text me. They were right for like a week.”

“You should’ve just sent me a dm, you’re verified.” Y/N laughed. “But I actually really liked the bracelet. It was original, and thoughtful and beyond adorable.”

“Thank you.” he blushed. “I’m sorry if my fans were harassing you with that clip, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No! I’m glad you did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known about you trying to get me your number.” she smiled. “I really liked you in avatar and scream, by the way! Wish I’ve known you were at my concert, would’ve liked to meet you.”

“It’s not late.” he found himself saying. “I mean, we can meet up, if you want.”

“Like a date?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Yes… only if you’d like it to be a date.”

“I would love to, Jack!”

Y/N AND JACK HAD THEIR FIRST DATE ONE WEEK AFTER THEIR FIRST CONVERSATION. Jack went to the singer’s house, for more privacy. They were aware that if they went to a restaurant, it would be all over the media and they preferred to keep quiet at least until they knew things between them were going to be serious.

After a couple of dates and weeks of talking, they both knew something good and real had formed between them. Y/N felt completely normal around Jack. He wasn’t like other boys she had dated, who always wanted to go out and make sure the reporters saw them or tried to seduce her with their expensive cars and luxurious mansions. Jack was grounded, kind, sweet and funny. He wasn’t intimidated by her success and her fame. Quite the contrary, Jack admired her and was in awe every time he saw her writing down lyrics on her journal or played songs on the guitar for him. Y/N was sure he was the one, and she wanted to call him hers.

“I have something for you.” Y/N said as they were laying on her bed. Jack was on his back, while the girl was sprawled on top of him.

“What?” he asked curiously.

Y/N got off him to grab something from the drawer. “I wanted to ask you something, but I thought this was the right way considering how it all started.”

Jack laughed in confusion. “You’re not making any sense.” Y/N handed him the thing she was hiding on her palm and Jack fell silent.

The blood rushed into his cheeks, and a smile broke into his face. His heart was beating so fast he was surprised they weren’t able to hear it. His eyes lifted up to find her anxious ones. Y/N was biting her lip nervously, and her hands played with the hem of her skirt as she waited for the boy to say something.

“You’re so cute.” he finally said, holding tightly onto the friendship bracelet that read ‘Be my boyfriend?’. “Yes, I’d love to be your boyfriend, Y/N.” Jack grabbed her wrist and brought her back into his chest, and then captured her lips with his. “I can’t believe this is happening. Feels like a dream.”

Y/N laughed “I know, I can’t believe you’re mine.“ she pecked his lips. “There’s one more thing. I have a show in two days.”

“Yeah, I know.” he furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing where the conversation was headed.

“Would you like to go? Like, be on the VIP tent” she said, and then added in a shy tone. “As my boyfriend.”

Jack widened his eyes. “Are you sure? I have no rush to make this public.”

“I know, and I adore you for not pushing me, but I want this. I really do.”

The boy’s smile shone brighter than the sun. “I’d love to, babe.”

So, two days later, Jack stood on the vip tent, watching his mesmerising girlfriend perform. He blushed through the entire show, because the singer couldn’t stop looking at him—especially when singing love songs.

Y/N was also having the time of her life. Seeing Jack singing along to her songs, dancing and recording everything with a huge smile like a proud boyfriend was one of the most heartwarming sights in the world. Her favourite part, though, was running straight into his arms at the end of the show. Despite being covered in sweat, Jack kissed her all over her face as he muttered how amazing she was.

“Look at your arms!” Y/N laughed as she looked at the friendship bracelets that were practically covering all of his arms.

“They’re killing my blood circulation but they’re so cute” Jack laughed. “One girl called my king of manifestation.”

Y/N bursted out laughing. “I should write a song about it.”

“You better.” he kissed her temple. “Let’s go home, you need to rest.”

“I’m so happy.” Y/N said as they climbed inside the van. She rested her head on Jack’s chest as he played with her hair.

He looked down at and smiled before pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Me too. Never been happier.”

[roseonvenus]

BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

 She wanted Mike Schmidt.

 Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist. 

 4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so. 

 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her. 

 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

 It was the same way she reacted when he was close. 

 Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door. 

 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch. 

 4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet. 

 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall. 

 “Sorry. S’ just me.”

 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

 “Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off. 

 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils. 

 “Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught. 

 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing. 

 Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

 But she could learn to try. 

 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

 Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hasn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon. 

 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until the rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting his digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left. 

 “You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint. 

 Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs. 

 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep. 

 “Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation. 

 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether. 

 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum. 

 Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality. 

 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds. 

 “It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum. 

 “You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

 “Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased. 

 “Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin. 

 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. 

 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

 “Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel. 

 “Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself. 

 “Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release. 

 “Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room. 

 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this. 

 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there. 

 “I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

[roseonvenus]

✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI

summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more

warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding

word count. 1.1k

a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao

“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.

anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.

chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.

“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.

“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”

“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.

you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.

he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.

it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.

you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.

but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.

“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.

“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.

his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.

not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.

“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.

“we’re sharing a room.”

his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren’t aware since you were looking down.

“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”

“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.

“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.

“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”

the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.

and to make things worse, there was only one bed.

“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.

“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.

“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”

“dick,” you muttered.

“what did you say, brat?”

“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.

after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.

the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.

you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.

walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.

“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.

“at least give me a pillow.”

“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.

you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.

"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.

"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.

before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.

"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."

it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.

you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.

"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.

"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.

"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."

you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.

"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.

"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."

flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"

it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.

"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"

"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.

ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.

"i'm in love with you, god damnit."

before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.

you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.

“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”

you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.

you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.

“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.

“fuck, y/n.”

“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.

ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.

his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.

he was big.

“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.

you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.

leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.

“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.

after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.

“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.

“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”

you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.

you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”

“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.

“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.

“don’t need to beg, baby.”

with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.

ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.

“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.

using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.

“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.

“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.

“im a jerk,” he added.

“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.

“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”

“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.

“i think i love you.”

“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”

“can’t you be serious?” he joked.

“fine, i love you too.”

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✮ 2. size difference — ethan landry

ethan's hips slammed violently into yours, his fingernails digging into the plush skin as he pulled you close to meet his thrusts.

"you like that, slut?" he spat, taking in your fucked out state as you nodded frantically, the feeling of him penetrating your insides making you spiral.

"fucked you dumb, huh?"

when you didn't respond, you couldn't respond, he placed his hand over your stomach and pressed down--a small squeal leaving your lips in response.

"i can feel myself deep inside you," he groaned, his hand laying flat on your stomach as the other hand came up to cup your face.

his thumb brushed over your lips, pushing past the softness of them and resting the pad against your tongue.

you immediately closed your mouth around him, sucking lightly causing his thrusts to still, his own mouth falling agap.

"such a small, dumb thing," he groaned before starting up again and sinking into you.

"so, so small."

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high infidelity — ethan landry

word count: 1,910

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n and chad are in a dying relationship and ethan brings y/n back to life.

warnings: cheating (try not to do that!). fluff (might be a bit cringey??). sexual tension.

author’s note: i’m sorry if this isn’t super great, but my inspiration left the chat this week and college has been super hard too :(

EVER SINCE LIV’S DEATH, CHAD HAD CLUNG ONTO Y/N AS IF SHE WAS THE LIFEBUOY THAT KEPT HIM FROM DROWNING. At first, she was thrilled because she had had a crush on him for way too long. But eventually, he started healing and slowly began to pull away from her, yet not quite letting go. It was a miserable place to be for Y/N, and she was left trying to hold onto the remaining pieces of the relationship that meant a lot to her.

Chad was the first person Y/N had ever loved, and she really thought it was going to last forever. Looking now, she cursed herself for being such a hopeless romantic and creating too much expectations for a teenage relationship, especially for being her first one. Hell, she had even followed Chad all the way to New York.

As soon as they stepped foot in the city, Y/N panicked. A new reason not to break up with him just entered the list—if she did, she would be alone, in an unknown city where she didn’t have anyone but him. Because that was the truth, while she really liked Mindy, Sam and Tara, they weren’t her family as much as they were Chad’s.

They included her in their plans, but that didn’t mean she felt part of the group. She would’ve felt really lonely if it weren’t for Ethan Landry, her boyfriend’s roommate, who understood her silences like no one else and made her days lit up with just the sight of his smile. Two introverted loners who found a safe place in the other.

Y/N’s name had been engraved on Ethan’s heart since the very first day he saw her. He was disappointed to find out her heart belonged to his roommate, but it didn’t take him long to realize that maybe that wasn’t quite true—yes, Chad held her heart, but it didn’t belong to him. It was obvious Chad didn’t love her enough, and it was slowly killing her.

It boiled Ethan’s blood. Chad didn’t realize he was lucky enough to have the most amazing girl in his arms and he had been taking her for granted and neglecting her. And Y/N didn’t realize Ethan was there, willing to lover her with all his heart and show her the appreciation she deserved, and instead she was dancing around the truth of her dying relationship. Why couldn’t she see him?

Yet everything changed on April 29th. As almost every Friday, Chad had dragged her girlfriend and best friend to a frat party despite their countless complaints.

“Chad, you know I don’t feel comfortable at these parties. It’s not my scenery. I can’t stand crowded places and loud music” Y/N continued to fight her case.

“Stop complaining for one day” Chad groaned. “Don’t be boring, it’s just for a couple of hours and I’ll be right there with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, she wanted to yell so many truths. It made her a bit annoyed that Chad couldn’t understand she wasn’t being “boring”, she genuinely felt anxious and suffocated. She didn’t even understand why Chad wanted her there, considering that within the first five minutes he would leave her alone to talk to some frat boys or to get wasted.

“Hey, it’s fine. If you really can’t stand it, we’ll leave” Ethan said in a low voice, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance.

“Okay” she nodded, her body relaxing a bit. Why couldn’t Chad be more understanding?

CHAD DIDN’T EVEN WAIT FOR Y/N TO ENTER THE HOUSE BEFORE HE LOST HIMSELF IN THE CROWD OF PISSED PEOPLE. Once again, Y/N was left behind by him and if it weren’t for Ethan, she would have been completely alone in an unsettling place.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, noticing her tense shoulders.

“Just want the night to be over” she sighed. “I’m going to get a drink, you want one?”

“Sure” the boy nodded.

Pushing and shoving, she managed to get to the table filled with drinks. Knowing Ethan wasn’t really a huge fan of alcohol, she chose the less strong drinks. She turned around, cups in hand, ready to go back to Ethan when she slammed into a hard chest.

“Hey, gorgeous” a tall guy she didn’t know spoke. The strong scent of vodka invaded her nose and she couldn’t help but scrunch her nose in disgust.

“Um, hi. Could you move, please?” she asked politely.

“Dance with me” it wasn’t a question, more like a command.

She scoffed “Go bother someone else”

“Playing hard to get? I like it” he smirked, grabbing her waist. She tried to step back, not being able to do anything with her occupied hands, but the guy wouldn’t let her.

“Let me go” she glared up at him.

Before the unknown guy could respond, she was pulled away from him and new hands gripped her hips. This time, she leaned into the touch, recognising the strong male cologne coming from behind her. The protective and strong grip made her feel relaxed and secured, the way she always felt when he was around.

“Are you deaf? Back away from her” Ethan’s tone was new to her ears. It was confident, threatening and harsh. This side of Ethan was hot, and Y/N’s body grew warm.

“Sorry, didn’t know she had a boyfriend” the guy stepped back.

“Doesn’t matter if she has a boyfriend or not, she said no, so you walk away and leave her alone, got it?” Ethan spoke between his teeth. Once the guy left, his soft demeanour came back, but Y/N couldn’t stop replaying the way he had acted a few seconds ago. “Did he hurt you?”

Y/N shook her head, staring at him intensely. “Thank you” she said in a low tone. The lust she was feeling clouded all her senses, and it was hard to do anything but stare at him.

Her eyes spelled desire, and while Ethan could sometimes be oblivious, he was definitely not stupid. “You can’t look at me like that” his tone was a bit shaky.

“You are looking at me the same way, Ethan. That’s kinda hypocritical” she said, not taking her eyes off him as she took a sip from her drink.

He clenched his jaw and backed her into a corner. Her back collided harshly against the wall but that’s not why she gasped. One of Ethan’s thighs sneaked between hers, applying a bit of pressure to her heat. And if she hadn’t been aroused before, she definitely was now.

“You look so fucking hot tonight” he used that tone she recently discovered and was already a fan of.

Her hands gripped his biceps and her doe eyes almost made him collapse to the ground. Her look was one of need, but they also held sweetness and adoration and Ethan swore it was his downfall.

“Ethan” she said his name unlike ever before. She wasn’t just calling him, it was the recognition of something she had known for a while and was finally ready to admit.

“Yes?” he said hopeful. Their lips were close, yet not daring to touch. The desire was so strong that the gravity was becoming too much.

They were on a treacherous slope, and the smart thing would be to walk away but it felt like they were standing on quicksand. And while the path they were about to began was reckless, they knew it was worth it.

“I like you” she finally said.

The party and the people went out of focus in that moment. Ethan had dreamed about those words coming out of her mouth for so many months that finally hearing them in real life almost made him cry. He couldn’t help it, and before he realized what he was doing his lips captured hers.

It was like her heart started again, as if that kiss brought her back to life. Feelings Y/N thought were buried after her failed relationship with Chad had been slowly starting to make their way towards the surface once she began to spend time with Ethan. And now, right there in the dimly lit room, with music so loud it caused a migraine, and his body pressed against hers, they had finally reached the surface.

IN THE MORNING, Y/N WOKE UP WITH THE WEIGHT OF ETHAN’S BODY OVER HER. It took a few seconds for the memories to sink in, but once they did, her face broke into a smile. She looked down and had to fight the urge to grab her phone and take a picture—the boy had his face hidden on the crook of her neck as he breathed peacefully, his unfairly long eyelashes tickling her skin and his strong arm around her bare stomach. How could someone be that beautiful? Ethan was mesmerising and breathtaking, a literal angel.

He woke up a few minutes later, and his confused face was probably the cutest thing Y/N had ever witnessed. And then, when he caught sight of her, his entire being lit up and constellations appeared in his eyes.

“So it wasn’t a dream” he spoke with a raspy voice.

Y/N threw her head back laughing “Hi, you look really cute in the morning. I could get used to it.”

“I would love to get up like this every morning” he said with a lovey smile, “Though maybe we should talk about what we are going to do.”

Y/N nodded “Yeah. Well, I know I’m going to break up with Chad. But should I tell him about this… us?”

“He’s going to be furious, things are going to get awkward, and he’s probably going to hate us… but lying would be worse.” Ethan said, and she hummed in agreement. “Do you think I should be there? When you tell him, I mean.”

She thought about it for a second and then shook her head “I don’t think that’s a good idea. That might be too overwhelming for him”

Ethan nodded and silence filled the room for a few minutes. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course” she relied softly.

“Are you sure about me? I mean, I’m not some kind of getaway car, am I?” Ethan asked, the insecurity in his voice broke Y/N’s heart.

“Eth, no. Absolutely not” she sat up, face expression as serious as her voice. “You know, before I met you, I thought I was in love with Chad. And then you came and made me feel at home, protected, at peace and you made me realize that while I do hold love for Chad, I’m not in love with him.”

“And… are you in love with me?” he asked unsure.

Y/N smiled and peck his lips. “I’m so in love with you that every time you’re around my chest feels like exploding”

Ethan finally smiled and pulled her to his bare chest so she could feel his heartbeats. “I’m in love with you, too, as you can tell. To be honest, I’ve known it since the first time I met you.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait for so long. If I hadn’t been so scared, maybe I would’ve realized it sooner. It was kinda obvious, though. You have become my happy place.”

“You say the sweetest things, you’re going to melt my heart, love” Ethan said, looking at her completely enamoured.

“I feel like I should warn you—I’m the clingiest, most cheesy and affectionate girl in the world.”

“Warnings taken, I’m still staying.”

“Are you sure? You still have the opportunity to ran away” she said with a teasing smirk.

“Why would I ran away from my happy place?”

[roseonvenus]

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[roseonvenus]

Reader feeling stressed and JJ sitting on the bed, leads you in between his legs and starts fingering you until you squirt

-͟͟͞☆ stress relief with jj...

warnings fem!reader, fingering, squirting, dirty talk/language, praise (PLEASE gimme a jj rn i need him so bad)

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"Baby, I can hear your thoughts from all the way over here."

"It's fine, J. I'm almost done," you say, returning to your assignment. "Five more minutes."

"You said that two hours ago."

You swivel around in your chair, away from your desk to face him. You pinch the bridge of your nose with a huff. "It has not been two hours, J. Don't be so dramatic."

"Has too." JJ taps at his phone and turns the screen to face you. "See? I've been timing you since you said it. Two hours, seventeen minutes and fifty-four seconds."

Your jaw drops, and the guilt washes through you. It feels like it's been ten minutes since you said that at most. School has really been driving you crazy, not to mention juggling work alongside it.

"C'mere. Drop your shorts."

Your eyes threaten to pop out of your head. "What? No! You drop your pants!"

He cocks his head to the side, giving you a look. "I'm not gonna ask you again. Shorts and panties off, baby."

Once you're naked from the waist down, he motions you over to him, spreading his legs apart so you can sit between them. He brings two fingers to your mouth, silently instructing you to suck on them and get them wet. You gasp when they come into contact with your core, and lean back further into JJ's hold. He then circles your clit softly, starting to warm you up.

"You're wearin' yourself thin, princess. 'M gettin' worried about you."

"You don't n-need to be. I got it."

"I know you do, superwoman," he says. "But that doesn't mean I'm not here to help."

JJ kisses the skin of your exposed shoulder (internally thanking the gods that you chose to wear a tank top), as he tries to soothe you and give yourself over to him fully. He wanted you out of your head and in the moment, well-aware of all the pent-up stress you're holding in. His unoccupied hand cups your breast through the thin and flimsy fabric covering it, feeling your bud perk up underneath his palm.

"Mm," you sigh, your hand coming over his while he kneads the soft flesh.

"Gonna get you to relax, baby. Let me do that for you," he pleads.

You nod, your eyes shutting as his fingers abandon your clit and probe at your seeping entrance. He pushes the tip of his middle finger inside, just enough to tease you but not nearly enough to satisfy your cravings. "Not fair. Don't tease."

He chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. "Fine, but only 'cause you've been working so hard."

He slides in knuckle-deep and coiling into your sweet spot. His fingers work wondrously, and you're melting into him more and more as time passes.

"I love your ambition, princess. Your determination. It's sexy as fuck. But you gotta make time for yourself. Rest is just as important."

Your legs feel woozy, and he quickens his pace. He punts against your g-spot, and he's almost drunk on the sounds emitting from your lips. He wets the fingers of his other hand using his mouth, and they start to rub at your clit.

"J, shit. Oh my god, feels so good," you whimper. "'M gonna cum."

"Let it out, baby. Show me how good you are," he encourages. "You got it, c'mon."

Pleasure it hitting you from all over. It's buzzing in your veins, and your skin feels like it's on fire. And the words being whispered in your ear by your boyfriend are only heightening that pleasure. Having a man that talks you through it works wonders, and if it hadn't happened so many times before, you'd be astounded.

"Gonna feel so good, mama. You're gonna squirt for me, get this entire bed soaked, right?"

That's what does it. You let out a high pitched whine, starting to clamp down on JJ's thick fingers, and your release flows out like you're a broken faucet. JJ keeps milking it out of you over and over. You honestly never thought you could squirt so much, not until this very moment, and the relief is wonderful. It's too much and yet you can't get enough all at the same time.

"Keep going, pretty girl. Bein' so good for me. Bet this feels amazing, right?"

And though you can barely nod for him, your volume-increasing cries are enough to signify that you're loving it.

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[roseonvenus]

just ethan smut i need more of himmm

CAM BOY - ETHAN LANDRY 📸

“If you film me while I suck it you could be a superstar!”

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT, blowjob, sub!Ethan, a bit of overstim!

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"Night, Y/n" Ethan flashed you a sweet smile, walking into his bedroom. You smiled back, peeking from the couch to make sure he had locked his door.

You had to wait, as annoying as it was you needed Ethan to be asleep before you made some time for yourself.

It had become a routine, every Friday you'd take out your toy, looking for a new video to watch.

You had become fascinated with a certain account. Out of all the cocks on the website his was always the prettiest.

Your mouth drooled at the stranger's perfect tip, you were convinced you would starve to death if you couldn't have him.

You danced around the dimly lit kitchen in just your panties, pouring yourself a glass of water.

The large teeshirt over your body covered your top half, but you could still see your hard nipples peeking through.

You rubbed your thighs together as you watched the live stream, taking small sips of your water.

You weren't one to comment or send gifts, but with how good the streamer looked you thought about dropping a couple bucks on him.

His large hand pumped his pretty cock, wetness from spit and cum covering his stomach.

His toned chest rose with each deep breath he took, small dirty whimpers falling from his lips.

You tried so hard not to touch yourself, trying to drink your water as quickly and quietly as you could.

A deep moan came from your phone's speakers. It was a little too loud though, making you accidentally drop your glass.

"Fuck" You jumped back, trying not to step on the shattered pieces of glass.

But instead of immediately cleaning up the mess another sound caught your attention.

You furrowed your eyebrows at your phone, hearing almost the exact same noise of glass crashing escape through the speakers.

It had to be a coincidence...right?

It couldn't be Ethan, it just couldn't. He was too nerdy and innocent to do such dirty things.

But you were curious, poking at the broken glass with the broom next to you.

His movements had become tense, his body seconds from getting up.

You could hear the glass noise through your phone, a shocked and confused expression on your face.

The rando you had been drooling over for months was your roommate. It was Ethan Landry.

You couldn't believe it, you had been craving him the entire time without even knowing it.

You didn't care to clean up the mess, walking over to Ethan's room quickly.

"Eth?" Your knocks were echoed through your phone, the stream quickly shutting off.

It was silent for a minute, until you knocked once again wanting to make your presence known.

"Yea?" He rubbed his eyes, pretending that he was asleep.

You stared at him for a bit, his lips were wet with saliva. His hair was messy and his pj pants fell perfectly on his hips...he was also still hard.

You were nervous as you stood in front of him, your body clearly flustered with what you had just discovered.

"Do you need anything y/n/n?"

His heartbeat went faster and faster as you stood in front of him. He knew you knew about it, you had to. After all, you weren't that quiet on your own nights either.

"Are you...? Do you like...uh"

You played with your hands, squeezing your thighs together as Ethan stood tall in front of you.

"I already know what you're gonna ask..." He scratched the back of his neck, his shirt rising up just enough to see his glistening stomach.

"You do?" He nodded at your words, taking a step closer to you. Your body hitched but you didn't pull back, his hand now tucked into your hair.

He pulled you closer and you could feel his boner rub lightly against you, making your panties soaking wet.

You weren't sure how you ended up on the ground, on your knees as Ethan pumped his fat cock in front of you.

His laptop was open beside him, the live stream back on. You had agreed to do it on live. It got you all excited knowing hundreds of people were watching.

You were salivating, wanting a taste of what you had craved for a disgustingly long time.

Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, excitement running through you as you spit on him.

You made patterns on his skin with your fingers, pressing tightly on the warm flesh in your hand.

He shuttered at the movement, biting back his lip in an attempt to stop any noises.

You slid two fingers down his length, teasing his tip as you brought it to your lips.

He watched with dark eyes as your lips wrapped around him, your mouth full with his cock.

His precum tasted so good, your tongue was addicted to the flavor.

He squirmed with a moan while you took him into your mouth, holding back gags as tears formed in your eyes.

Ethan tried his hardest not to stuff his entire cock down your throat, scared to hurt you.

You could tell he was desperate, small and cute whimpers spilling out of him.

His tip hit the back of your throat, hot and hard as he held back.

Tears formed in your eyes and your breath hitched, pulling him out of your throat and closer to your tongue.

Your hands pumped at his burning cock, his body filled with pleasure. He squirmed with each new touch, your hand on his knee with your lips wrapped around him.

He couldn’t get over how sexy you looked. Your knees were red, pretty tears falling from your glistening eyes.

You bobbed your head, the sound of wetness filling the room.

Heat ran through your body, remembering the fact that a camera was recording the entire thing.

He swiped the sticky hair from your face, taking his hand and pushing you closer to his base.

You gagged but didn’t care, Ethan fucking the shit out of your throat. “Shit…shit” his whimpers made you want to cum, sucking all the air from your cheeks to make your hole tighter.

You looked at him with lust and admiration, his eyes squeezed shut as his legs started to shake.

Your hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in soft and slow motions while you watched.

His veins engraved into your lips, doing tricks with your tongue on his now glossy tip.

“Im close, fuck Y/n, I’m m so close” He bit back his lip. His legs starting to shake even more, making you rub your clit harder.

You held his tip in front of your mouth. warm cum oozing out from his cock.

You licked every drop of it up, tasting the warm salty liquid in your throat.

Ethan watched as you took him into your mouth was again, mumbling words that you couldn’t understand.

“It hurts, it hurts”

His whines made you excited, they were so much prettier in real life than in his laggy live streams.

His cock twitched in your mouth. Ethan tried to pull away but you followed, your nails scratching his thighs.

“Fucking finally, I’ve been wanting to taste your cock for so long”

Ethan’s heart fluttered, but he couldn’t speak. Not when your lips were still wrapped tightly around his dick.

[roseonvenus]

Ethan Landry x bratty reader 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: smut. i need serious help.

word count: 1.8k

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"Ethan, we've been working on this for hours," You yawn, leaning back into the chair you pulled up next to him earlier. Ethan's gaze never leaves his laptop and his fingers don't stop typing for a second.

You shrug off not getting a response and play with the pages of your textbook. You've stopped helping him at this point; you'd rather do a portion of the work at your dorm in bed.

You're a procrastinator, but you get the work done.

Ethan's the opposite.

You were assigned a project in your economics class. Since the two of you knew each other the best out of anyone else in the class, you decided to pair up. You didn't know your working and time management skills would be so different.

You and Ethan were somewhat friends, but you argued a lot a little. It would always be about something small. They never went too far, though. It would end with Tara shifting the conversation and leave Ethan frustrated and gritting his teeth. You get annoyed with each other easily, but you were kind of still friends.

The thing that really bonded you two together was your economics class. You'd make small talk about your professor or what someone did in class. Sometimes you found yourself laughing with him, but you usually bickered.

However, you kind of liked arguing with him. It was exciting.

"Ethan," You whine.

He sighs and breaks eye contact with his computer, looking down at you.

"Maybe if you just agreed to meet up earlier in the week we would've gotten this done a lot quicker," He says in a condescending tone. "And you have no concept of time. We've only been working for a little over an hour."

"An hour too long," You roll your eyes and lean back in your chair again. "Look, I have a really short attention span."

"Clearly." He rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze back to the computer. You go back to playing with the pages. He gets annoyed by this. "Are you going to help me at all or just sit there?"

You shoot him a glare.

He scoffs and then finds himself smirking.

He always had fun pushing her buttons, but was particularly enjoying doing it in that moment; them alone in a tense room.

He hadn't really thought about her like this till a little before she came over. Not until Chad finally brought up the very obvious chemistry between them.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on," Chad groans. "You two fight like an old married couple."

"There's nothing sexual about it-"

"Dude, are you serious?" Chad scoffs. "You're just a virgin who doesn't know how to handle an attractive woman."

"Oh, screw you." Ethan glares at Chad who has a proud grin on his face.

"Think about it." Chad says before taking off.

Oh, and he thought about it.

"I want to take a break." You say.

"You've had days to work on this and it's due tomorrow night," Ethan rolls his eyes. "You've had your break."

You inhale deeply, full of frustration.

"You're a dick."

"Sorry that I want a good grade in the class."

You get angry by this comment. He knows that you're a hard worker; so what if you wait till the last minute? At least you get the things you have to do done.

He takes notice of the offended expression on your face and can't help but think that you're cute when you're angry with him.

"I have the same grade as you, you asshole."

"I'm actually a point above you."

"Oh, big difference."

"It's still a difference."

"Fuck off," You get up from the chair, picking up your laptop off of the desk.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asks.

"I'm gonna work on the rest of this in my dorm." You say, abandoning the situation.

You didn't really know else to do. Usually when you were arguing there was always someone to put an end to it; to resolve an unresolvable situation.

"I don't believe that for a second."

"Yeah, well." You paused for a moment. He had caught your bluff. You put a hand to your hip. "There's still another day to work on it. And we did get a lot done."

"Why don't we just finish it?" Ethan turns to looks at you. "You know? Let's just bang it out."

His word choice makes him tense. He knew the way the sentence came out.

"Okay, yeah," Y/N nods, sitting back down. "Let's just bang it out."

"Yeah?" He says in a breath. He doesn't know why he's continuing to speak without thinking about his words. He also doesn't know why he's kind of getting hard.

"There's nothing sexual about it-"

His words from earlier replay in his head.

'Fuck you, Chad.' He thinks to himself.

You nod and take out your laptop.

"You gonna stop your bitching and complaining?" He asks, him sitting a little closer to you than before. He was finding himself to be having fun with this. You give him an annoyed look and he lets out a chuckle while tilting his head.

"Only if you stop acting like a dick," You reply. "You're pissing me off."

"Am I?" He asks, no longer focusing on his work.

"Yeah," You nod. "Come on, let's bang this out."

"Yeah, okay."

In a second his lips are on yours, his hands pulling you in closer to him. You kiss him back, for a moment, before you realize what's literally going on.

"Woah, woah, woah..." You break away, staying in the position you're in. His hands are gripping your wrists and you're kind of straddling him.

He looks up at you and then lets go of your wrists. He didn't even realize he was holding onto them in the first place. He's breathing heavily and his face is red from embarrassment. Now, he's looking away from you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Y/N." Ethan's looking at the ground now. "I-I misread the situation. I don't know what I was thinking..."

He's trying to be rational and he's clearly embarrassed, but he doesn't even notice that his hips are digging into you.

"No... it's okay," You stammer.

"Really?" He looks back up at you.

"Yeah..." You say. He's still thrusting against you. You realize it. He doesn't until your face gets even more flushed.

"What?" He asks, growing cocky. He assumes, since you said it was okay and you're still on his lap, that he was good to do this. "I thought you wanted a break?"

"Shit," You say as his hands grab your wrists again. You lean your forehead against his and he chuckles. "Yeah, I do want a break."

"Should I even let you have one?" He questions, kissing your jaw.

You roll your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Screw you," You say. "Don't tease me."

"Screw you, Y/N," He hisses. "I'll do whatever I want."

You press down further into his lap and he groans, his head falling back.

"I've never seen you this confident," You chuckle. You kiss his exposed neck, kissing up to his jaw. He's pressing into you more. "What's got you this cocky? Aren't you a virgin?"

"Fuck, I let you have a break and you throw that in my face?" He rolls his eyes. "You're such a brat."

He moves his hands to your hips and forces you to grind against him.

"You never fail to frustrate me." He continues. "Fuck, I just want to fuck the living shit out of you."

You're weak from his words, wincing over them. He stands up, carrying you with him. He throws you onto his bed and attacks immediately, pulling down your loose sweatpants frantically.

He's painfully hard. It's fucking hurting him.

He flips you over on your stomach and forces your hips up. Your face is buried in his pillows and you're wondering about what he's going to do before his warm mouth is devouring you. Your legs shake.

"Fuck, Ethan..." You hum. "I-"

"You what?" He stops.

He's dying to be inside of you. He's jerking himself as he eats you out. He feels so hot and desperate.

"Fuck..."

"Spit it out." He says in between licks. "You never have a problem with speaking your mind."

"Just keep going," You say, reaching for his hair behind you.

"Fuck, you're a slut." He goes back down on you for a moment, but he has to be inside of you.

When the contact breaks you whine, but are instantly met with him shoving his aching cock inside you. He's digging into your hips and he's balls deep. He doesn't waste a second before he's pounding into you, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Yes, fuck," He whines, forcing you up by your hair to lean against him. "I never thought you'd feel this good."

He holds you in place and kisses your neck, fucking deep into you.

"Who knew all I had to do to shut you up was fuck you?" He laughs and you get mad, looking away from him but continuing to let him fuck you. "Aw, did I make you upset?"

"You're an asshole," You say, but then he pounds you harder, forcing a cry out of your mouth. "Fuck, Ethan, keep going! You feel so good..."

"Fucking whore." He grabs your jaw with one of his hands and sloppily kisses you. "God, I love fucking fighting with you."

You lean your head in the crook of is neck, but then he pushes you down and leans on top of you.

His brows are furrowed and he's whimpering in your ear.

"Feels so good," He says breathlessly, his nails digging deep into your skin. He's speeding up at this point, chasing his high. He's gonna cum soon. After all, he is a virgin.

His face is becoming red and he's getting lost in you.

And you're almost there too before he quickly pulls out. You turn your head to face him.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I-" He takes a deep breath and shakily responds, "I don't want to cum yet."

"It's okay," You look up with him with a glow in your eye. "Cum on my face."

"What?"

He's standing above you, and you switch your position, kneeling in front of him. You gently grab his already sensitive cock in your hands and begin pumping him, and he's a whining mess.

"Oh fuck-"

Without warning, he replaces your hand with his and jerks himself off until everything is out and a mess on your face. Loud grunts and swears escape his mouth as you wait with your tongue out.

He's left a sweaty mess, looking at you with his mess on your face. You look up at him and taste a little bit, and he breathes heavily.

"Fuck, you look good." He says. He then grabs a napkin from his desk and walks back over to you, wiping the cum off of your face. Once it's all gone, he kisses your cheek.

"I'll help you out with the work, now." You say, blushing at him. He tilts his head, looking at you confused.

"Why do it now?" He asks. "We have all day tomorrow for that."

[roseonvenus]

hi. I’m sorry for being so inactive right now because I started school full time, but I need everyone’s help. Thank you so much @maeveey for letting me know, but someone is literally stealing my stories and putting them on Wattpad. I write my stories on Google Docs to always have a record of what I’ve written and edited, and I always put my watermarks. I need people to report this writer on Wattpad ASAP.

This bitch didn’t even have the fucking audacity to change the names. All she changed was the fucking names of the characters and shit. I’m so fucking pissed off right now, I share my shit because it makes me fucking happy and make others happy, but for people to fucking steal it?

Literally the exact same fucking shit that I write.

Please please PLEASE if you have Wattpad, report their account. I have no intentions to stop sharing my work unless this keeps happening becsuse it makes me feel good to know people enjoy it.

REPORT THIS COPYRIGHTING BITCH

Update, they’ve taken down the chapters, but I don’t think that’s enough. They have literally stolen works that I’ve put so much into (I’m not sure if they’ve stolen other people’s works either) but I’m beyond livid. I’m still so pissed off and this is not enough. I personally don’t use Wattpad, but I got someone I know to post some stuff on their page. Please please PLEASE go report them, and I’m sorry *not* for seeming petty, but you can’t just steal someone’s work and not expect to be backlashed. Please, just report and say that the work is stolen- don’t be mean (petty, yes, but mean- no)

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[roseonvenus]

can u write something about reader and ethan in bed together trying to sleep? ethan being the big spoon and reader the little.

reader backs into ethan which causes ethans cock to harden, reader being confused on what the random poking is on her ass.

ends in smut ^_^

you’re dying

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings; smut, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, pet names i.e. baby, unedited

a/n; title inspo here 🤨 idk if oral was what you had in mind but it’s where my mind went!! Hope u like <3

you blink at the screen of your laptop, intrigued, glancing to where ethans fingers glide along the pad, clicking harshly to start the movie.

noise errupts from the speakers, and you startle slightly, before quickly melting into ethan as he slots himself behind you, tugging the covers of the both of you.

the action movie drones on, ethan occasionally judging the story, or the acting, whispering his thoughts lowly into your ear, making you chuckle.

you shift beneath the covers, hips swiveling, accidentally grinding back into his crotch, a tiny shocked gasp flying past your lips when ethans hard cock slots between your cheeks, firm and so big.

“shit baby, stop moving” he groans, one of his hands gripping your hip, fingers digging into the meaty skin harshly.

you chew your lip, no longer interested in the movie playing on the screen, not when you can feel ethan through the thin material of you sleep shorts - forgoing panties because you forgot to pack some.

Your thighs clench tightly, heat pooling between your legs, fingers toying with the hem of your shorts anxiously under the covers.

You roll your hips into ethans crotch again, whimpering under your breath at the friction, licking your lips at the image of him behind you, brows drawn tight in frustration, trying his best not to give in.

“e, you okay?” you ask quietly, hand reaching behind you, small fingers wrapping around him through the fabric of his shorts, squeezing at the base.

he lets out a shudder, warm breath heavy against your ear, before he’s slamming the laptop shut, and grinding into your touch.

you smile to yourself, spinning around meeting ethan halfway when he sits up, chasing your lips, kissing you with urgency, messy and wet, more teeth clashing than lips meeting.

you smile into his mouth, hand drifting down his body and beneath the band of his shorts, fingers wrapping around the tip of his cock, thumb pressing to his slit, making him gasp – hips bucking and stuttering.

You tug him free of his shorts and boxers, planting a sweet kiss to his nose, before you level yourself with his cock, looking up at him through your lashes “m’gonna suck you off” you murmur, looking at his beastly cock, as if it were a challenge.

you wet your lips, hand wrapping around the base, gliding up, pressing your palm flat to the tip, before you wrap your around around him again, letting a glob of spit fall past your lips, making the glide down easier.

Sticking your toungue out, you lick along the underside, swirling the tip, before you wrap your lips around him, sinking down slowly, humming in satisfaction when he hits the back of your throat.

“Oh, oh fuck baby” he groans from above you, letting out tiny curses and moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, knuckles tense and keeping a firm hold on the silky strands.

You smile around him, bobbing up and down swiftly, even as you gag and choke around him, saliva running down your chin and his balls, making a mess on his bed sheets. You don’t let up, pace quick, taking him so deep it makes you light headed, forcing you to pause, paying extra attention to his tip while you catch your breath, throat already itchy and sore.

When you do take him back down your throat, he whines from above you, hips bucking up, causing you to gag, tears welling in your eyes at the sudden intrusion.

“Baby, feels so fucking good, mouth is so fucking perfect” he mumbles, head falling back, nails pressing to your scalp, strength forcing you down until your nose presses to his pelvis.

You hum at the praise, blinking up at him through teary lashes, mascara streaks running down your cheeks, lips swollen around his fat cock. If he could reach it, he would definitely snap a polaroid to add to his collection.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking extra hard, hand creeping up his legs to palm his balls, squeezing and kneading them, before you kiss down his length and take one into your mouth, sucking harshly, his cock jumping at the pleasure, pulsating in your palm as you jerk him off.

The noises are nasty, slick and loud, slurping and moaning from your mouth, silent please and raspy groans as ethan feels his orgasm creep up on him, looking down at you with desperate eyes.

“M’cum baby, baby please don’t stop, almost there” he warns, and you smile in anticipation, licking up his cock, teething at the prominent veins, before wrapping your lips aroud his tip, sucking and licking, palm paying attention to the rest of his length.

Your eyeslids flutter closed as he cums, the warm white liquid panting your mouth, throat aching as you swallow eagerly, taking him down your throat one last time, cum gusing out at the corners of your mouth, before you pull of him with a pop.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, breaths lazy as you shimmy up the bed, smiling with your eyes “your turn”

[roseonvenus]

HERE FOR YOU — FINN WOLFHARD

pairing: finn wolfhard x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, smut , p in v sex, first time, fem receiving, soft sex.

note from jazzy— requests are open!!

"Are you sure..?" finns breath hit my ear as he whispered into it and carresed my thigh while he was in between my legs. I look into his eyes , playing with his hair.

I was topless, and so was he , we've been dating for almost a year, and up until now, we haven't done anything sexual. I knew I loved him , and in his own words, he said he loved me too.

"I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else..." I mumbled , running my thumb across his jaw as I examined every freckle and feature on his face.

He smiled, a smile that made me fall more in love with him every day. He kissed my cheek and then went down to my neck as his hand traveled down to the hem of my shorts. I moved my head up to the side, giving him more access to my neck.

His kisses traveled from my neck to my jawline before he looked up at me, then down at me shorts. As his thumb ran over the button, he looked back at me, waiting for my permission. which I grant him with a nod and a small nervous smile.

Once my pants are off his lips, meet mine again, and my arms wrap around his neck, then to his hair. once he pulled apart, he removed his body off of me to stand up and remove his own pants, I decided to be a bit bold and removed my underwear . his eyes glistened at the sight, and he speaks breathlessly? "God, you're beautiful..." he gulped slightly before removing his own set of boxers.

Once those are off, he climbs back in between my legs , placing a small kiss on my nose. "do I need to use a condom or are you-"

"I'm on a pill, so.." he smiles, nodding

"Are you sure you don't wanna back out now?" he asks softly. I shake my head , "No.." I say, placing my hands on his chest. "I'm ready," I smile softly.

He nods before spreading my legs a bit more. I feel a rising pain under there and groan quietly as finn goes in slowly. "it's okay, precious. I'm here for you," he says as he places kisses around my face. my hands crawl to his back , biting my lip ad he's almost fully in me, and once he is, he sits there for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of his member.

"I got you, baby.." he mumbles , and I look at him."You can move now, finn. " he nods as he pulls out slowly, then goes back in at the same pace. he continues that patern only each time he's a little faster than the last thrust.

"Oh, finn..." I moan while my hands are tugging on his hair, making him groan. "s-shit, you feel so good~ You're doing amazing, baby~" his thrust sped up a bit more, making both of us let out slightly louder sounds. I moan louder as he hits my g-spot over and over just the right way at just the right pace. I was basically in cloud 9 because of the way he moved his hips so perfectly.

"Feel good, my pretty girl? my pretty, pretty girl– fuck" he groans.

"s-so good finn~ please k-keep going~" I mewl.

the sound of wet hot skin clapping and moans mixing fill the room. finn was thrusting harder but in the most gentle and caring way. he whispered in my ear , praising me and leaving kisses, leading me to reach my high. I knew he was close to as he dug his head I into my shoulders, and I could hear mumbled whimpers. "shit I'm close, finn..." I throw my head back , as the knot in my stomach unties and I release onto his cock , making him cum aswell. thank god, i was on a pill.

he stops his sloppy thrusts, and his body falls onto mine before rolling off. he looks at me, still trying to catch his breath slightly, and so am I. I smile weakly at him as his hand travels along the side of my face.

"You were amazing, gorgeous.." he smiled. I pressed my head onto his chest as he messaged my head , helping me fall into a much needed sleep.

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[roseonvenus]

hii i love your work! can i request an ethan landry smut? Ethan is masterbating to one of readers underwear that was left from many nights before and as he is doing so he gets caught by her and she says "she can help"

hii, thank you so much! hope you like it! have a nice saturday <3

religion’s in your lips — ethan landry

word count: 1,289

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: oral (m receiving), dirty talking, handjob, masturbation.

ETHAN SEETHED FOR WHAT IT SEEMED TO BE THE THIRTEENTH TIME AS HE WENT TO LOOK IN THE LAST AREA OF HIS ROOM HE HAD YET TO LOOK AT. He was beyond frustrated, he was way behind his assignments and now that he felt energised enough to study, he couldn’t find his text book. That had been the worst time to loose his material—aside for the fact that books were fucking expensive.

Praying to all the gods that the book would be there, he got onto his knees and looked under his bed. He did not find what he was searching for, but he encountered himself with something that surprised him in the best way possible.

The touch of the lacy fabric made the memories start. Just a few nights ago, he had taken them off Y/N’s legs, and then were left long forgotten under his bed. He remembered his fingers intertwined with hers, their moans of pleasure, the impact of the bedpost against the wall because of his animalistic thrusts, her lips sucking on his neck, her insatiable desire. And now he was hard.

Ethan looked down at the lingerie on his hand, taking a moment to define if what he was thinking was actually a good idea. It’s not like she was going to notice, right? Her panties had been there for more than a week and she never asked for them. And he was going to wash them anyways, so what could go wrong?

So Ethan laid on bed, back resting against the bedpost, and suddenly all the stress from college faded away, and the only thing on his mind was Y/N. His hand dragged the white lace up and down his shaft, the scent of her citric perfume filling his senses. He remembered how he had breathed it in that rainy night, when Y/N had been underneath him, arching her back, and he had his face hidden on the crook of her neck as she whispered his name in a sweet moan, telling him how good of a boy he was being.

“Fuck, Y/N” he moaned, the movements of his hands accelerating.

Y/N, who had just bumped into Chad on his way out of the dorm and told him she was there to drop off the Econ text book Ethan had forgotten in class, was watching the scene with attention. And when she heard her name, she knew it was time to make her presence known.

She asked, leaning against the doorway “You called?”

The boy widened his eyes and covered the situation with a pillow, but it was too late and he knew it. He had been caught red-handed by the girl who had been starring his dirty dreams.

“You know, I have a bra that matches those panties. I don’t have it now, but I could come another day and show it to you” she teased, getting closer to his bed.

“W-what are you doing here?” he asked nervously.

“You forgot you Econ book at the classroom, and I thought you might need it. But I think you were too busy doing something else” Y/N said with a playful smile.

“It’s not what you think” he went with the old excuse.

“I think it is. And it’s fucking hot”

“It is?” he asked surprised. Why wasn’t she calling him perv instead?

Y/N nodded “There’s one little detail, tho” she said. He watched her carefully as she pushed away the pillow that covered his cock. She grabbed the panties and dropped them on the floor. “These are a little old, don’t you think?” her hands went under her skirt, and took the black cloth off. She showed him her underwear. No, her wet underwear and he almost drooled. “What do you think about these?”

Ethan had no words, so he just nodded. He went to grab them, but she shook her head. “What?”

“I can help you, Eth, if you let me” she offered, sitting at the edge of the bed, right next to his legs. Ethan nodded once again. “I need words, pretty boy”

“Please touch me, Y/N/N” his desperate voice was almost as pretty as him.

Y/N covered his hard on with the panties and repeated the same action he had been doing mere minutes ago. Only it felt even better because this time her hands were the ones doing the job. “Does that feel good?”

“So good. You’re amazing. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” he confessed, eyes closed as his head was thrown back.

She looked at his face carefully, wondering how was it possible for a human to be that gorgeous “Oh, yeah? And what were you thinking exactly, Ethan?” he moaned at the sound of his name coming from her lips.

“Your body, your sounds, your eyes, your mouth, everything”

“My mouth? And what was I doing with my mouth? This?” without stoping her hands from giving him pleasure, she captured his lips with hers in a slow and sloppy kiss.

“No” he said, going in for another short kiss “But I missed that too”

“I missed it too” Y/N confessed to him. “Are you going to tell me what I was doing or will I have to find out on my own?”

“You should find out” the boy said, enjoying the little game.

“Were they here?” she asked, kissing his neck and sucking on his sweet spot. That was going to leave a mark.

“No, but that feels fucking great, Y/N” he groaned, lifting his hips to fuck himself into her hand.

“What about this?” she descended her lips from his collarbone to his v-line, leaving a kiss on each side of his hips.

“No, but you’re close”

Y/N smirked, positioning herself so that her head was the same height than his cock. She kissed his tip and he let out the most pornographic moan she had ever heard “I think this is it”

“Yeah. Please, I need your mouth” he cried.

“Anything you want, Eth” leaving her panties aside, she put his cock on her mouth.

Ethan was ready to burst when the tip hit the back of her throat. “Holy shit, Y/N, you’re so fucking good at this” she bobbed her head up and down “Just like that, baby”

Y/N swore she could come at the sight of his expression. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was half open, enough to let his whimpers and moans be audible. She grabbed his hand and put it in the back of her head, and Ethan instantly understood her suggestion.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” his voice was raspy, and it made her pussy clench around nothing. Ethan made a make-shift ponytail with his hand and guided her head the way he wanted. “Fuck, baby, I’m coming. Shit, would you swallow it for me?” she nodded eagerly “Of course you would, you’re always spoiling me”.

Y/N hallowed her cheeks and, just after she felt his cock twitch, Ethan came hard on her mouth. Y/N didn’t let one drop go to waste and swallowed everything. She kissed him viciously, letting him taste himself on her mouth. “You okay?”

“Okay? I feel fucking great. Thank god I forgot that book” he panted.

“You didn’t” Y/N confessed, and he looked at her in confusion. “I took it from your bag, so I would have an excuse to come over”.

“Really?” Ethan asked in surprise. She nodded shyly, and he kissed her cheek affectionately. “You don’t need any excuse, you can come anytime. I mean it. And it doesn’t have to be only for sex, I’d like to hang out with you”

“I’d really like that too” she smiled.

“Great. Now, can we cuddle?”

Y/N laughed “Only if I get to be the big spoon”

He pulled her against his chest, kissing her delicately “Deal” he said before turning around so Y/N could wrap her arms around him.