cassandrabetty1

Ethan is for sure a possessive boyfriend, one that manifests in the disguised form of clinginess. He makes it look like it’s just harmless affection, like his way of showing PDA is being around you at all times. 

But in reality, it’s his controlling tendencies coming out as he’s physically unable to let you wander around on your own, without him. Let’s face it, you’re a weak little thing. So helpless, so fragile. You can’t even defend yourself. 

If anyone tries to hurt you, what then? 

You need Ethan, just as much as Ethan needs you. You just don’t know it. That’s why he never lets you out of his sight.

But Ethan also knows that this is the 21st century, a bullshit time where all the girls support feminism and independence. 

He doesn’t want you to think badly of him, he knows your friends would be smart enough to realize he has more red flags than green ones and they would eventually make you see that as well.

That’s why he plays cleverly, making sure not to be overbearing. At least, until college is finally over and he can take you far far away from everyone and keep you all to himself. Until then, patience is what he needs. 

The few occasions he lets you go out on your own, he’s literally stressing out, leg nervously bouncing up and down as he frantically checks his phone every second, hoping for a message from you.

Even though you’re with your friends, it’s not like Ethan trusts those ridiculous girls to properly take care of you.

Only he can do that. 

Your friends, especially Tara and Sam, are the ones that almost make his “good guy” character break. Bitches from the worse kind. The type to call out Ethan for when his protective tendencies come out a bit too much.

It just makes him more annoyed at them, but he contains himself - for your sake. 

In all honesty, if Ethan could have it his way, you’d be locked up in his house with a chain tightly wrapped around your ankle in a safe room, making sure that no one gets to you and neither can you leave. 

One day he’ll still get what he wants, he’s sure. 

“i’m sure you look gorgeous,” he forced out when you began to cry. god, why did you sound so perfect when you cried? “f-fuck, he, he wasn’t worth your time, beautiful.”

blood was rushing south in intense waves, stiffening his cock almost painfully and causing crystal beads to dribble out of his tip and down his shaft, lubricating his strokes that were becoming more and more frantic.

“i’m still so worried, e,” you whimpered, “with the killer loose…”

ethan glanced around, pumping furiously as you continued, “it’s so scary, isn’t it? anything could happen, no one's safe." you were. "not even him... god, i hope he's okay."

his grip on his phone tightened, trembling as he worked to restrain himself, the task much harder now that he was so close. his hips began to lift, meeting his fists as his eyes flickered around the scene in front of him. the empty eyes, the crimson liquid pouring from parted lips, and the still chest of your lover. your sweet voice confiding in him, trusting him with your concerns and feelings of pain when he was the cause of all of this made him shiver as his cock pulsed in his grasp.

he had gotten jealous, he had followed your date home, stalked him, plotted his demise right under your nose. and here he was, plan executed and not an ounce of remorse. in fact, he'd go as far as to say he enjoyed it.

ethan chuckled, humorous and breathy, "yeah." he couldn't hold back a strangled moan when your sobs started up again, little hiccups disrupting them.

"e," you whimpered. the whine of his nickname had his hips thrusting pathetically, lip tucked between his teeth and grip tightening. "please." his stomach fluttered, orgasm just over the edge. he forced his eyes open, only managing to crack them open, but the bloody scene in front of him was still visible. lifeless and unmoving. no longer a threat.

"i need you..."