Im Bisexual So I Think People Forget That Means Im Attracted To Literally Anybody Who Can Either Beat

⋆˚｡⋆✧˚ study breaks

Summary: the sweetest “study sesh”

Pairings: ethan landry x reader. established relationship. mid-plus size!reader. Au! where ethan isnt ghostface

warnings: fluff, so much fluff, reader worship bro, ethan being down bad thats it

word count: 575

notes: i'm actually in love with ethan landry and i feel like he'd be the most affectionate boyfriend (if he wasnt a psychopathic killer </3)

you had invited ethan over to your dorm room so you could study together for economics after you ended up missing a few of the lectures. 

ethan truly was the best boyfriend in the world to you, putting so much effort to re-teach you every single thing you had missed. he didn't want you failing your classes after all. 

however about 3 hours into the studying, its growing painfully clear that ethan was struggling to keep his hands to himself. there weren't even sexual intentions behind his actions, he just wanted to be touching you, holding you. 

its something you picked up during your relationship, he was clingy. and its not like you minded, you were flattered really. after years of considering no man would ever love you because you aren't those skinny models, a nerdy boy walks into your life and turns it all around for you.

to ethan you were the most beautiful human on earth, practically glowing anywhere you want. first lecture of the morning where you looked a mess? glowing. going to the market in your pjs? to die for. bed head? he could eat you alive.

which is why he ended up curling on your lap mid study session, his arms hugging your squishy waist protectively as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he was surprisingly light, legs draped over across from yours. 

the ac hummed through the air, sending a wave of cool through the air that contrasted ethan’s warmth on you. it blended with the quiet song playing over the speakers on your night stand. my bed was messy with scattered books and papers, your laptop sitting untouched next to the highlighters. the warm light coming from the lamp on my night stand casted shadows upon us and highlighted ethan’s curly hair just perfectly. it really felt like your own little corner of the world in times like this. 

ethan’s hands caress up your sides, his palm feels warm against your skin. his weight on you felt like a blanket of comfort.

his hand sweeps across your tummy, making you freeze for a few seconds. ethan notices this, lifting his head from your neck to look you in the eyes. you don't say anything for a couple of seconds, only pressing your free hand against your stomach as if to flatten it unconsciously. 

this makes ethan’s heart ache, he takes your hand and lifts it to his lips; pressing a tender kiss on the skin on your knuckles. “don't do that, hon…” he whispers under his breath.

ethan is not the best at comfort, not knowing how to find the words to say what he wants to say to you. so instead he begins to trail playful kisses up your arm, not stopping on your shoulder and continuing up to your neck and your jaw; which earns giddy chuckles from you.

he swiftly lays you on the bed, his firm chest thats covered by the polo shirt he always wears hovering over you. one of his hands caress your sides, your thighs, your tummy, as if he wants to commit every single curve and edge to memory.

just pure, raw adoration in his eyes as if you were a goddess to be worshiped.

and worship you, he will. “...you're so beautiful…” he finally whispers

i hate it

POV:when you reading a fic then you see a daddy kink but you don’t wanna stop reading cause the fic itself is too good

ykw i should become a wresler.

like think about it im like 5'11 and wide af, do jiu jitsu and kick boxing. id slay?

guys i swear im trying to write my fics but there is so much fucking HOMEWORK

me sleeping peacefully at night after i just spent the whole day reading and writing the most disgusting, vile smut about fictional men

what did you say about my broothaaaa

thats not a stray thats my brothhhaaaaaaaaaaa

you stay away from my brotha cuz i say so :((((

idk how to phrase this but yk that feeling when you pride yourself on being a strong, independent woman but then you come across that one perfectly masculine man who just makes you want to melt into your soft, feminine side and just feel safe? yeah, that

the locker room while cody was getting his ass beat

THERES A REBRAND HAPPENING GUYS OMG

WHAT DO YALL THINK OF THE NAME AETHERA???

hehehe my snookums (short ass gremlin child)