SUMMARY. in which you make a bet with your boyfriend, ethan, the night before the start of october. thirty-one days of sex.
CONTENT. no ghostface!au, smut, this is for kinktober so every chapter has its own thing going on i GUESS?, established relationship, slightly experienced!ethan, inexperienced!reader, they basically learn their kinks and stuff throughout the story, fluff (surprise), no beta, not proofread.
STATUS. upcoming.
AN. chapters aren't set in stone so they could change. i'm like half dead while typing this so if there's a mistake pls tell me.
PLAYLIST.
⸻ INDEX.
00. SEPTEMBER 30TH
an innocent night leads to a month of filth.
01. OCTOBER 1ST
morning sex with ethan is always the best way to start off your day.
02. OCTOBER 2ND
you and ethan decide to take a big step in your relationship and have unprotected sex for the first time.
03. OCTOBER 3RD
after a long day of classes, a warm shower is all you need. and your boyfriend in there for some fun.
04. OCTOBER 4TH
shopping with tara leads to buying a little gift as a surprise for both of your boyfriends.
05. OCTOBER 5TH
ethan is out with chad for a 'boys night,' but you can't help but be desperate for his attention even miles away.
06. OCTOBER 6TH
ethan pushes you to your limits.
07. OCTOBER 7TH
an unexpected turn of events leads to discovering something new about your boyfriend.
08. OCTOBER 8TH
sex couldn't get any better with a little extra help.
09. OCTOBER 9TH
everyone needs a helping hand, or mouth.
10. OCTOBER 10TH
you and ethan recreate a scene from a book, taking on the roles of the characters.
11. OCTOBER 11TH
a college frat party isn't a likely place you'd find yourself having sex. especially not with the constant pounding on the door. ethan doesn't seem to care.
12. OCTOBER 12TH
hearing tara rave about aphrodisiacs, you decide to give them a try.
13. OCTOBER 13TH
you let ethan come in you for the first time.
14. OCTOBER 14TH
ethan becomes obsessed with the idea of breeding you, and you're no better.
15. OCTOBER 15TH
sometimes you just need a mouth to murmur sweet nothings into you to really lay back and relax.
16. OCTOBER 16TH
you find yourself a little tied up.
17. OCTOBER 17TH
ethan can't help but wrap his hands around your pretty little neck as he fucks you.
18. OCTOBER 18TH
the phone starts ringing mid session. ethan urges you to answer.
19. OCTOBER 19TH
ethan's partner for his econ project can't seem to keep her hands to herself. your jealousy gets the better of you and you decide to show who he belongs to.
20. OCTOBER 20TH
the group is out for a night of fun, unaware of the game being held between you and ethan.
21. OCTOBER 21ST
hopefully no one notices your hands down the pants of your boyfriend.
22. OCTOBER 22ND
there's nothing more enticing than what you can't see.
23. OCTOBER 23RD
you let ethan fuck you in your sleep after he comes home late.
24. OCTOBER 24TH
watching each other get off turns out to be more intimate than you thought it would be. the only rule is no touching.
25. OCTOBER 25TH
you and ethan get shit-faced drunk, unable to keep your hands to yourselves any longer.
26. OCTOBER 26TH
after the other night, you want to know what it's like to be ethan's little pet.
27. OCTOBER 27TH
cockwarming ethan as he tutors you.
28. OCTOBER 28TH
he much as he gets off on giving you pleasure, he finds just as much amusement in denying it from you.
29. OCTOBER 29TH
you finally let ethan fuck you from the back.
30. OCTOBER 30TH
october is coming close to an end, so the two of you decide to make a little reminder of your time together.
31. OCTOBER 31ST
the best thing about sex with ethan landry is the aftercare he gives afterwards.
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i'm gonna...finally...continue....my ethan kinktober....series.....if anyone.....cares.....because i made a new friend recently and turns out they read my fic before so it would just be really cool if i could finish the series for him!!
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if you end up not being able to get out all the kinktober chapters before the end of october, please don’t give up on the unreleased chapters 😩🙏
i will happily read kinktober stuff in december or however long it takes 🥺❤️
no worries about it being late though, you know your girl has definitely posted stuff super late because of school work 😭💀 happens to all of us
for sure!! i love ethan sm and need more content for him so i hope to give him justice with this series. if i don't finish, please someone yell at me until i do because its all planned out in my head already so i'll literally remember the plot 5 years from now and be haunted by it.
and thats so REAL school work is the actually devil when it comes to this because by the time i'm done im so burnt out and tired to write any more
i'm doing a research project on mythical creatures, and i chose the nøkken, so i got an idea. for context, the nøkken is a water spirit, often denoted as male, that lures in women and children with it's music and illusions and drowns them.
the core four & co are visiting an old, sleepy town where mysterious things keep happening. the townspeople seem a little off, but it's nothing to be wary about. the group makes acquaintance with the bailey siblings, but there is something about them that feels...unsettling about them. as midsummer night approaches, horrific drownings start to occur and strike fear among the townspeople.
but, just why does everything seem to lead back to the youngest of the siblings, ethan bailey?
SUMMARY. your boyfriend is the clingest mf to ever exist.
CONTENT. fluff, um idk that's like it, kind of crack i guess, no beta, not proofread.
WORD COUNT. 675
even when you have to use the bathroom at night, chris won't let go of you at all. it's either you take him with you to the bathroom, or you just don't go at all. if you even try to escape from his grasp, he'll whine and pout until the end of time.
"chris, i'm sorry, but i really had to go."
you sigh, trying to reason with your clingy boyfriend for the hundredth time that night. he simply pouts and beckons for you to go back to petting his hair. you roll your eyes, but do as he asks nonetheless.
the two of you stay like that for who knows how long before chris finally decides that you're worthy of hearing his voice again. "take me with you next time, 'kay?"
you snort, shaking your head fondly at your boyfriends antics. of course he of all people would want that. he really couldn't stand a moment apart.
"fine."
walking together means holding hands through thick or thin, hot or cold. it could be the world's hottest, most sweltering of heat, and chris would still insist on holding your hand. he would rather deal with you complaining the whole way through than let go.
it was over a hundred degrees in la that day and all you wanted was to get away from the heat, but chris had another idea in mind. really, you should question why you were dating a man who insists on buying the newest addition to the lego botanical collection.
to make matters worse, he would rather die than admit that holding hands was disgusting when all of your sweat pooled up in them. your hands were basically a pond of sweat.
"you don't wanna hold hands with me?" chris questions, the look on his face just telling that he was offended by the mere idea of it.
"no," you say with an exasperated tone. sweat. pond. hand. gross. you raise your hands up and held it up to his face, showing him what was wrong with the whole idea. "i just don't want sweat dripping down my hand."
he looks at your intertwined hands for a moment, staring just as a drop of sweat rolls down onto the concrete ground. it leave a wet mark that will most likely be gone in the next minute with how hot it was.
"there's nothing wrong with that."
"ugh, chris!"
met a fan in the wild? he will find a way to keep his hands on you. do not doubt this man. if chris were to be a saying, he would be the embodiment of 'if there is a will, there is a way.'
you watch as the fan hugs the triplets one by one. first nick, then matt, and finally they arrive at chris. they stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to approach the situation with chris unwilling to let go of you.
noticing their hesitance, the boy smiles and holds out his own arms, never actually letting go of your hand and wraps them around the fan warmly. on the flip side, you walk around the two of them, being guided by chris.
you deadpan at chris, questioning if that really just happened. in response, he just smirks and gives you a cheeky wink. as the two of them seperate, chris guides you back to your spot beside him and squeezes your hand reassuringly.
what would you ever do without your little big clinger? probably have some personal space, but who needs that these days anyways?
no matter what, you can could on your boyfriend to always be there by your side. he'll be there when you're sick, insisting that he doesn't care if he catches the same sickness that has you bedridden. he'll be there the day you get married, albeit he has to be there. he'll even be there as you have raging bloody diarrhea and get matt to drive you to the er.
chris sturniolo is a d1 clinger, but he's your d1 clinger.
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SUMMARY. in which you make a bet with your boyfriend, ethan, the night before the start of october. thirty-one days of sex.
CONTENT. no ghostface!au, ethan bailey is canon!!, established relationship, fluff, bantering, a little suggestive, no smut, basically a prologue chapter, no beta, not proofread.
WORD COUNT. 1.9k
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11:49 PM.
It’s times like this where I find myself thinking — really thinking — deeper into life and its meaning. The closer I look, the more I start to realize how glorified life is. I follow the same routine day-in and day-out. Wake up, get ready, go to class, go home, and get ready for the same thing tomorrow. It’s like the only time I get to have a reprise is in moments late into the night, all snuggled up and ready to sleep. A sliver of freedom in a meticulously bland and boring way of life.
Not to be melodramatic or anything. Ethan often told me I have a knack for that.
The blinding light of my laptop screen hits my retinas with a harsh glare despite having set the brightness to its dimmest setting. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, so I tough it out. I scroll aimlessly through my Tumblr dashboard, skimming past posts until one catches my attention just enough for me to stop and actually read.
‘Mattheo Riddle x Reader, Niccolo Govender x Reader, Jack Ch—’
“Ugh,” a small groan sounds from beside me on the bed. With a quirk of a smile, I glance beside me at my boyfriend, Ethan Bailey, who is laid there in all his glory. He has his arm draped over his eyes, covering them from the light emitting from my laptop. For a split second, I feel bad for disturbing his sleep. Ethan lets out another groan before throwing his arm off to the side, his eyes flickering over to my figure. “Angel, can we please go to bed?”
I sigh as I hear the pleading tone of his voice and shoot him an apologetic look.
“Just a few more minutes, Eth. Promise.”
Ethan simply gives me a blank stare, not believing my words for a second. He rolls over onto his side, now fully facing me with a sulky little pout on his lips. As cute as he is, I can’t fall for his tricks and forget about the task I had assigned myself. Ethan raises his head from the pillow, craning his neck to peek at my screen. Curious, he asks, “What are you doing anyways?”
A soft smile crosses my face at his question, both amused by the innocence behind it and touched by his curiosity. I reach over to pet his messed up curls, a habit that I had developed ever since the two of us moved in together for the new semester. Immediately, Ethan melts into my touch, visibly relaxing at the contact shared between the two of us.
“Just waiting for all the October context to start being posted.”
“Why October specifically?” He asks while furrowing his brows in confusion, completely and blissfully unaware of what I was talking about at all. It was kind of cute that he didn’t know, especially considering Richie of all people ran an active and thriving blog. It was literally the worst kept secret ever. Even Quinn knew. “Something special happening?”
“Mmm, something like that…” I giggle, causing Ethan to raise his furrowed brow at me in question. Unable to keep a straight face at the overly serious expression that he’s giving me, I burst out in laughter, deciding to finally enlighten him to the world of Kinktober. After a few moments, I calm myself down, taking a few deep breaths, letting out some final snickers. On the flip side, Ethan just stares at me blankly, unamused. With a roll of my eyes, I softly scratch at his scalp, confessing the ‘dirty secret’ I had been keeping for so long. “It’s Kinktober. Y’know, when writers just shit out a bunch of written porn?”
“Kink…tober?” Ethan repeats back, his expression contorting into one of confusion. He repeats the word a few more times, looking deep in contemplation while processing the information I had just dumped on him. Without even trying to hide it, I coo at him like an owner would at their pet. Blinking, he deadpans, “So you’re up at midnight just to read porn?”
“Smut.”
“Right. Smut.” He corrects himself, but not without a dramatic show of rolling his eyes in faux annoyance. It’s now my turn to roll my eyes, removing my hand from his hair and flicking his forehead in retaliation. Immediately, Ethan swats my hand away from anywhere near his face and rubs his forehead, grumbling to himself as he gives me a proper stinkeye. In return, I simply give him a cheeky smile and stick out my tongue, albeit a bit childishly.
It doesn’t take much long though until he forgets about the whole ordeal and goes back to the topic at hand. He clicks his tongue, eyes brightening with an idea that I know could be no good and smirks at me. With a lazy drawl, he asks smugly, “Why read about sex when you have me?”
Not expecting that of all things to come out of his mouth, I’m taken by surprise. A snort escapes my lips at the suggestive implication in his words. Placing my laptop beside me, I prop myself up on my elbow and lean down to Ethan, squinting at him. “What’re you trying to say, Bailey?”
Like a predator stalking his prey, he gazes up at me, a tinge of seduction behind those innocent looking brown eyes. He eyes me with temptation, luring me in before he can swallow me whole. His larger hand stalks around my hip, caressing at my skin as he travels across its smooth surface. Suddenly, I’m pulled in, now on top of him and straddling his hips where I can feel him start to harden.
“There’s no way some dumb words could ever be better than…me.”
He’s right and we both know it, but a bigger part of me wants to challenge him on that. Maybe it’s his cockiness in his tone, or the fact that his growing boner is directly pressing against my clothed core as he grinds his hips. Either way, I raise my eyebrow, looking down at him from above. “Really, huh? Big words coming from someone who came within the first three minutes last time.”
At the reminder of the last time we had sex, his eyes widened and his face flushed in embarrassment. “That was an accident!” He vehemently exclaims, defending himself for his early ejaculation.
If I were to be completely honest, I was kind of turned on from how easily he came from just being inside of me, not even fully engulfed. The idea was lewder than the circumstances surrounding it, but the prospect of him almost coming inside of me — Even though we were protected — was as enticing as it was terrifying.
“Besides, you know how good I can make you feel.” Ethan then attempts to wink, his eyelids not cooperating, leading to him blinking instead. Realizing that he messed up his attempt to be smooth, he shakes his head and instead smiles sheepishly.
I giggle at his silliness, brushing aside the curls near his eyes with a level of fondness I once never would have known to exist. He really was perfect for me. Pinching his cheeks, I keep poking at him and his cocky attitude. “You think you can keep up?”
“Babe, I know I can.” He states as confident as ever, a smirk playing on his face. Without another word, he starts to run his hands up my thighs, my skin prickling up at his electric touch. Reaching my hips, he starts to rub circles around my hip dips, fondling my inner thighs. I let out a deep sigh, both relaxing at his intimate touch, and tensing as his boner pokes into me. Unable to help myself, I grind my pulsating core against him, satisfying the need.
“So cute...”
I whine at his words, embarrassed at just how badly I needed him at this moment. He was the one who started it in the first place, yet I was the one here left to look like a mess instead of him. It was unfair. Continuing to grind against him, he suddenly stops his movements. I hiss out, “Eth, you annoying fuck…”
Out of nowhere, he flips the two of us around, the lower half of his body pressed against me as he looks down on me. I’m caged in his arms, each one placed beside me, trapping me as his prisoner. Ethan cocks his head to the side, an innocent look on his face. He speaks in a sickeningly sweet voice, “What’s the matter, angel?”
“You know what’s wrong.”
“Do I?” He asks, pretending to think about it.
“Eth!” I hiss, squirming underneath him. He’s so close, the only thing separating us being the clothes we have on. Never have I ever wanted to not have any on more than I do right now. I needed to feel him, all of him. Not just his warmth, but skin against skin to truly prove that he was right there with me.
Ethan lets out a chuckle, grinning at how needy I was being. I bet he really got off on that, huh? Knowing that he was in control, having me wrapped around his finger. Fuck, I needed him in me whether it was his fingers or his dick. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at me like he was reprimanding me. “Thirty-one days, angel. You can wait a few hours.”
Just like that, Ethan shifts off of me and back to his side of the bed with a satisfied smile on his face. The sudden switch from before to now was jarring and it took me a few moments before I completely processed what just happened. I scoff, propping myself up on my elbows and looking over at him.
“Are you serious?”
“Super.” The pain in the ass called my boyfriend responds, closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep.
“You’re literally cockblocking yourself!” I sputter out in disbelief. Ethan Bailey, the boy who couldn’t keep his hands off of me. The same boy who literally cried the first time we had sex — I did too. The same boy who was now laying in our bed with a rock-hard boner, yet doing nothing about it when he had the more than eager opportunity to. What a fucking idiot.
“Mmm,” he hummed, thinking over his words carefully. “I can handle it.”
I let out an overdramatic huff as I collapsed onto the bed. Looking over, I peer at Ethan’s ‘sleeping’ face. A few moments passed of me just staring at him with a blank expression before he opened one eye and looked at me with a questioning expression. “Can’t sleep, love?”
“Don’t even.” I warned, glaring at him and his feigned nonchalance.
He chuckles, and I can feel him shift in the bed. Soon, arms wrap around me and pull me into a tight embrace. My face is gently placed against Ethan’s nape where I often laid on nights like this. Without a word, I wrap my arms and legs around him like a koala with a tree, seeking any contact with him. I bury my face into his nape, taking in his cinnamon scent.
“Sorry.” Despite his words, Ethan lets out another chuckle, the vibrations of it throughout his body a soothing feeling against my tense body.
I grumble, “You’re not sorry.”
He huffs in amusement at my sulkiness, petting my hair. Pecks and kisses litter my face in a frenzy as a way of him trying to make me feel better. To his credit, it does work despite my attempts to not let it. How could I ever resist his kisses? Peering down at me, Ethan smiles softly before kissing my lips. Cinnamon chapstick and lemonade citrus.
