#ethan punches him in the throat

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

alternate universe where karl doesnt try to use ethans daughter as a weapon and everything is happy

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #wintersberg #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #re8 #sturm re8 #sturm #karl would take ethan on a factory tour #heres where i keep all my corpses #ethan punches him in the throat

[bl3upi3]

Twisted Fate | Ethan Landry

Summary: After being attacked by ghostface Reader discovers another side of life. It turns out that you are more attracted to the killer than you think.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, maybe SPOIL ?, p in v unprotected, blood kink, knife play, characters death, choking, violence. Let me know if I've forgotten anything.

A/N: I haven't watched the whole film but Ethan is so hot. This is my first smut so please feel free to give me feedback. English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. (My requests are open if wanted)

You had worked hard all week and were looking forward to a fun party with your friends. You didn't care much about your appearance, but you had still taken the time to choose a comfortable, casual outfit for the evening.

You had lined up with your friends to get into the party, loud music could be heard from outside the house. When you finally walked through the door, you were immediately surrounded by a crowd of lively and energetic people.

The living room was packed, with people dancing to the music, laughing and chatting. You grabbed a glass of red punch, your favourite drink, and started socialising with your friends and other people you didn't know.

You spotted a cute guy in the corner of the room and approached him. You exchanged smiles and started dancing together to the lively music. It was a perfect evening, everything was going according to plan.

However, everything changed when you went to find a toilet and saw a pool of blood on the floor. You slowly approached it, trying to figure out what had happened. As you got closer, you realised that there were bodies lying on the ground, motionless.

You were horrified, your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do. You wanted to run away, but something inside you held you back. You had always been drawn to the dark side of life, but never had the opportunity to explore it.

Then you heard loud footsteps behind you. You turned and saw a masked man in a black robe holding a knife in his hand. It was Ghostface.

You didn't panic, you felt alive and excited about taking control. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon but nothing. Ghostface was already approaching you.

You got into a fighting stance, preparing to dodge his attack. You stepped back a little, watching every move he made. You narrowly dodged his stab, and he tried to hit you again, but this time you managed to block it with your hands.

You quickly thought about how to defend yourself effectively, so you rolled backwards and picked up a glass vase that was on the floor. You threw it at Ghostface, but he dodged it. You continued to look for a way to defend yourself, your eyes scanning the room. Then you saw the knife block on the worktop.

You approached slowly, ready at any moment to dodge an attack. Ghostface followed you, his eyes fixed on you. You reached the knife block and grabbed a knife, turning quickly to face your opponent.

"You want to play?" You challenged. Your voice shook slightly, you had forgotten how good it felt to feel like that. "I'm ready." You smiled.

He doesn't react, raising his own dagger to parry yours. You quickly stabbed downwards and he blocked the cut, grabbing your wrist with one hand. You kicked him in the chest, throwing all your strength into it. He fell onto the ground. You stood above him, glaring down at him.

You raised the knife again, and brought the blade towards his throat. You could hear his heavy breathing under the mask as you came closer, your heartbeat speeding up with every second that passed. You were on top of him, legs pinned around his hips and blade at his throat.

 His arms were stretched out, unable to reach your waist. He seemed defeated. You closed your eyes, thinking about how good it would feel to kill him right now. Your breathing quickens as you decide to remove his mask revealing a curly haired boy looking at you with a smile.

"Ethan ?" You asked. His face is full of surprise, a hint of fear showing in his green eyes. He doesn't say anything, instead, you notice how his grip on your wrists loosens slightly and he tries to push you off of him. You ignore him and press harder against the knife, causing more blood to trickle down his throat. You can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallows hard. You smile at him, a sadistic expression crossing your features.

"It feels good doesn't it" he  asks. "To finally have revenge." Your smile widens even more. You don't hesitate anymore ready to strike. You suddenly stop when Ethan grabs your wrist, stopping the knife in its track. You pull your arm out of his grip, staring down at the blade stuck between his fingers. Blood dripping into his face, he looks at you and smiles with his bloody teeth.

Then you felt it, hard and solid pressing against your core. Your eyes widened in confusion until you realise what was happening. You looked at him, his smile, the blood, the feeling between your legs sent electricity through your whole body. His eyes locked onto yours and he leaned upwards, pressing his lips against yours roughly, almost aggressively. The taste of blood entering your mouth, mixing with your saliva. 

You dropped the knife on the floor next to you and wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body. You broke the kiss, breathing heavily.  You moved away slightly, just enough to see each other better. You were both smiling brightly, euphoria filling you. Seeing that blood on him, his own blood made you feel something new. Something hot.

Without saying a word, you stood up and looked at him. "So now, if you don't want me to kill you, you'll have to fuck me" A slow grin crept over his face. He pushed himself off the ground, grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you up onto the counter, where he positioned you. 

"You don't know how much I wanted you"  he said. He pulled your hips closer, kissing you passionately once more, this time his hands slipping under your dress, caressing the sides of your thighs.

"That's why you killed all this people ?" You whispered after pulling apart. He looked deeply into your eyes, his own filled with passion. You didn't understand how he could be this passionate while being covered in blood and sweat. But you were so attracted to him. And you wanted him too.

"I just wanted to kill that guy you danced with but someone saw me so I took care of all the witnesses" he responded before capturing your lips once more. He kissed you hungrily, making the both of you moan. This wasn't a gentle kiss. This was a lusty, dirty, hungry one. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You couldn't think straight, but he wasn't letting go, his tongue was deep inside your mouth, caressing your inner walls teasingly. Your hands slipped beneath the hem robe, sliding over his warm skin. He groaned loudly, moving his hips, thrusting against you, grinding into you.

Suddenly he stopped, breaking the kiss, looking down at the knife which had fallen on the ground. He crouched beside it and placed it carefully besides you. Before pulling his robe over his head "Now, I want to play" he said looking at the knife, then to you "Do you wanna play?" you nodded eagerly "Alright then, let's play". 

He removed his clothes and you did the same, he climbed onto the counter next to you and you climbed on top of him, taking the knife as you went. You placed both of your knees on either side of his hips. You stared at his pale, beautiful torso, you placed the tip of the knife at the top of his torso and dragged it delicately towards his belly button, leaving a thin line of  blood following its path. 

He watched you closely, you kept your eyes focused on his face, enjoying the view. He got up on his elbows and looked between you two before you understood. You lifted yourself up slightly, taking him  inside you and sinking down slowly, your eyes fixated on each other.

 He moaned loudly, biting his bottom lip nervously. He started moving his hips rhythmically, giving you complete pleasure. His hands travelled to your hips, holding them firmly.  You could hear him panting, clearly trying to hold back some noises he desperately wanted to make. You lowered yourself to take his lips again.

As soon as you began moving again, he lost control of his body, moaning uncontrollably while gripping you tightly. He threw his head back, his hair falling down in front of his face. You moved your hips faster, , you couldn’t get enough, you needed him. You wanted him.

You broke away from the kiss and ran your hand over the blood that had not yet dried before running it up and down your own body. You gasped when he squeezed your breast gently, bringing a small amount of pleasure to your body as well. 

A low groan escaped your throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you could continue, the sensations were overwhelming. He tightened his grip on your breasts, and you moaned louder than before, pushing down further on him .

 He moaned, his grip never relaxing. You place sloppy kisses against his neck, feeling his excitement build up. He was close, you could feel it, he wasn’t far, he wouldn’t last long.

"I don't want to cum before you" he whispered, his words sending shivers of anticipation throughout your body. Your heart pounded,  you couldn't remember if there had ever been anyone who was able to turn you on like Ethan did.

"Me neither" you confessed. He grabbed your hip and turned you around,  positioning you underneath him. He pressed his lips against yours again, his hands travelling from your hips, trailing up your stomach towards your breasts. When he reached one of them he rubbed his thumb across it, teasing you before slamming back into you. He placed one of his hands on your ass and squeezed it, his other one moving down to your thigh. His movements were quick and forceful, pushing deeper and deeper inside you. 

He continued to slam into you. Harder. Sweeter. More intense. You let out a scream of pleasure, your hips bucking uncontrollably. He was moving quicker and stronger, his grip tightening, keeping you down.

Your orgasm hit you instantly. Everything slowed down. Every muscle, every bone in your body relaxed. You could feel Ethan's grip loosen and you moved your hips, hitting back harder. He grunted in response, tightening his grip once more. He was close. So close. Just a few more steps, a couple more seconds, that's all you needed. 

"Cum inside of me Ethan"  You begged, throwing your head back exposing your neck. You heard a faint growl escape his throat and he immediately released himself inside of you. You let out a sob of satisfaction, feeling him buried deep inside you. You could feel the tension leave his body. His grip on you loosened even more and looked down a you with a smile.

You smiled back "So you won't die a virgin", he looked at you with confusion before before you grabbed the knife and stabbed it into his neck. His blood spilled over your chest, onto your arms. You stared at the red liquid, relishing the feeling. Your eyes trailed over his dead corpse, watching his muscles relax. It was silent for a moment. 

You pushed his lifeless body away before stepping off the counter and getting dressed. Once fully dressed you walked over to the knife sticking out of Ethan's neck and picked it up.  You smiled, placing the knife on the counter before taking his mask in your hand. You put it on , turning around to face your reflection on the window. You smiled at yourself as well, loving what you saw. 

You left the house minutes before the police arrived at the crime scene

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[gyqru]

MOTH TO A FLAME — ethan landry [drabble]

ethan doesn't know how he managed to get with you. everything about you is the complete opposite of him, besides minor things that the two of you share in common. often, he finds himself wondering bout your "true intentions."

he hates to admit it, but hearing people constantly complain that you're way out of his league or that you were “too cool” for him, makes him self-conscious. it started a couple of months ago when the two of you went to a house party only you were invited to.

ethan stood in a corner, wallowing in self-hatred for allowing himself to be put in this situation. he doesn't blame you for how antisocial he is, but he can't help but feel bad that he's not out there dancing with you.

in a crowd not too far from where ethan stands, he can see you surrounded by many of your friends, smiling and enjoying yourself. much more extroverted than ethan, you let yourself loose, not having a care in your head.

after guzzling down the final sips of your drink, you make your way to the kitchen to get a second round. ethan saw this as an opportunity to finally have some fun with you, so he followed you to the kitchen.

ethan was far behind you, struggling to make it past people to reach the kitchen. as you entered the kitchen, a group of girls immediately started talking to you. you weren't particularly interested in these people, but you didn't feel like dwelling on that now.

deciding to entertain their conversation, you mirror their high-pitched voices, greeting all of them with a big smile. immediately, they started to gossip to you, which you usually wouldn't care for, but when the conversation immediately starts about your "loser boyfriend," then yeah, maybe you'll listen in.

almost on cue, ethan scrambled in, huffing as he looked around the small kitchen for you. noticing you are again surrounded by people, he swallows thickly. building up his confidence, he starts walking up behind you. though he couldn't help but overhear what the people around you were talking about.

"did you and that fucking loser finally break up?"

"yeah, like did you finally realize your standards?"

"oh my god, you should definitely go for his friend chad! he's like a major hottie."

not a single one of those girls batted an eye, almost as if he was invisible, as he stood behind you distraught. for a second, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he thought you were going to say yes you did break up, or something about cheating on him with chad.

though all of that goes through the window as a loud squeal brings him back to reality. "next time, learn to not talk about my fucking boyfriend in front of my face" was all you said before someone was dragging you away.

"crazy bitch! what the fuck is wrong with you?!" the girl you just punched in the face yelled at you, holding her bloodied nose. you only flicked her off and continued to get dragged away.

taking you all the way to his car, ethan couldn't stop replaying that moment in his head. once he was close enough, ethan pushed you against the trunk of his car, smashing his lips against yours.

shocked, you pull away from his hungry kiss. "woah, e, what was that about?" you question, completely caught off guard by your boyfriend's sudden enthusiasm.

"sorry, it's just—what you did back there was, uh..." ethan tries to explain, but his explanation soon dies in his throat. now becoming aware of how sadistic he would sound if he told you how aroused he was watching you defend him like that.

somehow in your mind, you pieced together what ethan was suggesting and gave him a dumbfounded look. "does ethan landry have a thing for watching his girlfriend beat people up?" you snicker, watching ethan's face turn bright red.

"well—no. i mean—yeah?" he sputters out a response the best he could, but you cut him off by pulling him down for another kiss. ethan’s hands fall onto the side of your face, pulling you closer to him. pulling away to catch your breath, ethan chases your lips, wanting more of you.

laughing at how desperate he is, you let him enjoy another passionate kiss. parting your lips, you allow ethan to explore your mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. greedily, ethan starts to grind his hips against you, unaware of his growing erection.

feeling his hard on press against your thigh, you interrupt your makeout session, gasping for air as the two of you pull away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

hands ghosting over his crotch, you decide to taunt him. “didn’t know that would turn you on this bad.” a mumbled 'fuck' leaves ethan's lips as you continue to tease his boner. unable to hold back any longer, he ushers you into his car, starts the engine, and drives away from the house party. that girl's nose wasn't the only thing that got pounded that night.

ALICE TALKS 🐰

requested! i was gonna post this earlier but a storm hit my town so the internet has been dookie. but anyway have yall noticed the way i suck at ending stories. this ending was funny LMAOO but hope my lovies enjoy 💋

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[chrissv4mp]

how could anybody do the things you did so easily?

ethan landry x reader

continuation of: 'just me and you and you and me alone'

warnings: weapons, strong language, blood. (lmk if i missed any.)

do not repost for any reason at all.

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"y/n, come on. you know i'd never do anything to hurt you, baby." you wanted to scream. how could he get you to believe that?

ethan breathed heavily, his chest heaving with every step he took. he checked in the closet, the bathroom, everything but underneath the bed.

a smile appeared on his face, "oh, you're such a smart girl, aren't you? my smart girl." ethan said as he kneeled down.

you held your breath, quietly shuffling down to the wall the bed was up against. your vision was blurred from the tears, but you could still see the brunette boys hands and feet on the ground.

one hand was empty, but the other one held his pocket knife.

he snickered, tilting his head as he looked underneath the bed.

"found ya." he said, excitement in his tone, "now, we can either do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way."

you sighed shakily, muttering a: "fuck you."

ethan raised an eyebrow, his smile gone, "what'd you say? i couldn't quite hear you, baby--"

"fuck you! you're insane, you god damn psychopath!" you couldn't even believe the words that came out of your mouth, and still, you were proud of them.

ethan grunted, getting on his stomach before scooting under the bed and grabbing you by the arm. you punched at his face, but since he was much stronger than you, he easily got you out.

as soon as you were out from under the bed, he pulled you to your feet, holding you by your hair tightly.

"i did this for you. you are the reason for all of this. don't act like i'm the one to blame." ethan said sternly, his gaze almost animalistic.

you scoffed, wincing as he pulled you closer to him, "how? you are fucking insane, ethan. you are the only one to blame. i didn't ask you kill him. i didn't ask you to do any of this."

your eyes narrowed, "i should've listened to tara when she said your family was crazy."

you inhaled, then quickly regretted your words when ethan threw to the ground with force.

tears swelled in his eyes as he stood over you, getting on his knees as he put a leg on either side of your upper body.

"tara said that, yeah? tara said my family was crazy? well, baby, she's not one to talk. remind me who her step-father was, remind me how many people her sister has KILLED,"

he sniffled, "i haven't killed half as many people as her family has, and you still hesitated to be with me."

he grabbed your hair, pulling your head up before leaning close to your ear, "so, who's the insane one, honey?"

your mouth was shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the answer he wanted. you weren't gonna give it to him because it wasn't true. he was insane. and it wasn't tara or sam's fault.

ethan gripped your hair tighter, getting impatient, "i swear to god, y/n, i will not hesitate to slit tara's throat. WHO'S THE INSANE ONE?!"

you winced, but didn't break.

ethan laughed dryly, getting up off of you before going toward the door.

your gaze returned to him, sitting up on your knees.

"you'll stay here until you come up with an answer. don't even bother screaming, either, you're smart enough to know that we're out in the middle of nowhere."

eyes widening, you quickly got to your feet and ran for the door, "wait, no, ethan!"

...

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[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Kill for you

pairing: yandere! ethan landry x reader

summary: you knew your boyfriend was protective of you, but you certainly didn’t know the lengths he’d go for you. just for you.

warnings: creepiness(not from ethan), violence, murder, , gore, blood, manipulation, perverted men, yandere, implied stalking(if you squint) choking(kind of?).

it is an established relationship but I didn’t want to add that as a warning so just saying that now. also there’s a tlou reference but it’s like subtle and maybe you won’t get it? maybe lol.

sorry this is so short. again fairly rushed so it’s not that long. sorry if you prefer long fics i do have some long ones i promise 😭

When you said you wanted to go to the party by yourself you didn’t mean get hit on by a creepy guy who was much older than you.

The party was pretty nice and since it was walking distance you figured you could just walk him. Apparently Ethan was busy studying and had Econ coming up so you understood why he wasn’t going.

You knew that, being a girl and walking home alone wasn’t the best idea but still, your car was being fixed and you didn’t Feel like taking an hour long bus ride home when you could get home quicker.

Suddenly you hear a whistle coming from behind you. Well, that kind when someone notices someone attractive. And that’s when you knew this couldn’t be good.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing down an alleyway? An voice that made you feel disgusted say, coming into a view.

It was a much older man. Whereas you were only 19. And an alleyway, as stupid as it was, was the only shortcut home.

You’d honestly wish Ghostface would just kill you already. “I’m walking home, You reply coldly. “Don’t be like that, I can show you a good time, The man says, coming closer and you backing up.

“I’ve got a boyfriend, You say sternly.”I’m not available. And even if I was, I don’t like you.” “I don’t see a boyfriend or a ring on that finger, he smirks.

“It doesn’t matter, You snap, but soon your back hits the cold, concrete wall. “We can go back to my place and have some fun, if you know what I mean, The man said suggestively.

“I don’t even know your name, why would I go fuck someone who’s a stranger and a total creep? You spat.”and again, I’m taken.”

“I don’t know, I’m starting to think that this boyfriend of yours isn’t real, the man smirks.”and my name’s David.”

“What a fitting name for a creep, You scoffed, and then his hand was wrapped around your throat. “Shut up and let me show you some pleasure, David said.

You don’t want to cry but you can feel your eyes filling with tears. You prayed for a miracle. That someone would stop this from going on.

“So, listen to me from now on? Got it? He says, his hand leaving your throat. “Mhm, You sniff. “Good girl, he praises, but someone turns him around and punches him right in the face, making him fall.

It was your boyfriend. Thank fucking god. “Ethan, You say. David gets up and says, "what the fuck? Who are you?”

“Her boyfriend, Ethan said, his voice laced with venom. you hadn’t seen that look in his eyes before, and while you appreciated him defending you his look terrified you.

“Oh her? That whore is your girlfriend? David chuckled, Ethan punching him again but more harshly and painful, going down to his level. "Don't call her a whore again." He looks up at you.

He mouths, "Go." You nod, seeing he drove, but you didn't get in. No, You heard David's screams, sounds of someone being stabbed? Curiously, you look over. You witness your own boyfriend continuously stab David Over and Over, even now while he looked dead.

You could see he was covered in blood. the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. You couldn't look any longer, you quickly get in the passenger seat, panting.

"Oh my god, You say to yourself. "He killed someone." Sure, David was creepy. But did he deserve being murdered? Yes. Your mind was telling you this was good. the guy who laid hands on you was dead.

You should be relieved.

But he had stopped hitting on you when Ethan punched him. Could've stopped then. You couldn't think. Especially when he slammed the car door and randomly began driving, still covered in blood.

Playing dumb, You softly said, "What happened, did he hurt you or-" "No, this isn't my blood, but i promise, he won't hurt you anymore, Your boyfriend said coldly, before his demeanor changed to his normal self.

"Okay, You say, shrinking in your seat."Well, what did you do? Will he be okay?" "You shouldn't be worried for him, Y/n, Your boyfriend said. "But really, I just.. punched him a few times but i didn't kill him."

Lies.

But deep down, You were kind of relieved he murdered David. You just would never admit it.

#yandere ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #tw creepy behavior #tw yandere

[webslingingslasher]

Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay. 

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #my writing #frat!peter

[rinbowaman]

Random Thought!

When I see this…

****note, this was the original draft for MGR/MRE/and HHP, but I opted to go with what I published…but I should still share this with y’all.****

MDNI 18+ content below.

You and your best friend decide to hang out with her boyfriend, Ethan, and his crew. Everyone decided to go to a panic house, and you reluctantly agreed.

You’ve met Ethan on and off, usually when he came by to pick up his girl, who not only was your best friend, but also your college dorm roommate. You never thought too much into his unusual habits of remaining silent, staring at you, and slashing dashing smirks whenever you both made eye contact. To you, you merely thought he was just being friendly.

Everyone meets up at the panic house, an abandoned mansion belonging to the owner, who ran the haunted panic theme event. Each and everyone was blindfolded and lined up; the creepy laughter of a psychotic clown could be heard echoing in the halls as your palms grip your best friends shoulders. The staff led everyone to a room, fitting you all in pairs, and in the most absurd areas such as cages, blank rooms, or in your case, a large wooden box, chained up with a lock that can only be detached with a hidden key that laid in one of the rooms that your roommate and her partner had to find.

The wooden container had holes lining the top of the lid; you could feel the grooves of the craftsmanship as you remained blindfold, feeling your partner laying behind. The voice in the intercom announces that everyone could remove their blindfolds, and lord and behold, you were in coffin with Ethan practically spooning you.

From the room next door, you both vaguely hear your roommate/bestie calling out, asking if you were okay.

“I’m fine. Ethan and I are both locked in a box.”

As it turned out, the first pair had to find a way to release the second pair, followed by releasing the third pair, your roommate, before finding the key to unlock the chains that trapped you and Ethan. Looks like you’ll both be chilling out for a while, which was absolutely fine in Ethan’s book. You never realized, but Ethan was head over heels in love with you, and for him to be laying next to you, with your body wearing that pretty little sundress with the tie lace front that kept your breasts somewhat pushed together, and those black thigh socks that added more sex appeal. Could anyone blame him for testing the waters?

You felt his fingers dance along your outer thigh as you both laid on your left sides. You did your best to pretend that you didn’t notice, until they made their way under the mini hem of your dress. “Ethan!—“

His other hand shoots up and gently covers your mouth, his thumb petting the corner of your cheek as it extends upwards, swiping over your soft skin. He continues to fondle with your panties, pulling them, ripping them during the tug as he shifts out his rather large member. You didn’t see it, but from what you could feel on your derrière, he was quite big. He slowly feeds himself inside, inch by inch, and fills you. Surprising enough, you indulged the feeling, it felt so good…too good.

You gasp, moan, and whimper against his palm, while he still trapped your mouth with his hand to quiet you as best he could. But all you wanted to do was scream out and beg him to keep stuffing you.

Once he was fully in, he lets out a deep growl, groaning as he curses. “Fuuuuuuuck….fuck you feel good.”

He lifts your thigh up and back over his hip, hugging your waist while gently grabbing hold of your throat, allowing you to breathe out your panting moans as he picks up the pace and thrusts faster, harder, and deeper. So deep, the tip punches your soft spot, causing you to gush out each time he tapped it, glazing his throbbing cock as he thrusts, and pounds into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your taint was all you hear as your mind went dizzy with sinful passion. Now you understood why your roommate could be heard screaming from out in the parking lot.

Fucking you, he unties your front lace, allowing your bouncing breasts to pop out as he caressed them tenderly. His arm that hugged your waist dips down, gently circulating the tip of his fingers on your sensitive clit.

“Please! Oh God please…..you’re so big…this is wrong! Ethan this is so wrong.” Your words came out melodic with the sound of passion and yearning, contrary to their meaning, you didn’t want him to stop. You continued to whimper out, only fueling his desire for you. “Too good….it feels too good.”

“Yeah pretty? Am I fucking you really good? Fuck….I’ve wanted you for so long, I was going to go crazy if I had to fuck anyone else, and only imagine it was you.”

His confession. The man wanted you, needed you….desired no one but you. All this time, having dating and pretending to love your best friend, imagining it was you instead, it was torture. To be in love with someone that was so close, hey so far out of reach….he couldn’t take it anymore. Increasing the pace of his thrusts, he goes in deeper, causing the mixture of your juices and his shifting motion to cream around the circumference of his cock.

“Please! Ethan! Im going to cum….oh my God pl-please don’t stop…” you reach up and palm the back of his neck as he sucks on your ear. Your finger rings and runs through the lengthen strands that rests against his nape, how could you overlook his hints? You didn’t want it to end, but found yourself in confusion and turmoil as you tried to be loyal to your friend. “Please Ethan…we can’t…oh fuck….we can’t! Please….please don’t…”

“Tell you what, my pretty little thing….” He continues to hasten his thrust, going deeper as he goes faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy and messy, twitching and throbbing each time he pumps into you. He was close. “If you can say my other name…I’ll stop…”

His other name? What was his other name? Was it his birth name? There are so many Korean names, where will you begin in trying to guess the correct one? It was futile. You begged instead. “Ethan please!”

Big mistake.

“You got three seconds baby.” He groans as he goes faster and faster.

“Ethan!!”

“Fuck baby…I’m cumming!” His cock pulsates and throbs as he shoves it deep, the hot strings of thick, white seeds swim and plants inside you, fertilizing you with his own DNA…making you one with him. You breathe out, moaning in pleasure as you gushed out, trembling from the intense orgasm as he remained inside, slowly thrusting in and out. He hugs you and you caressed his arms, not caring about anything. All you want, was him.

“Ethan…”

“Wrong name baby, it’s Heeseung. Hee-se-ung.” Thrusting deeply, you yelp from him gently tapping your soft spot, which was now stained with his children.

“Hee-Heeseung…”

“Very good, pretty baby.”

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[stainedstardom]

okay chad x fem reader request

chad and the reader are childhood frenemies and after the ghostface attacks and the move to nyc the group just wants them to get along. chad and y/n are also both trying to make people jealous so they decide it’s best to fake date to make everyone happy. when the guy y/n is trying to make jealous hits on her one night and kind of takes it too far chad goes all macho and overprotective and y/n gets kind of mad at chad for it and an angry love confession comes out of both of them 🙏

angry love confessions make me giggle

MY GIRL

chad meeks martin x fem!reader

growing up you had known chad your whole life, younger him was shy but older him was different. there was something about him that you hate him in a good way. it set you two apart and made you frenemies in some sort of way.

after everything in woodsboro, you and the group moved to new york. you ended up sharing an apartment with anika as mindy roomed with tara, sam roomed with a new girl named quinn and chad roomed with the new boy named ethan.

"why do you hate my brother?" mindy asked you one night and you turned your head to her

"i dont hate him" you stated and everyone scoffed. truth be told you didn't hate him , you liked him more then you should but you wouldn't admit that in fear of rejection or embarrassment

"thats such a lie, i dare you to try and be in a room with chad for 10 minutes without cussing him out or leaving" tara challenged

"no way chad would never agree to that" you claimed and then you heard someone clear their throat making you turn to see chad

"oh but i already did, lets go princess" he said and he grabbed your hand as he led you to a room and you heard him lock the door

"chad what the fuck?" you said

"look i have a plan, you like mattheo and I like tara so i say we fake date to make them jealous and bam we both get what we want and we make everyone else happy" he said and you thought it through

"alright fine deal" you said and you heard footsteps

"good now kiss me" he said

"what?" you asked and he pushed his lips to yours as the door opened and you turned to see everyone.

"well this is a surprise" mindy said and they all laughed. after that you and chad pretended to be a couple for a week, the guy you like began to flirt with you and you could tell that tara was getting jealous.

tonight was the night of the halloween party, you and chad decided to dress up as a couple and go as a cowboy and cowgirl together.

"hey dont stray too far" he said as he kissed you and you smiled at him. none of your friends were around but you still kept up the act

"i wont" you told him and he nodded as he went to grab you both drinks

"hey there cow girl" mattheo said and you turned to look at him

"mattheo right? youre in my social psych class" you stated and he laughed as he nodded

"yeah yeah, you look really good" he said and you smiled

"oh thanks" you said

"yeah do you want to go upstairs?" he asked and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe not wanting to do this anymore

"i um no, i should stay down here" you stated

"oh come on, dont be a prude" he said as he leaned in to kiss your neck but then he got shoved

"back off my girl bro" chad said as the man stood up and laughed

"oh come on your girl is dressed like a whore she was practically begging for it" mattheo retorted and chads arm swung forward as he punched him in the face and he kept going even when mattheo was down

"DAMN IT CHAD , STOP" you yelled and he turned to you. you scoffed and shook your head as you walked away from him. he got up and ran after you, you were outside of the house when he got caught up with you

"y/n stop, whats wrong?" he asked

"you never know when to stop do you?" you asked

"the guy was about to hurt you, he called you a whore, I couldn't let him call my girl that" he said and you laughed

"im not your girl chad, this whole thing was to make him jealous and to make tara jealous so we could get what we want" you stated and he scoffed

"and my feelings changed"

"what?"

"i fell in love with you, your smile, the way you walk and talk. the way you care for people, I fell in love with you. i don't want to be just friends, I don't want this to be fake, I want this to be real"

"chad"

"dont , dont tell me you dont want me"

"chad" you said

"tell me you dont feel anything for me when I do this" he said and he surged forward as he grabbed your face and kissed you. your hands shot to his wrists as you kissed him back

"I love you too" you stated

"Please be my girl for real" he said and you nodded

"of course i will" you told him and he smiled as he kissed you and you kissed him back. you were finally his

A/N: so i know its not totally an angry love confession but its the best I got

#chad meeks martin angst #chad meeks martin x you #chad meeks martin x y/n #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks smut #mason gooding #scream 5 #scream fanfic #scream 6 #scream

[punk4ndisorderly]

dreamboat

jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part 1 | part 3

part 2 - lovestruck

Her eyes kept finding his across the dock. He was looking at her with curiosity, almost like she was the first of her species, whatever it was. She was appreciative of the soft smile on his lips as he did.

And then there was Jack, watching the silent exchange like a Wimbledon match, pursed lips and arms crossed over his chest. Out of all the men in the world, Ava had to be eye-fucking a guy staying at their house. Right in front of him. In that goddamn white bikini.

It had been two days and Ava and Ethan were giving everyone the impression that the tension between them was about to come to a breaking point. Jack had made sure they were never left alone, but you can't keep the waves from crashing into the shore. Whatever was going on, the girl he had been crushing on since they were little kids and his brother's friend were the ones making the calls.

Maybe waiting for Ava to realize he worshipped the ground she walked on hadn't been the right strategy. Maybe the amused expression on Quinn's face when his eyes drifted to him was the I told you so he had been holding in for so long.

Jack stood up from the deck chair, excusing himself to go back in the house and refill the warm drink he had been nursing for over an hour.

"Hey."

The New Jersey Devil turned around at the sound of her voice, a soft smile painted on his lips.

"Hey."

"You good?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he countered, turning his attention back to the inside of the kitchen device.

Ava's eyebrows rose, skepticism lacing her words.

"Nothing, I was just checking on you."

Slowly, she closed the distance between them, placing herself in front of the open fridge and looking up at him through her lashes. He could never look away when she did it.

"Why are you not being your usual annoying self? You've barely talked to me since the others got here."

Jack cleared his throat, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

"You always tell me not to hover."

"And you always ignore that. Did I do anything wrong?" she asked, always assuming the worst.

He would never blame her for anything. In his eyes, she could do no wrong. Except maybe flirting with his brother's friend. Even then, he couldn't fault her. She wasn't his to lose.

"Of course not, Coop." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've just got a lot on my mind."

Technically, he wasn't lying. Chaos ruled in his brain. He had a lot to think about. The subject was the only thing that didn't change. Ava. His beautiful, witty, amazing friend.

He was well aware of Ethan's track record with girls. Damn, he'd congratulated him on it. He'd been just like him. He has been just like him. Not around Ava, though. Never around Ava. When she was around, there was no one else.

"Earth to Rowdy." she chuckled, waving her hand in front of his face. "What is going on with you?"

"Contract renegotiation soon."

That should hold it.

"Sorry. I'll try to annoy you more often." he smirked, shoving her shoulder lightly.

The sliding door opened, catching their attention.

Oh, GREAT.

"There you are. I was starting to think you had stood me up." Ethan pouted, a shit-eating grin taking over his face once Ava rolled her eyes.

"I would never."

Jack's heart sank to his stomach, feeling queasy. He was waiting for her? To do what exactly?

"He wants me to show him our diving spot." she explained, seemingly reading his mind. "We'll be back in no time."

"Nobody else is going?"

"Nope, everyone's nearly knocked out at the dock." his brother's friend answered, draping his arm around Ava's shoulders as he winked at him in complicity.

She isn't yours. You can't react. Do not punch him.

"Careful, Coop." he warned, his eyes not leaving Ethan's. "Don't want you to hurt yourself."

"No need to worry, Hughesy. I'll be there."

#hockey #hockey boys #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x chubby!reader #jack hughes x fictional character #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #cole caufield #team usa #quinn hughes #luke hughes #michigan hockey #ethan edwards #jack hughes x ava cooper

[silly4sillinger]

"I really fucked it up this time." "Yeah, you did."

younger hughes sister who is at mich and started dating rutger, she brings him home to introduce him as her bf and everyone takes it well but Luke who acts like an ass and is like why are dating my friend and calls her some names, but he was just scared that his little sister was growing up and he knew if he was at mich and saw her he would of been told by her right away so it makes him sad

"Why Are You Dating Him" Pairing:Rutger McGroarty x hughes sister!reader

Tonight, you were bringing Rutger home for the first time. You knew Jack and Quinn would take the news well, but there was one brother whose reaction you were unsure of – Luke.

You and Rutger walk into the house and Jack and Quinn immediately start talking to Rutger about how hockey is going. Luke, however, was visibly pissed off.

"Can I talk to you?" Luke's voice cut through the room, and without waiting for a response, he grabbed your hoodie sleeve and pulled you into the living room.

"What's wrong?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.

"Why are you dating him? You know the teammate rule."

"Luke, we made that stupid rule when we were kids," you started to explain, but he interrupted you.

"Don't even, y/n! You still let that rule apply to you last year! I leave Umich for not even a fucking year, and you're off fucking my teammates! You're such a slut!" Luke's outburst hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you speechless and hurt.

"Luke." Quinn says, walking into the room. His voice was calm yet firm, a silent plea for him to calm down.

Luke glanced over at Quinn, and he motioned for him to leave. With one last glare in your direction, Luke started out of the room.

"I really messed it up this time," you murmured as Quinn pulled you into a hug.

"Yeah, you did!"

"Luke, get out." Quinn tells him as you start to cry. "He'll come around, y/n/n. Just give him some time."

As the night continued, Luke eventually realized how good Rutger was for you.

You were setting up the guest room for Rutger, since your parents didn't want you sharing a room, when Luke walks in.

"Hey."

"Hi." You answer, putting the sheet on the bed.

"Can we talk." He asks, coming over to help you.

"I guess."

The both of you sit down on the bed and Luke cleared his throat, looking down at his hands. "I… I owe you an apology," he began, "I was out of line earlier. I shouldn't have said any of those things to you. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I took it out on you. That was unfair, and I'm sorry. I just… I worry about you, you know? I know you're not a kid anymore, but you're still my little sister, and I can't help but feel protective."

"I understand, Luke. And I appreciate that you care about me. But I'm an adult now, and I need to make my own choices, even if they're not always the ones you would want me to make."

"I know, and I promise to respect that from here on out."

"Just know that if you were still at Umich, you would have been the first to know." You tell him.

Luke nods, "So who was the first one?"

"Ethan, and he used it against me. Anytime we were over there and he wanted something from the kitchen, he'd tell me if I didn't get it for him that he would call and tell you right then and there."

Luke laughed, shaking his head. "Sounds like Eddy. Well, I'm going to let you go back to fixing the bed. I just wanted to apologize."

"Thanks, Luke,"

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty x hughes sister!reader

[bunnybeandraws]

If I had a nickel for every time @crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington inspired me to write an RE drabble, I'd have two nickles-

Was this just a dream? It had to be, right?

Because there was no other explanation for Chris to be staring at a man who was a carbon copy of Ethan, not when he had died in Romania only a few days ago.

…No, 'carbon copy' is the wrong term. Because this Ethan doesn't have any of the scars that were always so faint against his pale skin, none of that world weariness that he hadn't deserved. No dark circles from lack of sleep, or twitchiness from the fear of getting attacked by a slight against God.

No, this Ethan just has soft cheeks and short blonde hair, lashes so long you could count each and every one. A soft smile that feels like a light in the darkest of times and gentle eyes that speak of a never ending kindness.

"Hey, is everything alright?" The ghost (because that's what this is, right?) asks, voice as soft as he remembered. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Chris can do nothing more than stare, and he knows how it makes him come across. Like a weirdo, right? Who else just stares at some stranger they just happened to run into on the street?

…Except this isn't just a stranger, this is Ethan. And before he knows it, he's already wrapped the smaller man in a bone-crushing hug, faces pressed so close their cheeks squish.

It's only after he feels Ethan tense, a little squeak of surprise escaping his mouth that he realizes just what he's done, and he swiftly pulls away, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck awkwardly.

"S-Sorry…" He practically mumbles, doing everything he can to avert his gaze from the ghost of a man in front of him. But like a moth is drawn to a flame, his eyes just can't seem to leave Ethan's form fully, wanting nothing more than to bask in the light he brings, that warmth he radiates.

"You reminded me of… someone I lost…"

"It's okay man. I get it." Ethan responds almost a bit too quickly, and Chris can see the bead of sweat rolling down his brow. Not a surprising reaction, not unwarranted either.

"I lost someone close to me as well…" He pauses for a moment, his eyes going just a little misty before he blinks the tears away to give Chris a playfully weak punch to his shoulder. "Just give a guy a warning next time, haha!"

…That laugh that was so comforting, so nice to hear for as rare as it was…

Had it always sparked this warmth in Chris's chest, or was that new?

Any words Chris wants to say catch in his throat like flies to a flytrap, his own eyes growing misty and wet with tears before he can stop himself, before he can reign his emotions in.

And as if sensing his pain, Ethan wraps his arms around Chris in another hug, and although no words are exchanged, the message gets across clear as he buries his face into the smaller man's shoulder.

Maybe this was a dream. And if that was truly the case…

...Maybe he wanted to stay asleep for just a little bit longer...

#resident evil #ethan winters #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #chris redfield #ethan winters re7 #winterfield #curse you crumb the cat!!!/j

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Cigarettes out the window

Y/n was in her bedroom smoking outside of her window trying to take a break from all of this stress in her life. She looked around her room grabbing a bottle of alcohol from her nightstand, She drinked the alcohol feeling the burn in her throat.

Y/n stumbled trying to walk but she fell on the ground, she looked down on the floor to see a picture of her and a curly headed boy she once loved. Y/n looked at Ethan in the picture thinking about him.

They dated for 2 years, she was there for him when everyone thought thought he was Ghostface, he helped y/n with homework, but I guess it was all a lie since he betrayed you, y/n will never forget the amount of pain he caused her, y/n hated the way he lied and used her for his own gain but there's a part of y/n that wants to kiss him and tell him that she loves him.

Y/n didn't want to believe Ethan was Ghostface but her friends were right, he lied and used you.

" Did you really think I loved you? God you are really dumb, it was so easy to get into your pants and say some nice shit to make you feel loved." Ethan taunted y/n as he smiles at her pointing the knife at her with blood on his face.

Y/n's heart shattered at his words all the memories and love were all lies just to use her and kill her friends just to avenge his brother.

"Fuck you!!" Y/n shouted at him with anger and hatred at him.

Out of nowhere Sam stabbed him, which made Ethan yell in pain.

"Come on, Y/n" Tare said as she runs, y/n runs with Tara getting on the ladder, As y/n climbs on top of the ladder almost getting to the top, Ethan shakes the ladder make it fall, which made y/n hanging on to the balcony.

"Your so fucked now!!." Ethan shouted jumping up and down pointing the knife. Sam sees Quinn on her left scraping her knife on the balcony with blood all over her mouth as she smiles evily.

"Sam you have to let me go." Y/n said as she looks at Sam pleadingly.

" What? Y/N no." Sam said not letting y/n die.

" You have to give me your knife." Y/n asked, Sam looks at Y/n as she gives her the knife.

"Come on let her go, Sam." Ethan shouted l.

Sam let go of Y/n which made her on to Ethan. Ethan stabbed Y/n in the arm as she smiled tautingly.

Y/n yells out in pain as she stabbed Ethan in the mouth, which made him look at y/n in shock, Y/n laughs crazily.

" Hope you fucking rot in hell, you fucking asshole." Y/n threated Ethan, as she take out the knife in his mouth punching him in the face.

As Y/n killed Ethan apart of her hates him but loved him, but she had to let him go. Y/n watches Ethan choke on his own blood looking at Y/n but he stopped moving as he died.

As Y/n watched him die Sam killed Quinn and they both left.

As Sam and Y/n both to Campus, they were both happy to serve Chad alive. Y/n ran over to Chad hugging him. " I thought you died?" Y/n said in disbelief. " Ouch, didn't know you wanted me dead, Y/n?" Chad said jokingly as y/n laughs.

" What can I say I'm invincible." Chad said.

" Uhhm let's not get to bold." Y/n said as Chad laughs.

" Hey, Y/n sorry about Ethan, we knew how much yiu loved him, and he treated you like shit in the end, you didn't deserve that." San said.

" It's OK, I'll be fine." Y/n said reassuring everyone.

Y/n was back to the present looking at the picture of her and Ethan and remembering the memory of him stabbing her in the back. Y/n gets her lighter and burns the picture to feel closure, she watches the picture burn as she felt satisfaction.

Nothing feels better than burning a picture, drinking alcohol, and smoking just to take the pain away.

Y/n continues smoking In silence feeling peace and quiet, Even though Ethan was a lying bastard she'll still love him.

( Sorry that this is short guys, I haven't posted in a while.)

#Ethan landry #Ethan landry x reader #Scream 6 #Tv girl #cigarettes out the window #Jack champion #Jack champion x reader #Spotify

[g3z0]

Ice cold secret P10

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival

Warnings: cursing, hint of panic attacks

-g3z0

I feel like shit.

I drove the boys home after the fight. Ethan didn’t talk to me.

„Thanks.“ Noah mumbles before he gets out of my car, leaving me and Ethan alone in the front seats.

I give him a quick smile before I drive off again.

I lick my lips and think about something I could say to Ethan.

I quickly glance at him before looking back at the road.

He’s looking out of the window, holding a tissue against his nose.

I bite on my inner cheek and clear my throat „so.. nice game today-" I start. „Y/n, cut the bullshit.“ he cuts me off.

I purse my lips and nod a little.

Okay. He’s not in the mood for talking.

He shifts in his seat and lets out a frustrated groan. He pulls the tissue away from his nose and glances at me.

„Why didn’t you tell me?“ he asks. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him for a second. „What?“

„Don’t act like I’m fucking dumb, y/n, I know you.“ he shakes his head.

„Ethan, I really don’t know what you‘re ta-"

„you‘re gay.“

My heart skips a beat and my stomach turns. I try to swallow the lump in my throat and my grip onto the car wheel thightens.

„I- I’m not.“ I breathe, shaking my head „Im not gay.“

He lets out a scoff and shakes his head „you‘re not?“ he asks. „Yeah.“

He hums „oh. So when you and Nick fucked in the locker rooms that was just- what? Between homies? Did you have socks on? Did y’all say no-homo before you fu-" he mocks me but stops as I press my foot hard on the brake of my car, causing it to stop in a second.

His eyes widen and he lets out a breathe.

I clench my jaw as I stare straight forward, my grip on the wheel is so thight that my knuckles turn white.

I feel how my cheeks heat up and I take a deep breathe.

Silence is filling the car for a few seconds.

„Okay-" I breathe and look at him „im gay. I’m in love with fucking Chris Sturniolo’s brother. So? Are you gonna-" my voice breaks and I swallow „-go around and tell everyone? Are you gonna judge me? Hate me? Be disgusted?“ I chatter down.

He just blinks at me „y/n, do you seriously think I’m homophobic?“ he asks in a defensive tone.

I bite my lip and look away, rubbing my hands against my face „fuck- I don’t know.“ I whisper.

He lets out a sigh and I hear a lighter. I look up at him and he takes a drag from his cigarette. „Ethan, my car-" „fuck your car.“ he shakes his head.

He licks his lips and looks at me. „do you remember the first day we met?“ he asks.

I frown and shrug my shoulders „what does that have to do with anything?“

He rolls his eyes „do you remember?“ he asks more sternly.

„of course I do.“ I mumble. „And what happened the first week we became friends?“ he asks before he takes a drag from his cigarette.

Is he fucking with me now?

I sigh „you got into a fight with Nate elardi.“ „and why?“

I roll my eyes „because he called me stupid.“ He shakes his head „no.“

No? I frown „what do you mean, no?“ Ethan blinks at me „he called you gay. Nate’s dad homophobic, he picked up that „gay“ is an insult for some people - which is stupid of course, but still. He called you gay and you cried. Then I punched him.“

I stare at him with my mouth open „no- it wasn’t- it-.." I let out a sigh.

It was like that.

I had a crush on Nate in pre school. Of course I didn’t knew it back than but looking back, I was head over heels.

I always drew pictures for him, I wanted to sit next to him every time and I was angry when he hold hands with a girl.

The first week me and Ethan became friends, I drew a picture for Nate. It was me and him, holding hands as I drew hearts around us.

He said „ew, gay!“ as I gave it to him and he and his friends pointed at me and laughed.

I didn’t understand what gay meant. And as he and his friends stood in front of me, all laughing at me, I ran away and hid myself.

I cried and cried till Ethan found me.

As I told him what happened, his face immediately turned red. He didn’t say anything, he just took my hand and pulled me back to the boys who were laughing at me.

Ethan punched Nate into the face and got detention for that.

He licks his lips „y/n, we‘ve been best friends for thirteen years. Thirteen years. And you think I didn’t have any idea you like guys? Come on, Wolfie.“

I bite down on my cheek and look down.

„It doesn’t make any difference. You can fuck who you want, I don’t fucking care, alright? As long as you’re happy - then it’s all good.“ he says softly.

I look up at him again and he gives me a reassuring smile.

I let out a sigh and smile a little „okay..“ I whisper.

He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales the smoke before he speaks again „does he at least fuck good?“

I punch his shoulder. „Owh!“ he whines, rubbing the spot I just punched „shut up!“ I yell.

He laughs and shakes his head „prude.“

-

I pace my weight from foot to foot as I wait for Nick at the old train racks.

My face lightens up as I spot him. I smile softly as he walks to me. „Hey.“ I breathe. „Hey..“ he mumbles.

He puts his hands into the pocket of his jacket and bites on his lip. „Y/n, we need to ta-" he starts. I nod quickly „I know, I know.“ I breathe.

„Just let me-" I take a deep breathe and grab his arm softly, pulling his hand out of his pocket and interlocking it in mine. „Let me go first.“

He sighs and looks down „y/n..“ he shakes his head.

„No, Nick, seriously.“ I say. He looks back up at me.

I let out a breathe swallow.

Fuck I’m nervous.

„I know..“ I lick my lips and close my eyes for a moment. Fuck.

„I know it’s not easy. With us..“ I blink at him „and I know you don’t want to be a secret. But-" I smile softly „Im getting there. I came out to Ethan."

I shake my head a little „I know we can make this work, Nick. I want to make this work.“

He just blinks at me.

I take a deep breathe „Nick, I love you.“

„your dad is having an affair.“

I raise my eyebrows and let out a laugh „what?“

He bites his lip and looks down.

My smile fades and I shake my head a little „what- what do you mean?“ I breathe.

He lets go off my hand and sighs „I saw him. Me and my dad run into him at the mall and he was holding hands with some woman.“

He shakes his head and looks up at me „I thought it was your mom. But I saw her at the game last weekend and-" he lets out a breathe.

„Y/n, I’m sorry. But I had to tell you..“ he whispers.

I scoff and shake my head as I take a step back. „You‘re- you‘re fucking with me. Nick, it’s not funny.“

He closes his eyes for a moment „I’m being serious, y/n..“

My heart starts to beat faster and my hands begin to shake a little. I swallow and take a deep breath.

Fuck. Not now.

„Y/n." Nick looks at me with guilt and worry written all over his face.

I shake my head and run my hand over my face „just-" I let out a shaky breathe „fuck.“ I mumble under my breathe before I walk past Nick.

„Y/n!“ he yells after me but I ignore him.

Every breathe I take stings in my chest.

It hurts.

I bring my hand up to my chest and rub over it, gripping slightly on my shirt.

I swallow. Come on, y/n. Man up.

My phone buzzes in my pocket but I try to ignore it.

It buzzes again and again and again.

I clench my jaw as I pull my phone out.

3 missed calls from Ethan.

I turn it off and put it back into my pocket.

Why can’t everybody just leave me alone.

-

Nick‘s POV

I turn the keys in the lock around and push my front door open.

„Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!“ Chris yells at Matt in the hallway before he pushes him.

Their heads both shoot to me as I open the door. Matt looks at me with guilt in his eyes.

I frown a little and put the key out of the lock, back in my pocket. „What’s wrong?“ I ask as I walk inside.

Chris purses his lips and scoffs, turning away from me and running through his hair.

Matt looks down and paces his weight from foot to foot.

„What’s wrong?“ I repeat.

„Show him, Matt.“ Chris mumbles through gritted teeth.

Matt looks up and opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything.

Chris turns to him „fucking show him the video!“ he yells.

Matt hesitates as he clenches his jaw and he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He swallows and walks over to me, pressing his phone into my hand.

-

Cliffhanger 😁

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[menmuncher]

anything you say... sub!ethan landry x reader

reader is afab! i will make a amab one soon :D

a/n: the last time i made fics was in middle school..... im a senior...

warnings: smut, dubcon?, profanity, degrading, knife kink, mommy kink

"I always wanted to stick something inside of you, y/n!" He yelled from beneath me, his knife going close enough to cut me a couple times as I hung from the balcony. Sam had took down Quinn, dying in the process to her bleeding out wounds. Next was Tara against Bailey, shot each other at the same time ending in her fate along with his. It was only me and Ethan.

"Fuck you!" I tried to swing my leg up and catch myself onto the railing, throwing me off my balance in the process. It was no use. I could only kick down at him.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. I skimmed his head a couple times before I felt sharp pain in my ankle. I yelped, dropping down from the balcony and landing right on top of Ethan who was now on his back. He struggled and attempted to throw punches at me. But I kept strong, it was satisfying to see the way I overpowered Ethan. I was waiting for him to lift his arm and take a deep stab into my chest angrily. A stab for the death of his father, his sister, his brother. Why was he waiting?

He turned enough that I was switched onto my side, falling off him slightly. My leg hit the ground and the physical pain deeper than before as blood gushed out of my leg. Wait.....

I sat up quickly launching at my ankle, Ethan stopping me abruptly as he grabbed my hair in the process and tugged it. "And where are you going, you sweet dumb thing?" He pushed, as a soft groan escaped his throat.

I grunted as I pulled the knife from my ankle and flipped myself onto him. The knife right in front of his eye, now he was scared of me. I took his hands out from under me, pinning his wrists above his head. He trembled nervously under my grip.

"Now you die a virgin...." I lifted the knife to stab right into him, carve this fucker's eye that took my friends. His eyes began to tear as he started to sob.

"Please..... I'll do anything!" He exclaimed, his hands struggling to reach out and hide himself. He was out of breath, tears streaming his face as his nose and cheeks a dark red.

"God... you're crying?" I mocked him, spitting on to his messy face. His nose runny and his lips trembling. What happened to his dominate side, the side wanting to kill me?

I took the knife to his cheek, not breaking skin but enough that it stung as I slid it down. His adam's apple bobbing with a gulp as his eyes followed the object. A tear dripping onto the metal.

"Anything you say..... so I could carve my name into this pretty face of yours?" he whimpers, cautiously nodding. The knife dragged down to his lip as I poked the edge into it. The punctured hole in his lip now dripping with crimson blood. I felt something raise from underneath me.

I felt a soft throb against my core. I shifted on top of it eliciting a mewl from the black haired boy. He was stuck now. His eyes gave me a quiet look of help.

"Awww and what's this, whore?" I grinded down onto his bulge with force. He knew I wasn't just shifting anymore. He sucked in a sharp breath, licking the blood dribbled from his lips as well the spit. Nervousness in his face.

"It seems like you want this." I said, rising from his belt area and unzipping his jeans. My fingers grazing the soft bulge in the process.

I brought the knife down from his face and with it, cut through his boxers. His length being exposed now to me, rock solid with pre cum dripping down the shaft. He flushed with embarrassment. The way the knife traced his pelvic bone, the heavy breathing-

"P-please I can't take it!" He shouted out. Was he gonna pussy out now and let me kill him? Or was he intending that he needed me to go through with it already?

"You're gonna need to use your words, sweet boy." I grabbed his chin tightly between my palm as his cheeks squished, a slow nod coming from him. If Ethan was wearing mascara, his whole face would be black by now with the way he wept. The mixture of spit, drool and tears blended together on his face into a messy wet glob.

"I just...." He throbbed as he spoke, stuttering "I need you please. I haven't done this before." he grew more ashamed as I laughed in his face, mocking him. I placed the knife in my back pocket as I ran my hand down his toned abs, rubbing his member softly. He licked his lips.

"So you're gonna let your mommy teach you?" His lip trembled as I wrapped my hand around the base and began to stroke up and down slowly. Little whimpers left him as his hands struggled against the restraint holding his wrists together, which were my hands. His eyes jammed shut.

I was going so slow with his cock, making sure he knew I was the dominant one here. He didn't reply to me until the strokes came to a halt. His eyes now wide open as he looked at me, confused. Dumb little puppy didn't even realize what was wrong.

"If I'm gonna do this instead of sticking a knife right down your throat, you're gonna have to be good and be obedient when I'm speaking or asking questions." I said angrily, landing a harsh slap across his face. I bit into his neck and sucked, a soft yellow had formed slowly into purple as I pulled my lips off.

"Y-yes mommy, I want you to do this to me." He muffled and my hand repeated it's pace, him settling back into the ground as the tension spouting from his lower region had lessened at the pumping around him.

I bobbed my head down wrapping it around his dribbling cock, sucking him off while my hand gripped and twisted the base of it. My hair fell in front slightly blurring my vision though when I looked up, I could still see Ethan's glossy eyes. I moaned at the sight of him looking so helpless, the vibrations erupting a reaction from his throat.

He hadn't stopped moaning as he watched curious. This was just like he had seen in porn videos. Though even then, he had hardly jerked himself off. He was just a shy, nerdy virgin - just not so much when he was costumed.

"I-I'm gonna cum mommy." He mumbled in between groans, he was about to explode. Not just his cock. All of him. From his tomato red face, his trembling body.

I was wet but not wet enough. I pulled my mouth and hand from him as he mewled, beginning a protest about how I couldn't just give up and pull away before he came. His tip was cherry red, face twisted in anger until I shot him a look.

I took my hand away that was pinning his wrist as I used it to stabilize myself over his body, his eyes wandered my body as I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to him as I moved his hand to touch them. He was so shy about it, groping them slowly.

"I'm not wet enough baby. You'll have to use your tongue." I lifted from him temporarily, removing my pants and underwear as I placed my cunt onto his mouth. Grabbing at his hair, he began licking. It was messy, he wasn't a professional of course but the way he really was going in to get it all wet felt good.

I moaned out as he took me by his mouth, the slobbering even making a slimy glow on my thighs. I didn't want to sit on him too hard, that was until he found my clit. Riding him, now I was the one desperate for attention.

"You did such a good job baby" I said signaling I was wet enough now. When I shifted off he whimpered, though his bratty attitude was only for a second as I lowered myself onto his cock. He breathed heavy and even though I was not fully sunken onto him, he jolted up into me as I gripped his needy bucking hips.

"I'm doing the work you stupid whore, not you." I said through gritted teeth, faced with a muttered apology. I sunk down to his base and began to bounce, fucking myself on his cock as he whimpered louder than I'd heard.

He wasn't really thick but he was long, the feeling of him almost being in my stomach made me moan his name. He produced a soft grin, it didn't really matter if he was gonna die now. He got to lose his virginity, he wasn't the last one of the core four to be without-sex because of you.

"Look love, you're in my tummy. Aren't you?" I placed my hand over the lump that was now going in and out and he was unable to even speak out a response. His mouth open like a fish, only moans and groans were audible.

I felt the feeling build up in my stomach, Ethan stuttering to me how he was gonna come. I bounced on him faster as he played with my breats and then, I was milking him. His hot cum squirted inside me as I did the same, his noises errupting louder than mine.

"Good little Ethan." I shifted off him as he trembled, putting my clothes back on. It took him a few minutes before he was able to stand again, yet he still grinned. As he looked down to zip his pants, I reached for the knife in my back pocket.

Stab. Right through his head until I felt it reach his brains. My face now soaking in blood, while panties dripping in cum. Remember, this was to my advantage; not his.

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[helyiios]

Imagine Benji being tortured and Ethan hearing all of it over the comms as he tries to find and reach him

"Benji," Ethan groans over the comms, frowning as Luther was doing his best to localise their teammate, "Benji, talk to me. I know you can hear me, just say anything, please ! We need to establish where you are, if you talk at least a bit we—"

There's a harsh sound that oddly sounds like a slap, and he cuts himself off immediately, eyes wide.

"Benji—"

[I don't know where Ethan Hunt is,] his friend was saying, voice so horribly weak, and despite that there was not a hint of trembling in it. [But you know where you can go ? Fuck yourself.]

[You speak a lot for someone who's tied up,] someone replies to him, and Ethan feels himself grow faint.

They'd tied him up ? Where ? How ? To a chair ? To the ceiling ? Wh—

[Rope burns are I are already greatly accustomed,] Benji sneers, [and it's not a few of your slaps that are going to hurt me. Where are we, in a BDSM club ?]

"Ethan, we're trying to track him down," Luther informs him from the side, "the search is getting narrower."

[They'd told us you were a chatty one,] the unknown man only says back, and suddenly there'd a loud thud that comes over the comms, and there's a retching sound. [That should calm you down.]

The gagging continues until Ethan can hear Benji properly vomit, probably doubling over himself and struggling to breathe, and his blood boils as he makes out the painful wheezing and the coughs.

No.

[Fuck—you,] Benji bites back, [this was my favourite shirt.]

[How about we paint it red ?]

NO !

[I'll fucking kill you !] 

[You're the one who's tied with your hands up, mister Dunn,] the other man laughs, and Ethan can barely decipher a sharp, silver sound. Like a knife taken out of its sheath. [Where shall we start ? You already have a pretty collection on your arms, huh ? Should I hurt that pretty face of yours ?]

[Ah, so you think my face is pretty ?]

Benji's voice was rougher, and he didn't sound joking in the least. In fact, he sounded fucking terrified.

[Shut the fuck up, will you ?]

The scream that follows makes Ethan's blood turn cold, this time. He hadn't even noticed how tight his jaw was clenched before he'd opened his mouth to yell at the comms.

"BENJI ! FU—HOLD ON I'M COMING, HOLD IN THERE !"

"That's the full address," Luther tells him in a hurry, "you can make it in 5 minutes top."

"I'm here, Benj, just wait for me, please ! Hang in there !"

He knows the other can't reply. He just hopes he can hear him.

[Not so noisy now, are you ?]

Benji's chest hurts, the large cut over his clavicle burning red. He's pulling on the rope and his wrists hurt, and he wants to cry.

[Now. Let's ask again. Where's Ethan Hunt ?]

[Kill yours—FUCK !] he shrills, feeling the sharpened blade run across his stomach as blood splatters on the cold tiles, and he suppresses a sob. [Fuck you,] he still manages, [fuck you, I'm never going to tell—] a wheeze, he chokes on his own blood, spitting the crimson liquid from his nose and mouth, [I'm never telling you.]

[Oh, please. Have a little faith.]

He doesn't reply, closing his eyes so hard his head hurts, trying to ignore the clawing pain, trying to forget that his entire body was painted red. His muscles were giving out.

Come on. You're a field agent. You can do this. You can do this.

Another punch to his throat makes him puke bile he didn't even know he still had, bitter and warm, and the trails of saliva run down his chin, mixing with the blood on his neck.

[Maybe you're waiting for your little friend to come save you, huh ? Well, no one's saving you. You're going to die alone, trying to be a hero.]

[N—], he breathes raggedly, feeling the tears menacingly border his eyes, [not if I kill you f—first.]

[So cute. And hopeful, too !]

With the little strength he can find he tries to kick his assailant, weakly sending him back a few meters away, the soles of his bare feet burning with pain. Like he'd walked on broken glass.

His entire body was painful, and it hurt to even breathe.

Focus.

You can do it.

[So you're really not going to say anything ? Fine by me.]

Before Benji can understand what was happening there's a large hand tightening around his throat, and suddenly he's back in Kashmir, and suddenly his eyes roll to the back of his brain.

The man presses and presses, and he tries to free himself, tries so hard to tugs the arms away, breathes in through his nose, yells, scratches the naked skin but nothing, nothing but pure and burning white agony as he feels himself choke, missing on air, mouth and nose full of blood.

This is it. He's going to die.

There's a loud shot, and his throat is free again.

His eyes hurt.

"Baby," comes a soft voice, and he doesn't dare open them, too scared of what was coming, horrified to meet his maker for good, this time, so he only whimpers, pulling harder on the rope—"it's me. Benj. It's Ethan."

Oh.

There's an another hand on him, but this time it's gentle, and ice cold.

It grounds him.

"I'm here. Let's get you out of there," Ethan is saying, untying him with expert fingers, letting his eyes roam on the white scars on his arms, "I've got you—it's okay."

"E," Benji chokes out, and he's collapsing into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry, "E—"

"You're okay," the other coos, careful not to rub on the open wounds, "Luther's waiting for us. You're going to be okay."

His voice sounds so confident that he decides to believe him, letting darkness take over him.

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[roses-r-rosie3]

Crazy Over You (Alt. Ending)

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Spoilers for scream 6!!!!

Warnings: Angst and swearing

Summary: This is an alternative ending to my story Crazy Over You where Y/n reveals himself as the fourth killer

Y/n, Sam, and Tara looked at each other in shock as Bailey shot at Kirby and one of the ghostface’s walked next to him. “Great job, both of you” said Bailey. “What do you mean both of you? There is only one of the ghostface’s up there” said Tara. All of a sudden they heard y/n’s screams as another ghostface held a knife to his throat. “Y/n!” Said Sam. The ghostface raised their knife at her as they unmasked themself. It was Ethan. “Surprise babe” said Ethan. “E-Ethan?” Said y/n.

They start revealing their motives and all that

“Just let y/n go he has nothing to do with what happened with what happened!” Said Tara. “But he is!” Said Ethan. “He is the brother of one of Richie’s victims” said Ethan. “That has nothing to do with him, just let him go” said Sam trying to reach out to y/n. “Get the fuck back Sam!” Said Ethan pushing the knife a bit further into y/n’s throat. “Did you forget? He’s Stu Macher’s nephew, and how convenient would it be if Stu Macher’s nephew and Billy Loomis’s daughter teamed up and killed all those innocent people, now wouldn’t that be a fucking story” said Quinn. Ethan took the knife away from y/n’s throat as he pointed it at Sam. This gave y/n the opportunity to slip away from Ethan’s grasp and punch him. Y/n ran to Tara and Sam. “The numbers are evened now” said Sam smirking at the Kirsh family. “Not quite” said y/n. Sam turned around to see y/n holding a gun to Tara’s head.

“Y/n? Why?” Said Sam. “Oh for gods sake do you not fucking get it!” Said y/n. “You and Tara over here are the reasons why my brother died!” Said y/n. “That wasn’t our fault y/n!” Said Sam. “I don’t care! He died because of Tara and her little friend group, so now Tara has to pay for what she did to him!” Said y/n giving Tara a psychotic smile. “You know I was hesitant to let y/n join our little gang at first, but when I found out he wanted to kill you for his brother, oh I knew, I knew he would make the perfect killer” said Bailey. “Y/n what about the times when you opened up to me about Stu!” Said Sam. “Unlike you Sam, I actually have the guts to listen to Stu and he’s taught me so many things” said y/n. “That wasn’t him who was teaching you, it was just your messed up fucking head” said Sam.

“Shut the fuck up!” Said y/n as he threw Tara to the ground to shoot at Sam. Little did y/n know Kirby got up and shot him in the stomach. All hell broke loose as Tara hit Quinn with the brick and Sam stabbed Ethan. But after that y/n blacked out for a bit. But when he got up he saw Tara stab Ethan in his mouth. “No!” Said. y/n. Getting up to shoot Tara but he noticed his gun was gone. “Fuck it” Said y/n running at Tara. Little did he know Tara used the knife that she used to kill his boyfriend and started to stab y/n repeatedly until he fell bellow the same TV that killed his uncle. “Looks like I won’t be paying for what ‘I’ did to your brother” said Tara as she dropped the TV onto y/n’s head.

A/n: I was thinking about this being the og ending for Crazy Over You but I decided to make it an alternative ending. Ok now I will be focusing on the Harlan Briggs fanfic :)

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