Morning Sex With Ethan

morning sex with ethan

you’re already all huddled up together in his twin-sized bed, and when you wake up, you sigh in relief as you remember that chad did not get back to the dorm room. you have the room to yourselves. you have ethan to yourself this morning.

sweet ethan is snoring into the crook of your neck, his fluffy curls tickling you as his chest rises and falls against your body. you raise a hand to run it through his hair, and he rewards you with a sleepy, yet content groan.

“g’mornin,” he murmurs into your neck before planting a sleepy kiss on the base of it, his arms wrapping themselves around you to hug you even tighter.

“morning, baby,” you greet back, one hand raising his chin to give him a soft kiss on his lips. he pouts but doesn’t move, letting you peck as many kisses on his lips as you want. and then, ethan opens his mouth, catching your lips in surprise and instantly runs his tongue on yours.

when he breaks away, he settles back to your neck, eyes still closed, “m’hard,” he tells you, “need some pussy, please.”

“this early in the morning?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“please,” he begs, mouthing at your neck. “i’ll do the work, y’can just lay there and take it.”

you pretend to think about it, even though you both know you’re always ready to go once ethan starts tonguing your mouth. so when you nod and say yes, ethan turns you over, slowly, still sleepy and relaxed. you laugh when you see that he’s dragging his boxers down and your panties down too, yet his eyes are still closed. “you’re not even opening your eyes for me?”

“m’still a bit sleepy,” he mumbles, flushing a shade of pink. he removes your shirt (his shirt) and positions his lips on your breasts, almost panting as he cups your right breast. then, he finally opens his eyes, looking at you with puppy eyes as he sticks his tongue out, almost catching your nipple.

you arch your back, wanting to feel his wet mouth on you, on your tits, almost gushing because how can you not when ethan looks at you like he’s begging you to let him suck your tits?

when he finally wraps his lips on your nipple, you moan, arching into him. his other hand strokes his cock, wet with his precum, and guides himself into your cunt. he grunts as he slides in, popping his mouth off your nipple as he moves his head to face you. “your pussy feels so warm…ha….fuck…”

“shit, ethan,” you feel stretched out, so early in the morning and his cock filling you all the way in until his balls press against your ass.

when he pulls back and thrusts back in, you both shudder at the feel. ethan makes sure he’s balls deep in your pussy and stops, his cheek resting against your as he whispers into your ear, “this is gonna be quick, m’sorry baby.” he whines as he tries not to move, tries to calm himself so that he doesn’t nut inside you after two pumps.

“it’s okay,” you tell him, “it’s okay, ethan, just cum inside…”

“shit…don’t talk like that…”

“i just need your cum in my pussy, please.”

ethan almost sobs into your ear, slowly pulling back and thrusting back in until he establishes a rhythm. not fast, but deep, and you feel like he’s hitting you so deep, almost like the fat head of his cock is bumping against your cervix.

“m’cummin, oh sorry, m’cummin already…aah! fuck…ha…” he pulls back to look you in the eyes, “i’m cummin’ in your pussy.”

“fuck, ethan, cum inside me, please,” you beg, one hand coming up to wrap behind his neck, “but look at me. i want you to look at me when you empty your balls in my pussy.”

“ahh! fuuuuuck, it’s all there,” he whines, trying not to close his eyes in bliss as he looks at you as he cums, “it’s”, thrust, “all,” thrust, “here,” thrust, a particularly strong one that makes you squeal, “deep in your pussy.”

he collapses on top of you, kissing you as he grinds his hips, making sure all his cum doesn’t flow out of your cunt. but it’s the first load of the day, and he almost always cums a lot during the mornings.

“i’m sorry i came so early,” ethan says, planting a kiss on your cheek, “in exchange you can do whatever you want with me tonight.”

“whatever i want?” you raise your eyebrows.

ethan nods, “i promise.”

“good,” you pat his cheeks, opening up your arms in an embrace and ethan rests his head in between your breasts, “maybe i can finally use that fleshlight on you, that you’ve been hiding from me.”

silence, then…

“how did you know about that?”

SMAU- BABY PICS PT.5

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

Note: I keep getting so many requests for baby fluff 😭 so here you go

Masterlist

Can you do one where Ao'nung is an asshole with everyone but his wife/courted. Like he'll forget to use manners, one gentle but reprimanding tug of his ear and he adds a, "please" to the end of his sentence.

I can see Ronal finding this very amusing.

my soul, you really took my soul

synopsis: moments where fishlips is soft for you <3

tags: established relationship, kissing n making out, lo'ak trying to impress fishlips, i believe in whipped! ao'nung supremacy

author's note: sorry for the late response! my laptop exploded <3

Your laughter filled the air as Ao'nung planted warm kisses across your face, his large hands cupping your face delicately.

"Hmm, Ao'nung," you purred, a soft grin adorning your lips as you inclined your head, reveling in the tender affection.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this precious moment. But even amidst the sweetness, a gentle reminder of reality pulled you back.

"There are people around," you managed to say between your laughter, fully aware of the curious eyes that might be watching your affectionate display with the chief's son.

"Yeah?" Ao'nung's mischievous smirk only grew broader, his eyes dancing with a playful glimmer as he cast aside any concerns. He pulled you in even closer, his hands resting upon your hips as he drew you into a deep kiss.

"Let them watch then," he grinned, his fangs lightly grazing against your bottom lip as he spoke.

Just as the two of you were fully immersed in this intimate moment, it was abruptly interrupted by a shout.

"Fishlips!" Lo'ak called out, brandishing a fishing net, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.

Ao'nung cursed under his breath, distancing himself from your embrace as he directed a scowl towards Lo'ak.

"What?" he snapped, his voice tinged with impatience, yearning to be away from the unwelcome disruption.

Undeterred, Lo'ak displayed his spoil. "Look what I caught," he smirked, raising the net filled with a writhing dinicthoid for all to see.

Even from a distance, the creature's appearance was apparent, with its gargoyle-like features, beady red eyes, and razor-sharp teeth. Despite its dangerous allure, the dinicthoid held great significance to the Na'vi, and capturing one during the hunt was a testament to a warrior's bravery.

"Got it on the first try," the Omatikayan boasted, dropping the squirming fish at Ao'nung's feet with a resounding thud.

Ao'nung regarded the catch with narrowed eyes, a trace of admiration flickering beneath his facade. "Must have been a lucky shot," he grumbled, trying to downplay his surprise in front of Lo'ak.

Tutting softly, you reached out and lightly swatted the side of his head, a gesture that only you could get away with. Ao'nung felt a mixture of embarrassment and affection as he gazed at you with mild bewilderment.

"Come on," you said, your tone light. "Give him some credit. Lo'ak provided for the clan, and we should appreciate that."

Ao'nung sighed, ears flickering back. By your command, he turned back to Lo'ak and offered a begrudging nod. "Well done, forest boy," he mumbled, attempting to conceal the annoyance that gnawed at him.

Satisfied with the acknowledgment, Lo'ak swaggered away, his pride evident in every step.

"Finally," Ao'nung huffed, a mix of relief and exasperation in his voice. He turned to you, a slight smile forming at the edges of his lips, as if your presence could chase away all his frustrations. "Thought he would never leave."

"Well, now he has," you replied, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes as your tail playfully trailed up his thigh. "Now, where were we?"

Ao'nung's gruff exterior melted away, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in to meet you halfway. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his embrace.

As the night settled in, the village gathered around a crackling fire, its warmth and light creating a cozy atmosphere. The scent of roasted fish wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and the rhythmic beat of drums. The clan was in high spirits, celebrating the fresh snd successful hunt.

"Right here," he whispered, voice a gentle rumble as he connected his lips to yours.

You sat beside Ao'nung, eating with him from your shared plate. It was a routine you two had grown used to after so many years together. He had always appreciated your presence, finding comfort in the familiarity of your company amidst the bustling celebration. The way your laughter blended with the melodic chants and the soft murmur of conversations added to the sense of belonging and togetherness that filled the air.

"Yawne," Ao'nung called out, his attention momentarily drawn to his meal. "Pass me that sauce."

Instead of obliging immediately, you gave him a playful look, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you reached up to pinch at his ear. Ao'nung jerked back, letting out a grunt of pain.

With a knowing expression, you met his gaze. Understanding your unspoken message, Ao'nung heaved a dramatic sigh of defeat.

"Ma'yawne," he called out again, adding a hint of contrition in his voice. "Please pass me that sauce," he grunted out, emphasizing the word you oh so wished to hear.

"That's better. It doesn't hurt to be polite," you grin, fingers brushing against his momentarily as you passed the bowl, sending an electrifying warmth coursing through him.

Your smile widened, and you reached for the wooden bowl with a nod of approval.

Ao'nung grumbled good-naturedly, but his heart swelled with warmth as he wrapped a strong arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him. The little tug-of-war between you had always been a part of your relationship, and it was something he treasured deeply even if he didn't say it out loud.

Across the table, both Ronal and Tonowari watched the scene before them in amusement. No matter how many times they saw it, your interactions and dynamics were always so entertaining to them.

Ao'nung notices their states and turns to them with a irked look, brow raised, "Is there something you need?"

"No," Ronal hums, lips curling into a half-smile at her son's annoyed glower, "We are just glad someone has finally managed to tame you."

A Winter's Embrace

The first flakes of winter had begun to fall, gently dusting the bustling streets of Brooklyn. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine and frost filled the atmosphere. Amid the holiday buzz, the small café on the corner of Winter Street and Marvel Avenue remained a cozy sanctuary. Inside, a fire crackled warmly in the hearth, and the scent of cinnamon and cocoa wafted through the air.

You had always loved winter, with its promise of warmth and togetherness. Your favorite spot in the café was by the window, where you could watch the snowflakes dance against the glass. Today, though, your anticipation was different. You were waiting for Bucky.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, the man who had seen more winters than he cared to remember, yet who brought a warmth to your life that rivaled any hearth. It had been a whirlwind romance, filled with laughter, deep conversations, and a shared understanding of life's complexities. Bucky, with his haunted blue eyes and endearing smile, had become your world, and you his anchor in a sea of memories and uncertainties.

The doorbell tinkled, and you looked up from your book, heart skipping a beat as you saw him. Bucky walked in, shaking the snow from his dark hair, his cheeks flushed from the cold. His eyes met yours, and a smile spread across his face, chasing away any lingering shadows.

"Hey, doll," he greeted, his voice like velvet as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Hi, Bucky," you replied, your smile mirroring his. "How was your day?"

He shrugged off his heavy coat, revealing the well-worn leather jacket you loved. "Better now that I'm here with you."

You blushed, feeling the warmth of his words. Bucky reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet you could feel the strength in his grip, a reminder of the soldier he once was—and still was, in many ways.

"I ordered your favorite," you said, nodding towards the steaming mugs of hot chocolate that sat before you, each topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

Bucky chuckled, a sound that always sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You know me too well."

As you sipped your drinks, you fell into easy conversation. Bucky told you stories from his past, his voice weaving tales of camaraderie and adventure, of lost friends and hard-won battles. You listened intently, your hand never leaving his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes when he spoke of those times, a glimpse of the pain he carried, but also a quiet strength that never ceased to amaze you.

After a while, the conversation turned to lighter topics. You teased him about his aversion to modern technology, and he playfully retorted by mocking your inability to navigate the city without Google Maps. The banter was familiar, comforting, a reminder of the bond you shared.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, creating a magical winter wonderland. As the café began to fill with evening patrons, you and Bucky decided to take a walk. Bundled up in your coats and scarves, you stepped out into the winter night, hand in hand.

The streets were quieter now, the snow muffling the usual city sounds. You walked in companionable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Bucky's gloved hand was warm in yours, and you felt a sense of contentment that words could not capture.

"Do you ever think about the future?" you asked softly, breaking the silence.

Bucky glanced at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Sometimes. It's hard to look too far ahead, but when I do… I see you."

Your heart swelled at his words. "I see you too, Bucky. Wherever the future takes us, I want to be with you."

He stopped walking, turning to face you. The falling snow framed his face like a scene from a fairy tale. "You mean the world to me, you know that?" His voice was earnest, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "And you mean everything to me, Bucky."

He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in your own bubble of warmth and love.

For a moment, you stood like that, holding each other as the snow continued to fall. It was a moment of perfect peace, a memory you would cherish forever.

Eventually, Bucky pulled back slightly, his hand cupping your cheek. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's go home," he murmured.

Hand in hand, you made your way back to your shared apartment. The space was small but cozy, filled with the little touches that made it home—pictures of your adventures together, mismatched mugs, and a blanket you had knitted last winter. Bucky started a fire in the fireplace while you changed into something more comfortable.

As the fire crackled to life, you joined Bucky on the couch. He wrapped an arm around you, and you snuggled into his side, feeling the warmth of the flames and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

"Remember our first winter together?" you asked, a smile playing on your lips.

Bucky chuckled. "How could I forget? You insisted on building a snowman in the park, even though it was freezing."

"And you insisted on making sure it had the perfect carrot nose," you added, laughing at the memory.

Bucky's laughter joined yours, the sound filling the room with joy. "We made quite the team."

"We still do," you said, looking up at him.

He met your gaze, his eyes soft with affection. "Yes, we do."

As the night wore on, you talked about your plans for the future—trips you wanted to take, dreams you hoped to achieve. There was an unspoken understanding that whatever the future held, you would face it together. With each word and shared dream, you felt the bond between you growing stronger.

The fire began to die down, casting a gentle glow over the room. You yawned, the events of the day catching up with you. Bucky noticed and smiled, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

"Time for bed, doll," he said softly.

You nodded, reluctantly pulling yourself away from the warmth of his embrace. Together, you made your way to the bedroom, the familiar comfort of your shared space welcoming you. Bucky pulled back the covers, and you slid in, the sheets cool against your skin. He joined you, and you immediately curled up against him, seeking his warmth.

"Goodnight, Bucky," you whispered, your eyes already drifting closed.

"Goodnight, love," he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As you lay there, the world outside your window continued its winter dance, the snow falling silently. In Bucky's arms, you felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved. You knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

The future was a tapestry yet to be woven, but tonight, in the quiet embrace of a winter's night, you had everything you needed. Bucky's steady heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep, and in your dreams, you saw a lifetime of winters and summers, of laughter and tears, of shared moments and endless love.

And so, with the promise of tomorrow and the warmth of Bucky's embrace, you slept, content and hopeful, ready to embrace the adventures that awaited you both.

”I had econ!”

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ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, 18+ but yk i cant control what you read cuz i aint your ma 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“where were you?! you disappear and my sister almost gets killed!” chad pulled ethan by the jacket and slammed him against a nearby vehicle

“i had econ!” ethan shouted as chad battered him with accusations of hurting his sister mindy.

ethans mind floods with flashbacks from earlier-

y/n tugged at ethans shirt as she deepened their kiss, desperate to get him to shed the item of clothing. he separated himself from her to pull his t-shirt off. he reconnected the kiss and picked her up. he toyed with the hem of her shorts while walking them towards his bedroom

he sat her on the bed and sat on his knees, not breaking the kiss. their tongues fought, sliding against the others lips to find entry. he pulled away to speak, “can i take these off?” he asked looking up at you through his eyebrows, waiting for approval while searching your face for any sign of unwanting. “fuck, please, yes.” you breathed out while nodding your head. 

he pulled them off along with your underwear. he kissed the insides of your thighs, slowly inching closer to the wetness pooling between your legs. he reached your clit and attached his lips as he began to suck. he slid his fingers up and down in between your folds before slipping a finger in and began pumping. this action drew a moan from your throat. he took this as a sign to add another and speed up. he pumped faster and just as he felt you getting closer and squeezing his fingers, he pulled them out. you let out a sad whimper and cocked your head to the side. “why’d you stop?” you asked. “want you to cum on my cock, pretty girl.” he said as he began to unbutton his jeans. he pulled his boxers down to his knees and ran his pink tip that was leaking precum through your wet folds. he slowly inserted his dick into you, planting a hand onto your thigh to steady himself. he groaned loudly as he bottomed out. he began thrusting into you at a fast pace, not giving you time to adjust. you moaned out in pain and pleasure as he sped up. he was now pumping into you at an unimaginable speed. he ran his big hands over your breasts, playing with your nipples with his thumbs as he did so. you were letting out loud moans and you were sure the neighboring dorms could hear you, but right now you didnt care. he guided his hands down to your hips and began slamming his hips into yours as he felt himself inch closer to release. this made you to tip over the egde and release, the knot snapping in your stomach. your cum dripped down ethans cock as he continued to pound into you. the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so good and the sounds of your moans in his ear made him release inside of you, the hot liquid pooling and dripping out as he pulled himself out. he leaned down to kiss you— 

“ethan!” chad shouted, pulling him out of his trance. “yeah, yeah sorry, uh zoned out there. you can ask y/n, she was sitting with me and helping me take lecture notes.” he said. fuck, he couldn’t wait for your class to end and see you at his dorm later.

rafe making it fit ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

“rafe, it’s not going to fit,” your eyes wide, your heart pounding against the confinement of your rib cage.

“don’t be stupid,” he laughs maniacally, his deep laughter booming and radiating your bones. his eyes are trained on his large cock in his hands, pumping the length as it lines up with your entrance.

“rafe!” you squeak out, scared. your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents. he wasn’t even inside you, but your guts were already hurting just from the look of his size.

“would you relax?” he breathes out, his eyes flitting up to yours. “it will fit, just breathe,” his eyes focus back on his cock in his hand, the tip nearing your entrance.

you attempt to obey him, breathing erratically as his warm tip reaches your burning pussy. your body suddenly becomes more rigid than it was before, if that was even possible.

rafe sighs condescendingly, his eyes locked on your bare core. “y/n,” he breathes out, his eyes looking up at you, hooded. “just relax. i can’t fit if you don’t relax,” his voice is low and impatient. he sees your anxiousness and just how innocent and scared you look, “it will feel good, baby, i promise,” he assures, his voice barely a whisper.

you nod your head, attempting to relax your achy and rigid muscles. clutching onto rafe’s broad shoulders as you feel his tip slipping into your folds.

your muscles freeze up again, your breathing catching in your throat. you didn’t mean to, he was just so thick and long and… you were terrified he was going permanently rearrange your guts.

rafe groans, feeling your pussy clenching tightly around him. he leans in, bringing his mouth to your neck as his tongue darts out, nipping and licking at your most sensitive spots.

this helped you to relax more, sinking into the bliss and rafe takes his opportunity, sliding the rest of his length into you in one swift movement.

“oh, fuck,” he growls lowly, the sound eliciting something erotic in you.

your eyes grow wide and you clutch onto rafe’s torso like your life depended on it. you were so full, and in one moment, you wondered if it was even normal to feel this fucking full.

“rafe,” you whimper out, his cock dragging out of your bumpy walls before he slides back in with ease. his mouth continues to attack your neck, leaving purple bruises and trying to keep you tame as he fucks the living shit out of you.

haunting adeline has seriously awoken something in me.