Dark!Ethan x reader with Ethan having his way with drunk reader in a dark alley with his ghost face costume on. He’s had a crush on her for a long time but she rejected him. She’s also apart of the Woodsboro group.
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content: noncon, dark!ethan, fem!reader, public sex
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you were lost, ending up on an unfamiliar street as you searched for ethan. you were drunk and nauseous, vision muddled from the alcohol and exasperation as you swiveled your head from side to side too quickly. you groaned, feeling tears fill your waterline.
you felt terrible, regretting the drunken words as soon as they left your mouth. you were used to playing into his little crush enough to keep him close, unable to bare losing his friendship. but after all this time, he had finally confessed and the atmosphere on top of being intoxicated had you revealing your true feelings, a little harsher than you would without the drunken confidence. he had rushed off, an unfamiliar look gracing his features that had guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. you followed after him seconds later when your legs caught up to your compromised brains demands.
your mission was to find the ghostface, ethans last minute costume change but ghostface was everywhere. the masked killer was the most popular costume of the year and the streets were crawling with replicas. you dropped your head into your hands, sighing as your palm caught your dwindling tears.
you picked up your head as they stopped, determination overtaking the sadness as you glanced around again.
your gaze skipped past a shadow in the alley, mind barely registering the slight wave. you looked again, using your full attention follow the movement of the masked killer but his hand didn't raise itself again. you furrowed your brows, confident steps propelling you towards him as he stood perfectly still.
"e! there you are," you stood before the shadowy figure. "i was looking everywhere for you," you slur. "look... im sorry about what i said... i didn't," you sighed and lifted a hand to rest it on the stranger's arm, swallowing, "i just don't feel the same way."
moments of stillness followed, breathing from the man even but labored. he was tall, broad and intimidating. you stared into the empty eyes of the mask, slow thoughts of discomfort making your brows cinch again and your muscles tense as you kept your hand in its place. they alley suddenly felt darker.
"you're not ethan," you whispered, taking your warm hand off the cooled cloth-covered bicep. "sorry," you murmured.
he caught your wrist, slow steps pushing you towards the bricked wall. it was cold against your bare back, briefly clearing your mind and letting a dull panic sink in. "i need to find my friend," you said, pushing against the body that only seemed to get closer.
you could feel his heartbeat that thumped almost as harshly as yours. you shifted your shoulders as his touch ghosted up the sides, a slim finger trailed up the side of your neck until it reached your face. his gloved hand slit around your chin, strong grip squeezing your cheeks together. you stared at the menacing mask with wide eyes as a knee forced itself between your thighs and the empty hand on your side slithered to the apex of them. you jolted and turned your head, a strained protest forcing itself out.
the cloth pushed at the lace of your skimpy underwear, tugging it down until the strain stretched the fabric enough to dig painfully into the flesh of your thighs. you felt dizzy, tears working their way to the corners of your eyes again. your arms pushed but it has no effect, your nails tried to puncture the costume but you were no match. the rough feel of the gloves added to the sensation on your sensitive mound, making slick leak from your hole.
"stop," you mumbled, "i need to find, ethan."
you couldn't hold back the moans at his ministrations that grew rougher and quicker as your knees tried to close around his. your eyes were shut tight, hips rolling against his palm. you stiffened when a warm, hard, probing replaced his moistened glove.
you were shoved back forcefully as he slammed into you, his hips pushing against yours as if he wanted to be deeper. you hissed, sliding your hand up to his shoulder, "no, wait."
he didn't, harsh, desperate thrusts colliding with your throbbing cunt. you whined, tears slipping as you shoved his shoulder. the mask stared blankly at you, erratic grunts and groans distorted by the barrier.
your panties snapped when he lifted your knee to adjust his angle. your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't help but lean against him, "need to find..."
"are you looking for me? huh?" you whimpered as he sped up. "you're looking for me to break my heart again? no, i won't let you."
you were stunned, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to squirm away. "e, w-what are you doing?" you slur, tightening around his persistent movements. how could ethan do this?
"you'd let some random guy fuck you in the middle of an alley after you broke my heart? you'd whore yourself out like this?"
even you weren't drunk enough to think this encounter was anywhere near consensual. you whimper, "no, no, i didn't. was looking for you..."
"yeah, for what? to make me feel better?" he pulled the mask off, his hard, eyes boring into yours. the head of his cock hit a spot that had your eyes rolling, a shiver running up your spine and your walls clenching, "look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me."
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A KISS TO MEND | SOFT!ETHAN LANDRY X READER | IMAGINE |
PAIRING: Soft!Ethan Landry x Reader, Chad x reader
SYNOPSIS: Following an argument with your boyfriend, you discover that all it takes is a brief interaction to win him back.
WORD COUNT → 450 (its short)
WARNING(S): normal!Ethan? aftermath of an arguement, Jealous!Ethan, Arguing?, Clingy!Reader, Clingy!Ethan, Chad, Hugging and a kiss.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is based on another tiktok and wanted to write a fanon!fic of Ethan.
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A heated argument had left them both Y/N and Ethan fuming. Y/N couldn't believe the words that had been exchanged, and Ethan felt hurt by the misunderstanding.
As a result, they both decided to give each other the silent treatment.
Days went by, and the tension between them only grew.
Y/N found herself missing the playful banter and the way Ethan's eyes lit up when he looked at her.
She knew she had to break the ice. One afternoon, she spotted Ethan in their usual library spot, engrossed in his studies. Gathering her courage, she walked up to him.
"Are you still mad?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's gaze flickered to her, his expression guarded. He didn't reply, his jaw clenched.
"Fine, stay mad then," Y/N retorted, frustration evident in her voice as she turned to walk away.
She found a desk far away from him, trying to concentrate on her own work but failing miserably.
As she sat there, her attention was drawn to a figure approaching her. It was Chad, Ethan's roommate, known for his flirtatious nature. Y/N managed a small wave, welcoming the distraction from her gloomy thoughts.
Just as Chad was getting closer, a pair of strong arms lifted her up and placed her gently on someone's lap.
Startled, Y/N looked down to find herself seated on Ethan's lap. Her heart raced as she caught the scent of his familiar cologne.
Ethan's arms encircled her waist, holding her close, his chin resting on her shoulder. He wore a pout on his face that was hard to resist.
"I'm not mad at you anymore," he muttered, his voice soft and apologetic.
Y/N felt a rush of warmth flood her heart. She leaned back into him, feeling the tension melt away. Her lips found his cheek, planting a gentle kiss there.
"I missed you," she admitted, her voice filled with sincerity.
Ethan's grip tightened, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I missed you too."
The library seemed to fade away as they held each other, the weight of the argument losing its significance.
In that moment, they both realized that their love was stronger than any disagreement. And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside ceased to exist, and their bond was reaffirmed.
what ab dark!ethan x bimbo!reader where (idk if you've seen The Society on Netflix but this is based off of a scene from there) the reader finds an abandoned dog on the streets of NY, and takes it in, gives it a bath and then leaves it in her and ethan's apartment to go somewhere (class??) and when she comes back she looks for the dog who's now missing and asks ethan (who's in the kitchen washing his hands in the sink) where the dog went while failing to notice the blood that runs off of his hands and into the water. (he killed the dog out of jealousy because the dog took the reader's attention away from him) and he just replies with "i dont know sweetness, it must have left to go home." and just loves the reader up and makes her forget all about it.
the simple frown that pulls at your lips has ethan miming your expression, tacking on a mocking pout while his hands capture your jaw between his palms. "these things happen, baby." he croons, visage nearly cracking at your inability to discern genuine sorrow from his feigned one. "he knew where his home was, yeah?"
you nod, blinking away the tears that linger on your lashline. "he ws just so cute.."
he leans in, kissing once at your pout. "maybe we'll look for a new one for the both of us?" he offers, your ears not quite picking up on the lies that drip from his cooing like venom.
you nod, and he kisses you once again. "there we go, princess. no more of those tears, alright?" he preens, his fingers now smearing away the dew that clings to your warm cheeks. "lets go pick out a movie, hm?" he smiles when you press up onto your toes to mesh your lips against his. "i'll even let you give me a blowie, hm? help you forget about that silly dog.."
Remember that post from a while ago about how dark!Ethan could easily weaponize his smol vulnerable appearance? Could I request a little thing about him luring someone in that way, either on Dark's behalf or his own?
(Or I could choose Option 3, which is luring someone for another reason entirely. So, here’s a little backstory on our demon boi Ulysses, aka dark!Ethan. And sorry for keeping this request aside for so long; it took a long while to find my inspiration!)
Allurance
The road was quiet as he stepped into the dive bar. Music was playing on the jukebox – Dolly Parton lamenting that “Jolene” was planning to steal her man – and the atmosphere smelled of cigarettes and stale beer.
He raised a hand, shyly attempting to flag down the bartender and, when he finally got the busy tender’s attention, asked for whatever beer was on tap. He could feel the stares boring into his back, and knew the image he presented; this tiny young man, skinny as a rail and barely of legal age to drink in the first place, was able to get a beer without being carded.
He didn’t like it. He didn’t crave attention like others might. He was here for one reason and one reason only. He just wanted to get in, meet someone, and get out as soon as possible.
The others studiously decided to ignore him once he received his drink. Only one pair of eyes still lingered, and he felt a chill down his spine. It was a predatory gaze, though he turned to the man who was watching him and briefly smiled.
He nursed his drink for awhile, watching the ballgame on the bar TV as he drank. When his stein was finally empty, he took a few crumpled bills out of his beaten-up wallet and shoved the bills under the stein. He hoped the tip he’d given along with paying for the drink was generous enough so the bartender would have a slightly better night after dealing with a bunch of drunks.
He then slipped off of his barstool and made his way out through the rear exit of the building. He waited, back turned, as the man who’d been eyeing him up followed him out only a moment later – just long enough that the others inside wouldn’t suspect they’d actually left together.
The tiny boy turned and smirked at the hulk of a man who’d chosen to stalk him. Then the other demons – all far larger than the boy – lunged; one clapped a grubby talon over the man’s mouth to prevent the human from screaming.
The boy’s smile faded as the life began to drain from their victim’s eyes. He stood apart from the rest. When the human was too weak to scream anymore, he was no longer silenced.
Dying on the dark pavement behind a forgotten dive bar, the would-be predator moaned at the young man he had mistaken for prey, “Who are you?”
The boy merely shrugged. “I’m nobody.”
He walked away, letting his nestmates have their meal in peace.
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Would you be willing to do “I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” With Gear? Romantic with she/her pronouns, and the reader says the prompt? Maybe where the reader has to beg him a lil bit to play along?
Gear had been busy throughout the night and late into the next day. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed till you basically beat down the door to his basement work-shop. “Love, I am busy.” Gear responded to your irritated scoldings over his work-ethic. “Too busy to spend the holiday with me? I set up the pillow fort. The password to get in is three words.” You crossed your arms and pouted in frustration. You knew that Gear didn’t have such sentimental ideas about holidays and celebrations, but you at least wanted this one day to be something he shared with you. Gear took a moment to register what today was, and why it would be so important to you. He sighed when he came to a conclusion, hanging his head a little. “My dear, although I do enjoy our time together. And it would be… regretful if I were to lose you, but Valentines Day isn’t something I’m bouncing to celebrate.” Gear tried to say this as softly as his monotone emotions could. He knew you understood him, but he also knew that human emotions were rather tender when it came to personal things. And considering Valentines Day was something meant for lovers (which was what you and he considered this agreement), he did worry his refusal could cause some negative reactions. However, you didn’t start yelling like Gear suspected. You sighed, and seemed to deflate in defeat. Your shoulders sagging and, he cursed whatever plagued him with these tiny inklings of emotion, Gear actually felt a tug on his mechanical chest at the sight of your watery gaze. “I…I know. Sorry to bother you.” You hurried away. Turning on your heel and fleeing towards the living room. Gear grunted and closed the door to his office. He tried to go back to work, but his mind was no longer on the experiment in front of him. It lingered on you. On the tearful gaze and the broken expression you wore as you left. It had been some time since Gear came to you with an offer of companionship. Neither of you actually had feelings for one another at the time, it was more for stress relief and experience. But over time, Gear noticed you spent more time with him. Asked questions about his experiments and listened when he spoke. You seemed more interested in everything he did. You seemed more interested in him. And Gear found himself enjoying that knowledge. He enjoyed having you close by. He never lingered on these thoughts, but he wasn’t daft enough to ignore that this was more then just a fuck routine.
Gear growled and stormed up the basement stairs and out of the room. Locking it shut and searching for you. It didn’t take him long to find the mess of blankets and pillows. He stalled for a moment, taking in the large amounts of material. He didn’t know you had this much linen. “(Y/N)?” He called, crouching by a hole in the fort. He was about to enter when you appeared, pushing him back and seating yourself just inside the blanket dome. “No entrance.” You snapped, making Gear glare at you as he caught his balance. “I…I’m going to ignore all this for a moment and apologize for my behavior. Part of the agreement we made was to act like a lover, as you would in return.” You nodded and waved your hand, as if dismissing his words. “Yes, yes. Our new agreement you made other then our fuck buddy agreement. You’re forgiven. But I’m still not letting you in.” Gear arched an eyebrow, looking over the “fort” with a doubtful gaze. “I didn’t want to come in anyway.” You frowned and pouted. “Oh come on? Please? Be a good sport.” “You just said you won’t allow me entrance.” Gear pointed out. He started to doubt that coming back up here was a good idea. “Not without the password.” You said with a proud smile. “It’s three words.” “Well, considering the numerous combinations that builds, Ii’d be here for days. Even if I narrow it down to phrases you’d often say or think of, I’d be stuck here-”“Fucks sake Gear, it’s Valentines Day and I want affection. It’s not hard to work out.” You groaned, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. Gear chuckled, his mechanical click in his jaw sounding as he laughed. “Fine, fine. I love you. Now can I come into your childish fort?” He asked, sighing heavily. You nodded and basically dragged him into the fort. Kissing him deeply as he pressed against you.
He's watching, scanning, learning, taking in all the information he can... his gears are turning... (I was just really in the mood to draw Blank/Dark! Ethan suddenly... so here he is! I guess this is just my interpretation, but I like the result!)
