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virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkward😭😭😭)

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pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive

word count .: 3k

warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humping

author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.

“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”

the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.

“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”

“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.

“no, not drugs. condoms.”

adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”

“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.

“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.

“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”

“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.

“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”

“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.

“oh right.”

“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.

“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”

“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.

“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times.

“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.

“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.

“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.

2 messages from angel girl

ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.

“hey, are you listening to me?”

“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.

“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”

“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.

“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”

the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.

slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.

the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.”

“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.

“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”

the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.

grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.

“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.

“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.

“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.

“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.

“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably.

“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.

pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.

“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.

“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.

“she was here a second ago.i think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”

“noth-”

“ethan?”

spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.

you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.

“an angel.”

“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.

“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.

“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”

grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.

“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.”

letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.

“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”

ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”

“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.

“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.

ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”

“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.

closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.”

dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.

“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”

“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”

“can i kiss you?”

nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”

whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.

“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.

“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”

opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.

“you’re such a tease”

🏷 .:@loaksbitch @sullybby @dilfverz my stinkies

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halforangecuts · 1 year ago

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ಇ SNEAKY POSSESION ethan landry

— you’re daring sweet boyfriend is starting to reveal his true colors

warnings dub- con (kinda), possesive, ethan is kind of a creep, dom! ethan, sub! reader, fingering, lmk if i missed anything 879 words

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𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ

THERES A STRICT NO DATING RULE AT THE SUMMER CAMP you and Ethan work as counselors. It's meant to maintain a professional atmosphere and prevent any distractions from affecting the kids. obviously, you and ethan just think its a bunch of bullshit and still date anyway. and today was one of those nights, you were at your usual spot, an abandoned so called “haunted” cabin at the campground.

You're lying on your back, legs spread wide, with Ethan between your thighs. He's kneeling on the countertop, his mouth buried between your legs, and his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place. The cabin is quiet except for the sound of Ethan's hungry eating and your own moans of pleasure. Ethan's tongue moves expertly, swirling around your clit before plunging inside of you, savoring the taste of your sex. He groans in satisfaction, his eyes closing as he continues to eat you out, his hands holding you down even tighter. "Fuck, you taste so good," Ethan growls against your pussy, his voice muffled by your arousal. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust, as he continues to lick and suck your clit.

"I could eat this sweet pussy all day." "Oh my god, Ethan," you moan, your hands gripping the wood of the countertop as he continues to feast on your pussy.

"Don't stop, oh fuck." Ethan's tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit, his fingers now thrusting inside of you, driving you to the brink. You writhe under him, your moans growing louder and more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to release. "Oh fuck, Ethan, I'm going to cum!" you scream, your hips arching off your back as you reach your climax.

Ethan doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers working you even harder as you ride out your orgasm. "That's it, baby. Take it all." Ethan continues to eat you out, his tongue and fingers driving you wild with pleasure. But suddenly, you can't take it anymore. You're

overstimulated, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. "Ethan, stop!" Despite your protests, Ethan's grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you still as he continues to feast on your over-sensitized pussy. "Don't move, baby," he growls. "I want to make you cum again and again." Ethan's tongue continues to work its magic on your clit, even as you try to wriggle away from the overwhelming pleasure. But it's no use - he's too strong, and soon you find yourself moaning once again as another orgasm starts to build within you. "Cum for me again, baby. I want to taste you." Ethan's voice is husky with desirendsw Writern continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers still thrusting deeply inside of you. "Fuck, you're so tight," Ethan groans, his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping wet pussy as he continues to eat you out. Your body is trembling, caught between the pleasure and the discomfort of being overstimulated. "Oh my god, I'm cumming again!" you cry out, your hips bucking as another powerful orgasm rocks through your body. Ethan doesn't stop, he keeps up his assault on your sensitive pussy, dragging out the pleasure until you're left gasping for breath. Ethan ignores your desperate pleas, his tongue never leaving your clit as he forces you through one orgasm after another. Your body is a writhing, shaking mess, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his fingers as he continues to ravage you. Tears stream down your face as you beg him to stop, but his only response is to suck harder on your clit, sending you into another mind-shattering climax. Ethan can feel your vulnerability, and it only serves to turn him on more. He loves the feel of your body trembling beneath his touch, the sound of your desperate cries for mercy as he forces you to cum again and again. Ethan finally allows you to come down from your latest orgasm, but instead of stopping completely, he starts to gently kiss and lick at your pussy lips, soothing the ache between your legs. Ethan slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. He crawls up your body, positioning himself between your legs as he looks down at you with a smirk. As Ethan's smirk grows wider, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The way he talks to you, it's like he's trying to assert some sort of power over you. Ethan's voice lowers, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, "I've been thinking about this all day, every time I see you in those shorts, I want to rip them off and take you right there." Ethan growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You better not wear them around again, or next time, I won't just touch, I'll fuck you right there in front of everyone, show them what a little slut you are” Before, Ethan was sweet, caring, always looking out for you. But now, there's something more, something darker lurking behind his eyes.

Something that makes you question if he's the same person you use to know.

- @dumbslvtforethan on tumblr

a/n: oh god i wish he would do this to me, this os based on this request

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halforangecuts · 1 year ago

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“What? I was at Econ.” (18+)

Ethan finds you drunk in an alley, and he isn't as kind as he seems.

pairing - Ethan Landry x fem!reader

one shot length, 3.4k word fic

warnings: non/dub con, dark, corruption, PIV, bj, fingering, no protection, degrading, slapping, spitting, death to um. reader.

The sound of wet taps and drips filled your ears as you laid on the wet cement of the alleyway. You were worried, of course, but not worried enough to get up and run for your life. It was relaxing, strangely enough. You didn’t hear anyone or anything except the usual engine of a nearby car. Plus, the noise of water was music to your ears.

Suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps. You started to attempt to prop yourself up on your elbows, but you lacked the strength. You had just come out of a party, drunken as ever. An annoyed whine left your mouth as you heard the steps crescendo, growing faster as well. Your eyes shot open when you caught sight of the shadowed figure above you. It was tall and had a masculine frame. When it knelt beside you, you saw the face of a boy. A seemingly sweet one at that.

“Hey. Are you okay?” He asked with sincerity. You slowly shook your head. “Here,” he said, offering his hand to help you up. When you were brought to your feet you stumbled, and he wrapped his arm around your waist to support you. Your head surged with pain at the change in elevation and lighting, the light in front of you dim, but far brighter than the darkness of your eyelids. You groaned to yourself, unaware of your vulnerability.

“What are you doing in this alley?” He asked. You pondered, unsure yourself. “I...party. Party, there,” you slurred due to both the alcohol, and confusion. Really you didn’t know where the party was, or why you were really in this alley. You pointed in a random direction and his eyes followed, not noticing a party. He just shrugged.

“God, this is so creepy,” you said slowly, finally becoming aware of your surroundings. “I wanna go home.” Ethan nodded, looking around for an exit. He held you as the two of you ventured through the alley. That way, you wouldn’t stumble and fall. “My names Ethan, what’s yours?” He asked more straightforwardly than usual, noticing you were very drunk. “Y/n,” you said in reply.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s dangerous,” he said. You just sighed in response. You were in no position to protest considering the predicament you were currently in.

His chest gave you warmth, and you leaned your head on it, even if it affected your balance a little. Your outfit from the party didn’t provide that much insulation. You felt heat travel from your waist to your heinie, and you shifted uncomfortably. His hand was now resting on your barely covered ass, and even your drunk self was disturbed. “Stop, what are you doing,” you asked, and as you tried to snake away, he held you in place. “You looked like you were gonna fall, I’m just holding you better,” he replied. You thought to yourself, your knees were pretty wobbly, and he was helping you. Why were you being so anxious? You decided to let it be.

“God you’re deep in this alley. I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to find an exit that’s not blocked. I might have to call someone to pick us up.” As he opened up his phone and called a contact you weren’t able to read, his hand still had a firm grip on your ass. You kept telling yourself he was just trying to help. “Okay well my friend’s on their way. Let’s sit and wait for them,” he suggested after he finished his call. He walked you to an area that was barely lit with a lamp. The two of you sat on the cold stony ground.

You sat on your butt with your knees propped up, not even noticing how your mini skirt flipped up, revealing your panties. As you looked around the alley, you realized you didn’t notice your surroundings. Sure, you were drunk, but you could’ve sworn you were lying down right near an exit. How come Ethan couldn’t find the exit?

You laid your head against him, feeling comfortable with this complete stranger. Unpredictably, you felt a cold pain searing on your thigh. You bit your lip to hold back a squeal. The pain was temporary, and heat slowly started to warm up your leg. You looked down, and finally noticed that your skirt wasn’t covering your crotch. However, that’s not what you were paying attention to. Your eyes widened at Ethan’s hand, rubbing circles around your inner thigh.

You flinched heavily and loudly whispered, “Fuck, stop! What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan just shrugged, a confused look on his face. “It’s fucking freezing. I’m warming up my hands. Why?” His words were reassuring and reminded you that you were in safe hands. “It just, feels wrong. Please don’t touch me like that.” He nods. “Yeah, sorry. I was just… cold.” You weren’t sure how to respond to him. You were using his chest as a pillow, why couldn’t he use your thighs as hand warmers? You felt it was only fair, especially considering that he was helping you. So, no matter how wrong it felt, you decided to let him. “No you’re right, it is cold. I’m sorry, go ahead.”

You softly winced as his frozen hand touched your thighs once more, the warmth from your blood slowly radiating back to his fingertips. He sighed to himself, “You’re so warm,” as he started slowly massaging your muscle there. You decided to just relax, somebody was going to pick you up and take you home soon. Ethan’s chest was large and comfortable, so you closed your eyes and attempted to drift off.

You couldn’t even relax for 5 seconds before you felt his fingers shift to your panties. He rubbed circles on your clit and you couldn’t help but let out a meek whimper. “Ethan, stop! What do you think you’re doing?” You asked frantically, even though you weren’t at all trying to remove yourself from his grasp. “I already told you, I’m warming up my hands,” he chuckled dryly, and although you hated he was doing this, your back arched against his hand, your primal urge taking over.

“You’re such a liar,” you cried, closing your eyes as you did nothing to fight against his touch. Ethan bit his lip to hold back a groan when he felt your panties dampen, proving you were aroused by this. The most you could muster up to do was just repeatedly whimper out the words “stop, stop, stop, stop.” And when you did decide to try to crawl away, his large hands just held you in place. “God, I’m getting you a fucking ride and I’m rotting in this freezing alley for you. The least you could do is just warm me up!” You nodded in submission, quickly going back to your original position, lying on his chest with your knees open, revealing your panties that now had a damp spot.

He lowered his head, his chin grazing your shoulder. “Your panties are filthy,” he started, hooking the band with his fingers. “Let me help you.” He slid your panties completely off, tossing them to a dark corner. At this point you knew exactly what he was doing. “No, this is too much. Please stop,” you pleaded, your face in your hands to hide your flush of shame.

He striked your face with his palm after yanking your hands away. “Shut up. Hear me?” He gave your other cheek a matching slap while simultaneously exploring your wet folds with his other hand. The pain from the slap and the hurt from the betrayal caused tears to stream from your eyes. Your vision was fogged but you could still notice the way his hand was assaulting your parts. His fingers circled around your clit, eliciting moms from your dainty lips. “Why are you doing this?” You cried. “Well I couldn’t just leave you there for somebody else to use. So pretty, so delicate.”

His fingers sped up in speed, and your whimpers echoed throughout the walls of the silent alleyway. Ethan couldn't help but smirk at the fact you didn’t even try to fight back. Your breathing got heavier, and soon your chest was heaving. Before things got too far you said, “No, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He was very annoyed by this. “But you’re about to cum,” he coerced. He was right, he was hitting that spongy spot in you so well, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. You felt so dirty, knowing he was right. Aware that you were coming undone from a complete strangers fingers in a filthy alley.

“Shh,” he cooed into your ear, noticing your desperate whines and pleas to stop, even though your body was finding immense pleasure. “Just take my fucking fingers and cum. Cum on my fingers like a good fucking whore,” he practically growled, sending heat straight to your core.

You didn’t say anything when you came. You just moaned erratically, your legs shaking and your eyes watering. He pulled his fingers out of you as you panted, recovering from your release. He took a look at the residue glistening on his fingers before smearing them on your face, now slathered with your bodily fluids. “Shit, that’s a good slut.”

You felt disgusted and used, but on the contrary you felt the need to press your thighs together to relieve the feeling within you. “I’m not,” you cried, defending yourself. He grabbed you by the hair, forcefully tilting your head up to look at him. He spat in your face, the glob of saliva dripping from your chin to lips. “Slut,” he repeated, making sure it got through your head. Your face stung from another slap of his hand, and his chuckles made your stomach churn.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded but you shook your head. “No,” you said with a quivering voice, attempting to stand your ground. Swiftly, he pulled out a knife from his pocket. The handle was black and the blade was well, frightening. “Take off your clothes,” he repeated, this time through gritted teeth. The sight of the knife made your heart race with fear. If the situation wasn’t serious before, it was now. You slowly stripped, afraid of maybe making the wrong movie.

“So pretty,” he whispered to himself as he watched in awe, eyes mainly fixated on your tits. He unbuckled his belt, and reached into his boxers to remove his cock. You couldn’t deny it, it was good looking. Even if the size was intimidating and unexpected, it was put together, clean even. But that didn’t stop the disturbed feeling in your gut since this wasn’t right. And even with that disturbed gut feeling, your mind was disturbed at yourself. Disturbed that even with all this fear, apart of you was turned on. The sight of his cock was drenching your already soaked cunt.

Again he grabbed you by the hair, sending stinging pain straight to your scalp. He forced your face in front of his cock, making you topple onto your stomach. You winced when your knees got cut from the rough ground. “Open,” he ordered. You swallowed, not wanting to. You looked into his eyes that sent daggers, reminding you of the danger he held with the knife. Your mouth opened, barely, not even enough to fit a finger, let alone his size.

“Wider,” he said, firmer this time. You stretched your mouth, and your jaw ached. He grinned and guided his thick tip to your opened mouth. The smell of him was so intoxicating. The musk, the dominance, it was all so primal, and even if mentally you were against it, your body couldn’t get enough.

He easily slipped his cock past your lips, and threw his head back with a groan. His hands still held a firm grip on your head as he practically used you as a fleshlight, forcing your head up and down. Your eyes watered when he hit the back of your throat, and you felt your sinuses open, feeling nasally. You felt every ridge and vein of him against your tongue, and the deeper he went, the more difficult it was to not gag.

Ethan muttered curses to himself, loving every second of this. Even while in this inappropriate situation, you found yourself turned on by Ethan enjoying himself. The way he would groan or roll his hips against your throat. “That’s it,” he said before slapping your sore face. “Take that fucking dick.” You whimpered, but it was barely audible with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

With every gag that managed to slip out, you felt your mind go blank. Even with the immense pain, you found pleasure as well. It was obvious from the way your cunt was repeatedly clenching around absolutely nothing.

You gasped for air when he abruptly pulled away. Your lips were swollen and your cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. He stroked himself with nauseating pride before spitting on your face, and at this point, you were fighting back a smile. It landed on your philtrum and dropped down to your chin. You couldn’t help but stare at him stroking his cock, the way each movement of his forearm elicited a lustful moan from him. The way he would tense before each groan, and shiver slightly after.

“Fuck, you want my cum, slut? Want it all over your pretty little face?” You shook your head no, too embarrassed to tell the truth. You craved it. However, your eyes couldn’t pry away from him. Your mind raced with curiosity about him cum. What it would taste like, how thick it would be, how much would come out. “J-just a little,” you didn’t even realize you were saying, too mesmerized in his masturbation.

He knew you wanted it, but he wasn’t going to give up his cum to you for some absent minded statement. “That’s not good enough,” he chuckled, shaking his head. You knew you would have to admit it if you were gonna get his cum. “Please, just let me taste some,” you pleaded.

“Yeah? You want that cum?” He moaned, holding back since he was so close to the edge. “Yes please, I need it,” you begged, your hand smoothing out his thigh to guide your mouth closer. Ethan titled his head back and grunted, stroking himself as thick ropes of his cum landed into your awaiting mouth, some making its way to your nose. “Fuck, it’s so good,” you moaned as you greedily lapped at his tip, hoping he would just keep ejaculating more. You were disappointed when his breathing slowed and it came to an end, your drunken haze more apparent.

He noticed this and grinned to himself, knowing that you started to enjoy this. He guided his tip back to your already parted lips and you started to blow him voluntarily, happily pleasing the man who was assaulting you just minutes before. He reached for his phone, and while doing so his mouth was agape with heavy breathing as you brought his cock back to life. The light emitted on his screen, and unbeknownst to you, he was looking at absolutely nothing. He put the phone in his pocket. “My friend’s finally here, let’s get you home.”

He quickly put his pants back on and stood up, pulling you up by your arm. You reached for your clothes before he said, “Stop it, no time. You want to get home don’t you?” You nod in understanding, but you’re afraid to meet his friend and you don’t want them to see you naked. Nonetheless you ventured through the alleyway completely bare, aside from your feet that were clothed with chunky pink heels. You winced trying to keep up with his pace, his tall stature and large steps making him naturally faster. Your cut up knees however kept you from speed walking, a pain shooting through you if you flexed them too much. You clung to his arm, again finding more stability against him then on your drunken legs.

Suddenly, he grabbed you and slammed you against a brick wall, the tough material slicing your cheek. “Ethan, I wanna go home,” you cried, panic setting in when you heard him unzip his pants. He was holding your face against the wall, but you could see in the shadow on the ground that his cock was out once more. He pressed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down against your ass and folds. “No, stop, please,” you pleaded, not on any birth control, and feeling his raw condomless head.

“Shut up,” he spat, slapping your ass with force that stung. You shrieked as he slowly started to enter, but the noises he made were nothing short of pleasure. Although you were begging, pleading for him to stop, you couldn’t help but push back against his cock, your pussy begging for more. “Mm,” he growled to himself, one hand firm on your hip and another holding your wrists above your head to prevent you from running away. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

Your mouth was leaking moaning pleas, his size practically rearranging your insides. “Stop- your cock’s s’big,” you slurred, your words very oxymoronic. His breathing was heavy down your neck as he impaled your cunt, taking advantage of the inconsistency’s of your words. As much pleasure as you found in this, you didn’t find anything appealing about possibly being impregnated. However both the lust and alcohol made all of those anxious thoughts melt away, letting only your pussy, stuffed to the brim with his cock, think for you.

He slapped your ass, enjoying the way your body jolted and how your mouth let out a weak cry. “That’s it, take my cock like a drunk fucking whore,” he breathily whispered into your ear, covering your body in goosebumps. The alleyway was filled with sounds like dripping water, a squelching pussy, hips slamming against heinie, the man’s grunts, and best of all your pretty moans. He relished in that sound, especially mixed with your begs for him to stop.

“Fuck, gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he said through gritted teeth, speeding up. You cried out at the sudden change in pace, so overstimulated that you didn’t even focus on his words. Your legs shook and you would have fallen if it weren’t for his firm grip on your entire body. It wasn’t until he started slowing down and thrusting deeper that you noticed. “No, what are you gonna, shit- stop!” You cried, realizing he was gonna cum. You tried your best to escape his grip, push him off, but it was honestly laughable how useless your efforts were. He came in your cunt, semen filling up every crevice of your fertile pussy.

Your gasp echoed off the walls, and that would be the last sound you ever made. After he slipped out of you he covered your mouth before you could make another sound, pulling you off the wall and closer to him. He chuckled at your surprised, wide eyes that dilated when you noticed the blade from your peripheral. “What, you didn’t think I’d let you live, did you?” He said before tutting as you tried to escape his grasp. He shook his head, his face obviously showing he found the situation humorous, before turning stone cold, biting his lip as he slammed the knife into your chest. When he pulled the knife out - blood splattering on the walls, your body, and even his face - and when he let go, you tumbled to the ground. He grinned, smudging a little droplet of your blood off his cheek and kicking your body to make sure you were dead, before walking away.

“Mindy, turn up the tv!” Tara urged impatiently, biting her finger nails. “Okay, okay,” Mindy replied, obviously annoyed. Chad and Ethan walked into the apartment unannounced, confused about the commotion. Sam walked out into the living room and stopped in her tracks, stomaching dropping to the floor when she saw what was on screen. “Y/n L/n, a Blackmore University Student, and friend to many, was found raped and killed in an alley nearby a party she attended. Police are narrowing down suspects, and are questioning anybody and everybody who they know was there. DNA on her body from the perpetrator were found inconclusive, not seeming to belong to anyone that exists.”

“Shit,” Chad groaned, wiping a hand down his face. “Fuck, we were all at that party.” He said, before slowly turning his head towards Ethan, his face accusing. Everybody else in the room followed and did the same. Ethan looked astonished that they would even suggest something like that. “What? I was at Econ.”

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the og brat, no one can tell me otherwise (THIS IS MY EDIT BTW)

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halforangecuts · 1 year ago

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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned

Pairing: gf! Ethan Landry x female! reader

Summary: He would do anything for you.

Genre(s): angst, just pure angst.

Warnings: SCREAM VI SPOILERS, obsession, very graphic descriptions of k*lling, inj*ring, bl*od, a lot of yelling, a lot of violence.

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"Baby, baby," he whispered, tears menacing to come out.

You covered your face, shaky hands hesitantly touching your forehead, "Ethan, please-" you took a step back.

He followed you, like he had promised himself he would, making it a vow, a blind devotee, pledged fervor and intensity since the first night he followed you home. He traced your shoulders with his fingers, a hopeless attempt at soothing you.

"No, no-" you took a shaky breath, "I-"

"Baby-"

"No, Ethan, I need to fucking think! Please! I shouldn't have to ask you for a fucking minute!" you spat, voice cracking.

He returned to the couch, perfectly still, he couldn't leave, he never would. Ethan never thought he'd felt fear with you, no matter how many douchebags flirted with you, how many people you had slept with before, the negative opinions people who never learned to mind their own business had, or the extensive periods of time you'd go without seeing one another, he had never doubted your relationship, your bond, he had never been afraid to lose you. It was new, the uncertainty, the mistrust, the anxiety, the dilemma; he was not appealed to the idea of new, not after all the changes his life had gone through in the blink of an eye.

He had chosen you, it wasn't chance, or a senseless coincidence, out of all the people he categorized as appealing, you were seamlessly outstanding, he made you more than the pretty girl from Econ who couldn't keep opinions to herself, he made you his fate, his and his only. He couldn't take credit in shaping you, however, he did crumble to how perfect you were, how flawlessly you filled his every need, a dangerous temptation with the sweetest of embraces. He couldn't afford to lose you, not now, not ever, he would never be able to get such luck, he was never a religious young man, but he felt blessed, and without a question, he would delightedly kneel before you.

"How?"

He turned to you, noticing your quiet sobs.

"How did you do it?" you sniffed.

He gulped, "You saw the news,"

"Yes, I saw the goddamn news Ethan, but I want to hear it from you, with that same confidence that you admitted it, I deserve to know!" you banged your hand on the kitchen counter, "It's the least you can fucking do! The whole fucking truth! I don't care how gross or violent it might sound! We both know you're not ashamed of it, so you better not fucking lie to me, I deserve the truth!"

He corrected his posture, "I took the knife from-"

"No!" you rushed to the living room, "I said everything! When did you decide to kill him?"

He had never seen you in such a way, so angry, so free; he had no choice, but to confess, "When he first whistled at you," he clenched his jaw, "I held back because you told me that you were gonna handle it, but you never did," he relived the frustration, "You knew the school wasn't gonna do anything, and you lied about everything else, so when I found the picture on your phone, I lost it, I followed him home as many times as I needed to memorize his routine, and last night I just-" he slightly grinned through the salty fluid, "I knew he didn't deserve a quick death, so I just began to cut him, until he had no blood to fight, I castrated him, something his parents should've done in the first place," he chuckled, "And to finish it off, I just chopped his head into nothing but paste,"

You looked at the ceiling, "And you-" you winced, "You did this for me?"

"I would do anything for you," he tilted his head.

You nodded as you returned to the kitchen, weakly filled a glass with water, and then drank from it, drowning the urge to feel nausea. You didn't notice when he suddenly was less than three feet away, you almost jumped at his sight.

The room had finally gone silent, nothing to be said, nothing to be thought, just raw suspense. He observed you wiping the runny mascara, hiccuping with every inhale, and almost whining with every exhale, washing the container, and drying your hands, trembling every second like a stray under the rain.

You came close, placed yourself on top of the counter to match his height, grabbed his hands timidly, as if you had never held them before, and cried more at the mere thought of what they can do, there was no point in having remorse anymore, so you simply began to bawl; but even then, you kissed his palms delicately rubbing them after, and guided them to hold your face. You finally met his terrified eyes with your red and puffy ones, trembling fingers crept to his brunette curls, reverently caressing them. You leaned in to peck his lips, testing, they felt so warm, tasted so delicious, you repeated your action, and this time he corresponded.

You had never kissed him with such passion, with such sincerity it almost felt like worship; his right hand hugged your waist, he wanted you, all of you simply in contact with this skin-wrapped vessel of his that was the only thing he could ever be allowed to hold you with.

"Please forgive me," he moaned into the kiss, "I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry,"

He dried your tears with his rough thumbs, out of all the wicked things in his life, you were the best one, the most utterly divine one.

You didn't think it would be possible, but you broke again, you hated every inch of yourself, and almost felt disgusted by it, you weren't mad at him, you never were, you just wanted a reason to withdraw, but you couldn't, now that you knew everything you still loved him, all of it. There was no way back now, no second thoughts, no doubts, just a corrupted girl at his mercy, waiting, patiently waiting for the conflagration, you were ruined by him, for him. Your dearest sin.

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