omg i just saw your poly!marauders fmk post and it got me thinking about that tiktok trend where people basically see edits of people and r like ‘til my legs are shaking’ yk? AND CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE. mei imagine this with me okay??? jealous poly!marauders with a famous reader as their partner getting all whiny and pouty when they go on readers accounts and see all the people simping for her🤭🤭 IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN 🤭🤭🤭
this post is 18+, minors dni.
LMAO I die with your "a link w 3 dicks". Girlie, give me some feral Jamie crumbs at least, i'm begging! the links you choose are simply *chef's kiss* it's like you have the talent to select tw links (a very real skill)
more mama’s boy!harry please i’m begging you <3
this is set in like autumn cos that’s just the vibe hehe
harry is dubbed the ultimate mama’s boy by his uncles and his father.
it’s not a bad thing, not at all. james just thought that when harry turned thirteen the need for you would’ve lessened.
it seems that since his son has hit puberty though, he wants to be around you more.
you always tell james that he’s the same with effie but he doesn’t believe it.
“mum,” harry comes strolling into the kitchen, fluffy pyjamas on to fight against the slight autumn chill.
you’re finishing up the last touches on some cinnamon rolls when you turn, fighting against the coo that wants to come from you.
“yeah haz?”
he shuffles a little closer, “can we have a movie marathon and snuggle?”
a smile splits your face and you nod. rapidly.
“of course we can haz-bear. go choose something and i’ll go put on my pyjamas too.”
james comes into the living room at the tail end of your conversation.
“what’re we putting on fluffy pyjamas for?”
you and haz say at the same time, “movie night!”
james grins at how alike you are and then frowns, “is this a movie night where i don’t get a single snuggle?”
you look sheepish and harry frowns- a mirror of james’. “dad, you get to snuggle mum at night. i get to snuggle during the movie.”
by the time you’re all sitting down. harry has his head on one of your thighs and james has his head on the other. your hand strokes each of their heads and the second you stop you have two pairs of identical puppy dog eyes staring up at you.
BINGO: Mommy kink, Ethan Landry. Prompt 14. Reader is just having their way with Ethan who keeps cumming and keeps getting hard
𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪
𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Sub! Ethan Landry x Dom! Mommy! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.9K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You were originally attracted to Ethan because he looked like a boy who had never been touched by a woman - ever. Your corruption kink was going haywire, and it was the main reason why you pursued him before you got way too attached to his stupid nerdy personality and his utter obliviousness to anything that has to do with sex, so you decide to put him to a… test of sorts.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - kind of mean/teasing reader || mommy kink || cursing & foul language || tit worship || reader wears revealing clothing & makeup || reader could be described as a nympho? || vibrators || virginity loss (Ethan) || attempt at lactation || breast milk production without being pregnant (it can happen, hormones are a thing and can be caused by constant nipple and breast stimulation) || in turn, lactation kink || oral || grinding || riding || breeding kink || multiple orgasms || unprotected sex || multiple positions || maybe slight corruption kink?? || everything is consensual || public teasing ||
Study hall. That’s how everything started.
There were no empty tables, every one being full of a person, so you decided to move deeper — just in case there was one someone missed.
warnings: noncon, drugging
wc. 705
requested
every wednesday night, you studied at ethan’s house.
you weren’t particularly close, if you were telling the truth. he was your classmate in econ that you sat beside and you kept each other sane for two whole hours straight, rarely ever speaking outside of that.
that was until you decided to start studying together, of course. ethan was smart, you were pretty smart, and together you could probably pass the exam. at least, those were your intentions. ethan’s were far more malicious.
𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?
𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂!𝖺𝗎 | 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈 -𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇
fwb!sirius black is in denial that he loves you
18+ minors dni!
word count: 2.0k
warnings: smut, mean!sirius, f!reader, size kink, face slapping, rough sex, mentions of dd/lg, sirius being possessive, a bit angsty, mentions of alcohol + weed, fluff at the end
a/n: inspired by this nsfw audio (tw r*pe) from one of my fav creators. phew.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Three strong knocks echo through your small apartment from outside the door. Before you hear the voice, you know it’s Sirius. “C’mon, love,” his rasping voice sounds muffled and even deeper from the hallway, “let me in.” Having Sirius show up in the middle of the night, or day, anytime really, for a fuck has become customary in your relationship. It is your relationship.
making bestfriend!ethan cum in his pants <3
it’s a random monday night and ethan came over to yours, to do his homework. you distract him, of course, and he ends up on the floor on his knees, painting your toenails for you. you’re sat at the edge of the bed, and ethan nervously take your left foot in his hand, his soft caresses making your spine tingle.
he’s almost halfway done with your first foot, when you decide to lay flat on the bed. he looks up at you as you do so, your crop top rising slightly, and he’s able to just see the bottom of your breasts. his face flushes a deep red, and he quickly looks away in embarrassment, and returns to painting your toes. he knows you can’t see him, though, and takes quick glances back up to your breasts every now and then.
you try to get comfortable at the awkward angle, and shift your upper body slight, causing your right foot to accidentally graze over ethan’s crotch. this causes his breath to audibly hitch.
“sorry!” you say, thinking you just hit his leg with your foot.
he takes a second to get himself together, and finally responds. “it’s okay..” he says lowly. another second passes by, and he mutters a “i didn’t mind” under his breath.
this causes you to lift yourself up on your elbows. “huh? what did you say?” you ask, genuinely not able to hear what the boy just said.
“oh- uh- uh… nothing. it’s not important.” he says quickly, and you notice how red his face is. you question it, but decide not to say anything out loud this time. you plop back down on the bed, and ethan watches as your upper half bounces, which makes your boobs bounce as well.
“christ,” he curses under his breath. you sit up quickly, and catch ethan staring at your tits. he returns back to painting your toes, not realizing that you had just caught him. you notice there’s a growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, and you can’t help but smirk. you lay back down on the bed while ethan continues.
you pick up your right foot again, this time, placing it directly on ethan’s bulge. his mouth opens, but doesn’t say anything, afraid you’ll realize what your doing and stop.
after a bit, and he still doesn’t say anything, you begin moving your foot back and forth on his now fully hard dick.
ethan seems to forget how to think. he doesn’t move, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. the feeling of your foot is driving him wild from the bottom up, the feeling sending shudders down his spine. he doesn’t even bother trying to be subtle after a while. his face is flush and he’s starting to breathe heavily, trying in vain to think of the right words. his heart is pumping wildly in his chest, his body still going tingly and sending chills down his spine as little whines and moans come out of his mouth.
you lift your crop top up just a little, exposing your hard nipples to the cold air. this makes him fold even more. the poor boy is already so close, just the feeling of your foot and the sight of your bare chest is enough for him.
he feels paralyzed at this point, realizing he’s teetering on the edge of an orgasm. he begins to rock back and forth, in tandem with your foot. he can no longer hide his moans from you, starting to get loud, even though he’s so embarrassed.
“fuck, y/n… please…” he begs. you smirk, but don’t say anything, just adding more pressure with your foot.
“i’m.. im gonna… i’m gonna cum..” he says the last word harshly, still feeling so ashamed at the sinful act. “please.. i cant cum like this, y/n… please, baby..” the pet name makes your stomach drop, and arousal forms in your panties.
“it’s okay, e..” you sit up on your elbows. “i want you to cum in your pants, sweet boy… make a mess for mommy.”
he groans at that, and quickly reaches his high, rocking back and forth against your foot, his head shooting up to look at the ceiling, letting out soft “ah, ah, ahs” as he paints the inside of his boxers with thick cum. you instantly feel the wetness seep through, it showing up nicely on the gray he’s wearing. you smile sweetly at him.
once he returns back to earth, he looks back down at his pants, feeling so hot and humiliated, but he loved every second of it. he looks back up to your pretty face.
“t-thank you, mommy…”
I just love sub!James anything with sub!james pretty please with a cherry on top?
thank you for requesting!🖤
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Euphemia Potter had sent her son the camera under the impression he would be using it to capture memories of his time in Hogwarts with his friends.
However, James was pretty damn certain that he would give his mother a heart attack if she knew how her gift was really being used.
It was no secret to anyone that James had a shoebox full of pictures he had taken of you since the moment he got his hands on the camera. Cute, little candid moments that tended to catch you off guard, but they were his favourite. He was insistent that you were beautiful in each and every one of them, and that he needed to keep them all.
What nobody except the two of you knew was that hidden under a secret compartment in the shoebox was James’ personal favourite collection—the pictures you took of each other in your most intimate moments.
Helloo, I came up with an idea of Ethan Landry X stepmom!Reader. It's pretty kinky, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I wish you a fantastic day ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Also..Love your work so muchhhh.
not uncomfortable at all sweetheart x i love forbidden tropes.
content warning: stepcest; kinda dub con; kinda big age-gap (ethan is 19 in this, so legal); people pleaser reader; manipulation; faint touch on bailey x reader (not detailed); finger in mouth (I do this a lot); cheating
“oh, stepmom…i bet he can’t make you cum” ;; stepson!ethan landry
You heard your fiance call from your shared bedroom, asking where he had left his ties.
"The second draw in the closet, hon!" You call back as you drop the grocery bags and keys on the kitchen bench.
Ethan watches from the couch, a scowl on his face upon hearing the pet name falling from your lips. One would think he's just disgusted to hear his dad and almost mum being affectionate. But that's not the case at all.
When Ethan had first met you he was surprised to see how young you were. He had thought you were far too young for his dad, but that could also be clued up to the fact that he found you pretty. Beautiful in fact. And as he had let his gaze travel, gulping, he realised how fucked he was if a ring found it's way onto your finger.
And that's exactly what happened. His dad had proposed, and the wedding was scheduled, causing his response to every sweet thing you said to him to be sour and rude.
You thought Ethan didn't like you. You wanted to make an effort without seeming to intrusive. Quinn seemed to be fine with you, saying how she's glad that her dad has found someone.
Bailey walked out, tightening his tie. He gave you a passing smile before rushing out the door. The police firm had some sort of dinner, where Bailey was determined to make a good impression on his boss.
Ethan continued to watch you as his dad left, leaving you take out the grocceries alone. Ethan really couldn't believe that his dad had somehow scored you. He was old, and you were in all honesty closer to Ethan's age, a much more appropriate suitor for him.
Ethan always kept you at arms length as your close proximity left him on edge to act. There were many instances where Ethan could have touched you. Innocent touches that would send his hand into his boxers when the sun was gone. Your name just a mere whimper from his lips as his head hit back against his headboard. Even moments in public, when his dad was just in the next room, working, Ethan could have let his hand wander when you both sat on the couch.
"Hey, Ethan. Any preference for dinner?" You called to Ethan, placing random food items into the fridge and cupboard.
You always spoke so sweetly to him. Ethan knew how much you wanted him to like you. But as a stepson should like his stepmum. Nothing more. And that set the scowl back onto Ethan's face.
"I don't really care." He dismissed, turning to face the tv, clicking at the remote as he scanned channels. But he barely paid attention to the show, catching your melodious voice hum a quiet tune.
Ethan wanted you to shut up, because your sweet tasting voice was making his head spin with thoughts no son should be thinking. He was a good son. He was. But when he glanced behind him at the kitchen as you rolled your sleeves up, revealing even more skin, his resolve began to break.
But then you paused, glancing over at Ethan, who quickly busy's himself with the show, acting as though he'd never been eyeing you. "Do you mind if we just get take out? Since your dad is out all night, and Quinn is with a friend."
Ethan spared you glance, trying to cool the heat threating to spill from his gaze, as he nodded. You walk over to him, resting your hands behind him against the couch. Ethan stiffens, smelling your signature perfume. He shifts by the cushions. "You don't mind?" You ask softly.
Ethan glances up at you, his breath hitching, when he meets your gentle, almost tender gaze. "Uh, yeah. No, that's fine." He quickly says, turning back to face the tv.
"Great." You sigh, landing beside him on the couch, as you bring your phone out to call the nearby pizza place.
Ethan's gaze instantly goes to your bare legs, your shorts riding up past mid thigh. If he just tilted his head slightly, he could probably see your panties—
He coughs, placing a pillow over his lap, as he tries to get distracted by the show.
You then tap his shoulder, as you whisper in his ear, asking what pizza he'd like. Ethan had to quickly answer, saying a simple pepperoni, his mind too hazy to come up with anything more detailed.
Soon you're relaxed beside him on the couch, intently watching the show displayed on the screen. It's silent besides the series dialogue and your slow breathing. Ethan can't help but focus in on the latter, catching onto the way it hitches when something scary or surprising happened on screen.
Ethan had had to keep the pillow against his now prominent bulge. He couldn't let you see. But as you gradually drew closer to him, looking away with a gasp when a monster would jump out, screaming through the tv, Ethan slowly grew to want you to notice. Maybe you'd help him. But he knew that that was wishful thinking. You were with his dad, his soon to be stepmom. Ethan clenched his jaw.
"God, Ethan." You gasp. "How can you watch this stuff so calmy?" You ask, eyes wide as you stare at the screen. Your legs had curled up to your body, your chest heaving up and down quickly.
Then your hand flies out to grab Ethan's arm, your eyes shutting tight at a disgusting view of someone getting eaten alive. Ethan glanced down at your tight grip, a small smile slowly edging his lips.
He can't help but lean closer to you, whispering. "I didn't think you were such a pussy."
You open your eyes to meet Ethan's gaze. You go to retract your hand, but Ethan quickly grabs it, keeping it pressed to his body. "I wouldn't want my soon to be stepmom to hate me, for not giving her comfort when she's scared." He mocks out.
You scoff. "It's you who hates me." You say, letting Ethan rub his thumb over the skin of your hand, as you slightly jump when a monster again cries on screen.
"'Hate's' a bit harsh." Ethan says, liking the way you grip his hand tighter.
"But it's true." You shift your gaze back to him. "You don't really like me do you?" There was a sense of sadness in your voice. You really wanted everyone to feel comfortable with your new role. Especially Bailey's children.
Ethan tilts his head. A devious, very wrong plan 'light bulbs' over his head. He shouldn't want to execute it, but then you shuffle closer to him, trying to brush off your fear as you getting more comfrtable. You were desperate for the family to like you. And Ethan was going to use that to his advantage.
Ethan interlaces your hands, letting them drop to his lap, keeping you close if you chose to move away. "How 'bout I make you a deal."
You glance at him, brows furrowed. You hadn't paid too much attention to your hands being interwined because your heart was already racing from the film. "Hm?"
Ethan grins. The first smile you'd seen from him. "If you can make it through a horror film of my choosing, I'll be nicer to you."
You nibble your lip in thought. "But I don't expect you to be totally nice to me. I just want you to be comfortable—"
"I'll be comfortable with you if you make it through the entire movie." Ethan cuts in, shifting slightly closer to you.
You pause, taking a breath to prepare yourself. "Alright. Deal." You smile.
Ethan's grin widens as he grabs the remote, choosing the movie. He chose the scariest most disturbing one he knew, knowing you'd freak out and touch him again. He wanted to be able to comfort you without it seeming out of place.
The movie begins. And not even 10 minutes in your tucking you feet under a pillow, shifting closer to a satisfied Ethan. Ethan manages to lift his arm over the back of the couch, directely behind your body. You jump, placing your and over your eyes.
"No, no." Ethan says, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away. "You have to actually watch it."
"But, it's disgusting." You grimace. Ethan keeps his grip on your wrist, keeping your hand by his lap.
"You can always back out. But that means I won't like you being in this house." Ethan warns with a shrug.
A determined expression covers your face as you sit straighter, which resulted in your thigh being pressed against his own. Ethan finally lets his arm slip around your shoulder, just as a particually shocking jump scare makes you press much more into Ethan's side.
He chuckles, making you mutter a quiet 'shut up'. With your gaze wide on the screen, Ethan gets the chance to stare at you, your face close.
As the movie progresses cute expressions of fear and disgust have appeared on your face. And Ethan's hand has started to draw closer and closer to the collar of your loose shirt. Ethan had quickly realised that you weren't wearing a bra.
Screams from the tv fill the room but all Ethan can focus on is the way your chest heaves up and down. Then as if his hand has a mind of it's own, his fingers slowly draw down the collar of your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin.
At first you barely notice, but then you feel Ethan's hand slipping inside your shirt, grazing his fingers over your nipple. Your eyes grow wide as your body tenses. You hear a soft groan come from Ethan as he rubs over your nipple with much more intent.
"Ethan—" You say, turning to glance at him to see he's already staring at you with a hooded gaze, filled with lust. You grab his wrist, attempting to pull his hand out of your shirt, staying gentle so as not to offend him. "I'm sorry." You say trying to keep the tension light. "I shouldn't have sat so close."
You go to move away, but Ethan pulls you back by his arm around your shoulder, now covering part of your neck. He can't resist as your neck nears, his lips beginning to drag across the tender skin.
"Ethan, I shouldn't be this close." You quickly say, placing your hand against his chest. "I know you're probably just turned on b-by the chick on screen." You gulp out.
Ethan shakes his head, his tongue now licking at your neck, his eyes fluttering shut. His hand sinks back into your shirt, now grabbing your tit, beginning to massage it. Your breathing quickens because the rough feel of his large hand is making a shiver run down your spine. "Please...Ethan. We can't."
"Didn't you say you wanted me to like you?" Ethan asks, nipping at the skin of your neck.
"Yes. But not like this. You know not like this." You say, hating the feeling of your core heating up.
"No, no. You want me to like you." Ethan says, taking his hand out of your shirt, before he swiftly grabs your thigh, pulling you around so that your straddling him. The pillow covering his hard on now tossed onto floor. "This is the only way I will."
Then before you can say another word Ethan's lips are smashing onto yours, eagerly pulling you closer, so that his bulge presses against your clothed pussy. You gasp through the kiss as you hear Ethan whimper. He kisses you with a built-up passion that you weren't prepared for. There's a moment where you forget about your already committed relationship, but when Ethan's lips return to your neck, littering kisses along your jaw, you remember. "Wait, Ethan...we really can't."
"Then stop me." Ethan mutters, as he hurriedly removes your shirt, quickly going back to kissing you. Your attempts are futile because the way his kisses are making your head spin, and the way his hard on has begun to grind into you, you can't help but let your strength drift away.
You manage to glance at the door a worried expression present. "Don't worry, no one's coming home." Ethan consoles, his licks and kisses reaching your perky nipple. You choke a gasp when Ethan wraps his lips around one, carefully sucking.
"Shit— Ethan." You breath, your back arching on its own, resulting in your hips moving against his bulge. Ethan's stuttering breath hits your tit. You stop, realising what you did.
"God, no— please don't stop." Ethan begs, grabbing your hips and trying to move you over him again.
"But Ethan— god." You gulp as the friction makes your pussy weep. "You've never— it's your first...you need to find a girl your age." You manage.
Ethan kitten licks your nipple, shaking his head. "No better person than my stepmom." He husks out.
That shouldn't have made your body shudder but it did. Ethan grinds up into you, moving your hips against him as little moans fall from his lips. "You feel so good..." He pants, watching your boobs slightly bounce at the movement.
"You know how to please a guy." Ethan continues, running his hands up and down your sides. "And I barely know how to jerk off well without thinking of you." He confessed. "Show me...I want you to show me how you please my dad. I bet he doesn't even make you cum." Then he's pulling you back down for a kiss, a grin of Ethan's only managing to break it.
At the mention of Ethan's dad, you manage to place your hands on his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Ethan stares at you, lips swollen, and realises that you may need some more convincing.
"He won't find out. Ever. I can promise that." Ethan says, keeping his hands wrapped around your body.
"But I'm practically your stepmom..." You say, managing to get off Ethan's lap.
"Fine." Ethan sighs. He watches you stand, trying to straighten out your modesty by the brushes over your clothes. "You wouldn't mind if I continue...right?"
Your brows furrow despite everything. But then your face smooths out in shocked realisation as Ethan unzips his pants, sticking his hand into his boxers, all while holding your gaze. "Ethan..."
"I'm just so turned on right now, y/n." He says, faking innocence. "I can't help but—" His mouth opens in pleasure as he begins to stroke his cock, having brought it out for your shameful eyes to see. "It's your fault." Wet noises fill the room, the tv only rolling credits now. "And I won't forgive you."
Ethan's dark eyes are practically oozing with lust as he pumps himself, letting his gaze wander down your frozen body. Your legs are pressed together in some lame form of relief, because your pussy is pulsing.
"I don't like you in this house." Ethan contines, before spitting in his hand to make his strokes more fluid. "I don't like you with my dad— fuck." His hips slightly buck up into his palm. "Do you really like him? You don't do you?" Ethan lets his head hang back, as he bites his lip.
"Because why would a gorgeous young woman like you get with someone like my dad?" He continues to stroke himself, and in all honesty you should be walking away, telling Ethan how inappropriate this is. But all you can do is stand and stare and Ethan continues to use that to his advantage.
"Yeah." He hums, a soft chuckle following. "I bet your dying to feel young hands touching you." He glances down at your thighs pressed together. "I'd touch you." He breathes. "Everywhere, especially between your legs. I mean look at you." He meets your gaze and you gulp.
"Your body is begging to be touched." Ethan is now shamelessly thrusting into his hand. "Let me touch you." He begs, his chest heaving up and down.
He meets your hesitant gaze, though he can spot the lust hidden behind. "If not, then at least give me something to help with this.” He gestures to his rock hard cock with his head. “Even just those tasty tits."
You had covered your chest with your shirt, holding it tightly to you chest. Your mind has been battling with itself, and soon the lustful side wins. You step a fraction closer, making Ethan's eyes widen with excitement.
"You just want some help...right?" You slowly ask, to which Ethan nods, his breathing picking up. You sit beside him on the couch, as you hand slowly reaches out, grazing over the pre-cum that still covers the tip of his cock. Ethan's hips jolt as his breathing stutters.
"I'll just help you cum. That's all you want...right?" You ask, meeting his gaze.
Ethan quickly nods, his hand tightening around a cushion, as he watches you spit into your hand. You had let your shirt go, letting Ethan see your breasts. Ethan's mouth opens in pleasure as you begin to stroke him, little whimpers and whines leaving his lips. "Oh—god—" He gulps out, completely dazed.
"Why do you think of me when you jerk off? Why not that girl I've seen come over?" You ask, slightly quickening your pace.
Ethan's eye's roll for a moment before he tries to answer. "Because she isn't— shit— she doesn't look like you. Or sound like you."
"What do I sound like?" You ask, situating yourself more comfortably on the couch.
"You sound like— sound like heaven."
You chuckle. "That's very sweet."
Ethan's hips thrust up into your palm. "I just want to kiss you when you hum random tunes." He confesses. "Want to touch you, because your voice makes my cock— oh god."
"My voice?" You ask, facing him a little more, as Ethan's eyes reach your breasts, bouncing a fraction from the shift.
He groans. "Can I touch you?" He asks desperately.
"I'm only helping you—"
Ethan quickly cuts in. "This will help me...oh god, this will help. Please let me touch you— I-i'll cum quicker if I can touch you."
"…alright—"
Before you manage to say more Ethan's hand is flying out to grab one of your tits, massaging it, as his thumb rubs over your nipple. "Mm, you feel so good...so good." You pump him quicker. "I love your nipples. S-so pretty." He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers.
"Are you close, sweetie?" You ask. The pet name makes Ethan thrust harder into your palm.
"Oh, god, oh god." He breathes, his hand moving up your neck to your lips, rubbing along the bottom one. He then sinks his finger past your lips. The feel of your wet mouth makes Ethan whimper pathetically.
"That wasn't an answer." You slightly tease out, as you speak slightly muffled from his finger, which had begun to explore your mouth, running over your tongue.
"Yeah. I'm close. I'm so close— fuck. You’re so pretty." He half prasies half pleads, as his hip thrusts get sloppier.
When he orgasms, his body wracking with pleasure, he spills over his stomach and your hand, as moans and whines leave his lips. He's panting, head leant back against the couch.
With one final stroke you let him go. Ethan slightly whines at the loss of contact even if any more touching would be considered overstimulation. He met your gaze, before glancing down at your tightly pressed thighs. His hand drops from your mouth, bringing your spit down to rub across your thigh.
You quickly grab his hand, keeping it from wandering. Ethan meets your gaze to see that your bringing your other hand up to suck his orgasm off.
Ethan's mouth is open, chest still heaving. He tries to move past your grip, desperately wanting to touch you.
"Ethan."
"I want to touch you." His tone is harsher than initially intended.
You shake your head, the tiniest of smiles edging your lips. "I was only going to help you."
Ethan goes to speak, but you quickly cut in. "And specifically your cock." You whisper, before getting off the couch, the ding of the doorbell breaking the heavy breaths.
You round the couch, placing your shirt back over your head. Ethan watches you, as you pause, slightly leaning over the back of the couch, by Ethan's head, as he gazes up at you.
“That’ll be the pizza.” You say, before leaning closer. “And I finished the movie.” You gesture to the frozen screen of the finished film before heading towards the door, leaving Ethan panting and even more lustful than before.
14. “Did you come inside?” With Yandere Ethan please
once again forgot to add the yandere bit to my notes so that’s not in here. i sincerely do apologize but we can make it implied. tw // noncon
14: “did you come inside?”
none of it went how you expected it to go.
the sky, as dark and gloomy as it was, contrasted sharply with the glowing radiance of the crescent moon. you would remember this night for as long as you lived and ethan was sure of it - the misty shroud of clouds veiling the stars, the metal digging into your forearm, the feeling cool leather and the lines from the woven polyester imprinted on your skin. most of all, you would forever have the euphoric look on his face etched into your mind.
Can imagine a poly!Marauders relationship where James accidentally drops cause he’s pushed a bit too far. Reader is so protective of him she ends up holding him all night kissing his face every so often. Of course with rem and Sirius also cuddling and praising him.
"oh my sweet boy." hands cradle the back of james sweaty skull, pressing him firmly against your chest. "what's the matter, my love? what happened?"
he whines lowly, cheek turning so that his nose burrows into the peak of your breast, tongue lapping at the burrow between them.
"what'd you do?" you send a pert glance in remus' direction, who's still shrugging on some joggers, easily guiding james' voyaging mouth to your swollen nipple. "i told you t'go easy on him. he's got a big game tomorrow."
remus sighs, clapping a gentle hand around the side of james' torso and leaning down to smear a soft kiss between his pinched shoulder blades. "you're alright, baby. we're here with y'mate."
you suck in a pained hiss when james bites down too harshly. "well, fix it. i'd like to not have bruises everywhere tomorrow."
spicy college au of poly!mauraders x roomate!reader (preferably gender neutral or fem reader plz) !!! have a good monday qt
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Ceampie with Sub!James Potter who loves to suck on the reader’s tits. If its okay can it have mommy kink?
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Can you do a Sirius x reader where the reader goes to visit him in Azkaban
ofc, major angst btw
This was not happening. You were not going to Azkaban to meet the traitor that killed Lily and James. You were not going to interview him. And you were certainly not going to listen to him.
But alas, it was too late. In an instant, you were already pushed into the fireplace at the Ministry and covered with Floo powder.
No no no no no. You said over and over again in your head. This wasn't fair. They could have picked any other reporter to write the article on Sirius Black, why did it have to be you?
Of course, the ministry didn't know your relationship with Black. If they did, you'd probably be alongside Sirius right now.
You grimaced at the thought.
Fuck Sirius, Fuck what he did, and Fuck Azkaban, you added onto the list when you arrived at the dark and gloomy prison. This surely couldn't be where prisoners are expected to rot. You wouldn't even wish this on your worst enemy.
You looked down at the slip of paper they gave you before sending you off. Cell 283. You mouthed, looking at the little signs above the cell doors. Each cell was locked off, one cell having almost more locks on it that you could count.
You counted 235, 236, 237 until you reached Cell 283. You looked at the door in front of you, the key hanging on a little hook right in front of it.
Without a second thought, you barged into the room, instantly taking in your surroundings.
Sirius head shot up like a rocket, eyes opening wide.
"Love?" he choked out, his shaggy hair still bobbing a bit when his head shot up.
You ran out of the room in an instant. You couldn't do this. You couldn't see him like this or see him because he betrayed you? A little voice in your head asked. You really hoped it was the latter.
You shut the door quickly, locking it just before you heard Sirius yelling at the top of his lungs, pounding at the door.
You flinched from the noise and your legs felt weak as you fell down to the ground, arms wrapped around your legs.
Silent cries fell from your mouth, tears flowing like rivers down your cheeks.
Soon Sirius's pleas turned silent. You were about to stand up and leave before you heard one last sound coming from the cell. A growl of some sort.
"I will find you,"
omg so bimbo!reader x subby (ish) ! ethan where he will literally do anything she wants , cooks whatever she wants , carries her , and is just right behind her at all times
your chin peeks over the crest of his shoulder when you press up onto your toes, the sharp peak burrowing into the smooth muscle when you can see the stove in front of you. "did you-"
"yes, sweetheart." his chest rumbles when he chuckles, flipping the pancake once over. "i didn't put any chocolate chips in there, can't you see that?"
you drop down so that your heels thud against the worn hardwood floor of his new shared apartment with chad, fingers twisting at the torn fabric of his old t-shirt that drifts below your midriff and tickles at the top of your thighs. despite being covered by thick socks - much against your argument you had with ethan five minutes prior - your toes are chilled, and you curl them subconsciously as a trail of his spend trickles down the middle of your thigh.
"i don't think you cleaned me up that well." you murmur, pulling up the hem of the t-shirt to observe its wandering path, but your lips curl up at the smell of a freshly-made pancake being added to the pile to his right.
ethan scoffs, bending forward to turn off the stove. "i cleaned you up just fine, princess. c'mon to eat, go sit down."
"but-"
"i know i cleaned you up, baby. that's there for a reason. i like it just the way it is." he coos, slipping in behind you to slip his fingers between your swollen, puffy lips to gather the slick on his fingers. "don't touch it."
this is my ethan contribution for the next like ... 4 days . for the in my room anon
ethan sits in his room, back against the bed, butt against the carpet, strong arms wrapped around his legs. he's alone, thinking so much that a headache has started to form in his left temple. his eyes are zoned out, facing the dresser in front of him, but he doesn't focus on that. his mind is elsewhere. thinking about her.
the sound of her knuckles tapping against his window is so soft and distant in his present mind that he thinks he imagined it. until it repeats, once, twice, and then ethan's turning his head and blinking to refocus his eyes and he sees her kneeling by the window, a small smile on her lips.
she wears something light, an outfit not suited for the time. but she looks as if she'd just put it on, the garments secure, neat, against her body. she greets him, climbing into the opened window. he greets her, stepping back to allow her entrance.
they talk, ethan sitting on his bed while he watches her move around the room, picking up objects, inspecting them, then sitting then back in a spot that's just a little off from their original place. they talk. until they do more.
she straddles him, lifting her dress, lowering ethan's pants, so she can take him in. he watches her, wide eyed, as she rides him, her hips performing fucking magic on him, putting him under a spell. a spell where he tells himself that he would do anything she wanted. he would do anything under the sun for her, as long as it kept them close, and together. as long as it kept these night rendezvous happening.
how do we feel about a charlie ethan and reader threesome ???
HELLO OF COURSE ?? this is seriously the best concept i’ve ever heard i love u nonnie🩷 (I've taken like 9 hits plz excuse if this has grammar mistakes😭)
char nd eth drabble🩰- c, walker ,, & e, landry ,,
charlie and ethan. they were the duo. best friends since childhood.
they were different in many ways, though. charlie was obsessed with stab, ethan was agreeable about the franchise. ethan loved video games, charlie wasn’t very good at them.
but they were the same in some senses, too. they loved the same music, the same subjects, and of course, the same girls.
it had been something they’d always bonded on. they never fought on it, shockingly enough.
but these girls had always been models in magazines, or actresses in movies. women that they would never have a chance with.
until you. you transferred to woodsboro high in the middle of senior year. you were perfect. from your itty bitty skirts to your g-string that always peaked out about the skirt, there was not a single flaw about you.
and the best part? you didn’t see them as nerds, or geeks. you looked up to them, both of them. always looking to them for answers or help with anything.
it was just too easy. too easy for them to get you on your hands and knees, choking on ethan's cock whilst charlie fucked you mercilessly from the back.
━━ ' SMUT IMAGINE "
━━ 'tentacle monster' + f!reader ; NC-17
#. warn; ━━ non-con , somnophilia , monsterfucking , oviposition , breeding, tentacles, dark content. #. notes; ━━ this randomly popped up in my head, ignore it if you want lol. i also had zero idea where this was going halfway through lmao. ━ 572 w.
aaaa omg ive had such a childe brainrot recently and just like ?? villain childe x gn!(afab)reader n tentacle fucking w his water tendrils ?? monsterfucking w his giant foul legacy cock??? yes absolutely urghhh anyways what im tryin to ask is can u write something w childe n monsterfucking ig noncon ?? ughhhh
warnings... noncon, monster fucking, degradation, manipulation
minors do not interact. mature audiences only.
“cute, little, useless traveler. is that all you have?”
the harbinger has you backed into a corner as he towers over you, foul legacy form domineering you in size and as his electro charged lance zaps the air by your face with a intense strike has your hair standing up. you pant, trying to catch your breath and position yourself to attack, at any possible opening in childe’s flawless stance.
“why not abandon your heroic act and become my cocksleeve? surely it’s more fulfilling than what you currently have, doing errands with nothing in return.” his mocking tone makes your ears burn red with embarrassment, it isn’t like you‘ve already lost! you simply need to move forward despite his intimidating aura, shut his arrogant mouth by defeating him and never have to hear him insult your efforts.
