words to use when writing
Appetite:
craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse:
agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault:
attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound
Beautiful:
admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting
Brutal:
atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild
Burly:
able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed
Carnal:
animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean
Dangerous:
alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous
Dark:
atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched
Delicious:
enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty
Ecstasy:
delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled
Ecstatic:
delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild
Erotic:
amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing
Gasp:
catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded
Heated:
ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous
Hunger:
appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst
Hungry:
avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting
Intense:
forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous
Liquid:
damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping
Lithe:
agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry
Moan:
beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl
Moving:
(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling
Need:
compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen
Pain:
ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart
Painful:
aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded
Perverted:
aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile
Pleasurable:
charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent
Pleasure:
bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven
Rapacious:
avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering
Rapture:
bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy
Rigid:
adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering
Sudden:
abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning
Thrust:
(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel
(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick
Thunder-struck:
amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback
Torment:
agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe
Touch:
(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap
(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize
Wet:
bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water
Wicked:
abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched
Writhe:
agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank
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𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 × 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Warnings: Violence, Humor, Insecurity, Catholic imagery, Horror Themes, Psycopathy, Obsession, Perv!Ethan, Stalking, Creepy!Ethan, Femcel x Incel undertones, Loss Of Virginity, Rape Mentions, Smut (+18) Male masturbation, Voyeurism, Oral Sex (fem rec), Cat and Mouse, Unprotected Sex, Forced Breeding, Choking, Groping, Spitting, PIV, Public Sex, Primal Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation, Knife play, CNC, Blood (like from Virginity loss)
This happened to crawl out of the depths and wouldn't crawl back in...
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Instead of pouring your attention into the gorgeous man peppering hot kisses down the side of your mouth, your gaze was planted on the casement window over his shoulder. It always seemed particularly sexist, that the boys' dorm rooms had such a vast and expansive view of Lower Manhattan. Tiny cars strung along the streets created arteries of the city, as if the entire grid was a sentient being. It took your breath away, but Chad was very comfortable in the knowledge that your shortness of breath was all because of him.
“God, you’re literally so fucking pretty,” You had learned pretty early on in your college career that anytime a man prefixed a statement with ‘literally' the chances that he was being honest was incredibly slim... But then again, since when has honesty really been a defining male feature?
“Thanks, you too.” You whisper with your eyes still firmly locked on the window. If only your lover could be New York herself.
“I actually didn't expect you to be this kind of girl.”
Every single thing this guy said made your lady boner grow so horribly flaccid by the second. If he didn't penetrate your insides soon you might be in dire need of artificial lubrication (which your roommate assured you was the very worst thing that could happen.)
“You just always seemed like the type to keep her head down,” he presses a surprising kiss to the very centre of your swollen lips. Your sudden influx of excitement at the action, not only leaves you partially relieved, but his hands digging firmly into the sides of your jeans is enough to reassure you that perhaps you weren't a raging asexual as you might have initially thought (and hoped).
“It isn't a bad thing, baby…" He continues to whisper as his plump lips find a particularly sensitive area behind your ear, “Just the thought that behind all that corduroy,” A kiss, “And pretentiousness," Another kiss, “And those undeniable book smarts,” His hand is cold to the touch as it slips beneath your woolen sweater, digging into your hip and wrenching an undeniable gasp from the bottom of your thoat, “I didnt think there was a nasty little slut who wore waist beads and said words like ‘fuck’.”
Chad pulls back to admire your panting frame locked between his haphazard sheets amd his exposed upper body. The sight of his muscular, caramel skin glowing in the city’s technicolour spilling in through the window released not only excitement, but was overpowered by an immediate feeling of insecurity.
He lifted your shirt slowly, revealing the string of colourful beads dotted around your soft waist.
"It’s cultural-”
“And fucking hot.” He concludes with a carnivorous grin before attaching his lips to your lower abdomen.
The air is vacuumed cleanly out of your lungs as your fingers find Chad’s curls.
He undoes your buttons while you feel the sudden inexplicable need to keep a firm eye on the open doorway leading out to the shadowy hallway. You have no idea why Chad decides to keep the door open, but the intensity in the idea of being caught spurs you on.
If only you knew that the threat your gut was warning you about was not only hypothetical. If only you knew that the pair of eyes you only think you see lurking in the darkness is not, in fact, a mirage birthed from your overcast, sex-filled brain, but it's real.
And he sees you.
And he is so undeniably disappointed in you for letting your natural instincts fall prey to such an utter predator like Chad. If only you knew that he saw you, even when you were seated in the very back of all your shared lectures. You had never raised your hand once despite reading and rereading memoirs and manifestos by Marx or Locke or Malcolm X, mumbling the correct answer to yourself while the professor awaited the correct response from the rest of the class. Ethan had always seen you, in spite of your shyness, not despite it. Only he could appreciate your wit while brainless Neanderthals like Chad only saw your body as something to take and take and conquer. Ethan would cum not only from seeing you so devilishly flustered under neon lights but because only he knows you read romance novels lakeside every Tuesday afternoons. Having those narrowed eyes of yours staring straight at him was an added bonus... it was enough to have him tugging on his dick faster, while Chad began to eat you out with fervour.
Ethan nearly mewled at the thought of it being him between your thighs, wrenching those excited moans out of your pretty little throat. That throat that he would long ago have had locked in his fist while his fingers stabbed your cunt repeatedly and his lips danced against your soft, swollen, overstimulated little clit-
“Ohh-fuck-” Ethan blanched as his cum spurted all over his hand still stroking frantically at his cock. His mind was flooded with all the unassuming images of you he had saved on a private folder in his phone. Images of you biting your pen in a particularly boring lecture. Images of one of your braids hanging out the side of your mouth as you jotted down whatever you jotted down with such animation on your laptop. Every single fun and crazy hairstyle you wore on campus, slinking into the background thinking no one noticed but of course he did. Of course he did.
“Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-” Ethan slapped a hand against his open mouth, ebbing away his hoarse and desperate whispers as he delved further into the shadows. His wet curls bounced as his back hit the wall. But before he lost sight of you for whoever knows how long, Ethan made sure to look at you one final time before slipping away, down the hall to his own room just as Chad whipped his head around in apparent alarm.
“Did you hear that?”
You most certainly did hear that but for the purpose of achieving your first orgasm that was not self-inflicted you dumbly say, “Heard what?”
“It sounded like-'' Chad's sentence is cut short by a loud and oppressive Drake tune that cuts through the charged silence. In a matter of seconds the boy abandons your exposed vagina in search of his phone displaying a profile picture of a petite brunette. You were once again losing your lady boner at dramatic altitudes, especially as Chad began to pull a shirt over his head and fumble around the room for his shoes.
“Something really bad came up,” He says as he drops the phone and backs away towards the doorway “Could we reschedule?”
What else could you have said to that? 'Could you please penetrate my hymen first before jumping to your girlfriend’s beck and call?' No.
“Of course. That’s perfectly fine." Even though it most certainly was not fine and your heart is plummeting as you pull your pants up with a nagging voice in your head telling you that 'You couldn't even hold a man's attention with the promise of sex. How pathetic could you get? Really.'
"I don't know how comfortable I feel letting you walk the streets of New York alone so late at night, though," While Chad stands in the centre of the room, rubbing aimlessly at the back of his giant neck, you can't help but feel your attraction wane with his apparent and unmistakable idiocy.
"Oh, that's okay." You murmur quietly as you begin to gather your things, dead set on the idea of hiding out in your dorm room for the foreseeable week until the weight of this rejection lifted. "I'll be quick."
"No, please, I insist." He says, ushering you out into the hallway before jogging past you. You wait idly in the short corridor with your backpack slung lazily over one shoulder as you overhear Chad burdening you onto his roomate.
While you wait, your legs are restless as your feet shuffle underneath you.
That would've been all well and good if you didn't lift your Converse to see a murky smudge on the wooden floor. Your eyes squint to better make out the stain, but in such horrible lighting, it's futile. The little droplets are impossible to make out but your attention snaps elsewhere once you're bombarded by a new pair of footsteps. Chad vanishes almost instantaneously. "I'd feel much better if Ethan walked you home!"
"So Ethan will walk you home." Says the brunette with a small, almost shy smile at the front door slams shut.
Awkwardness settles when you run the risk of what is very clearly two introverts being forced to bear each other's presence. You had been walking alongside Ethan Landry for 2 blocks, and not once has either of you chosen to thaw away at the silence with a refreshing joke or some sliver of lightheartedness. Without the verbal opression of an extrovert to even you two out, everything is quiet.
"We could cut through the park," Your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears, "It's the quickest way to my building."
Ethan only replies with a small imperceptible 'sure' as the trees become more dense around you, and the near constant New York bustle begins to wane.
"I'm sorry, you had to do this," With the sound of the city centre slipping through your fingers, you're compelled to fill the silence somehow. "I'm sorry for putting you out of your way."
The very next thing to happen not only surprises you but it sets off an equally surprising spell of warmth in the pit of your stomach as Ethan throws his curly head of hair back in a flurry of light and airy chuckles. It was the most beautiful sound you've ever heard right beside the Swan Lake score by Tchaikovsky.
"I think I might've killed Chad myself if he let another one of his 'study buddies' walk home alone." He looks at you through the corner of his eye, without ever once turning his head. "Very surprising that so many people like him, actually." Despite waging a war with his instinctive need to feel shy and reserved Ethan cannot help but feel his natural inhibitions melt when finally having you so close beside him. "Very surprising that you like him." He softly adds.
"I don't think I like him." You begin, "Not really." You make sure to keep your gaze trained on your shoes as you shuffle down the stoney path. Around you, midnight joggers, and crazy men high on various substances wander the park like forgotten apparitions.
"Yeah... Chad doesn't seem like someone you should like." You raise a questioning eyebrow up at him. Ethan backtracks and fights to string along a functioning sentence, "Uh… I-j-just mean, from what I gathered in our shared classes together-well, you're really smart! And Chad is…"
“- a mass of brainless brawn with zero wit and zero social skills outside of drinking and fucking?" You conclude for him, only earning another laugh from Ethan that has your stomach doing fucking backflips.
“Remind me why you were about to have sex with him?" Ethan sobers up as he begins to fight hard to stuff down his vexation as the words left his mouth. "I know what goes down when Chad's 'studying."
You notice the vehemence with which he utters those words but you choose to not respond to it.
“Well I'm catholic," You begin, as you both cut through the trees.
'I know,' He almost replied...
"And as much I pray to the Holy Mother, and as much as I love and respect her, I have no interest in ending up like her
“Immaculate and deified?"
“A virgin.” You are unaware that your reply has Ethan's gaze snapping towards you. Silence once again grows pregnant between the two of you as you walk. You begin to regret being so candid with a complete stranger.
"Ugh- I- I shouldn't have said that-"
"Hey, do you wanna play tag, at all?" You're caught off guard by his sudden proposal, but he makes no move in explaining further as he continues to walk cooly. His graphic shirt flaps in the wake of a gust of cold New York wind.
"What?" You laugh is humorless.
"What if you ran," He shrugs, "And I tried to find you?” You can only look up at him with a questioning smile before he shakes his head furiously,
“O-Or not," He mutters quickly, his hands curling by his sides. "It's just... cardiovascular exercise might help improve your mood right now. You could run and I'd try to catch you and maybe it might help you forget... b-ut that's so stupid and I'm sorry-"
But you've already begun backing up. Central Park is filled with your happy giggles as you push the boy to the ground yelling "YOU'RE IT!" Before breaking off into the darkness collected amongst the trees. Your feet are set alight with motion, and your blood charges with all this brave, newfound energy rolling through your arteries. This truly is the most alive you've felt in a really long time and you're quite embarrassed you hadn't thought of running by yourself.
You throw your head back, welcoming a gust of wind into your lungs. You dodge branches and brambles as you skirt between park benches and trash cans. The skyscrapers peeking up from between the trees are quiet spectators.
Your eyes have begun to adjust to the darkness just as the very first spell of tiredness wash over you but you charge on, filled by excitement and that innate childhood need to 'never get caught'.
"I'm gonna get you," a voice murmurs from between the trees, only spurring you further into the darkness. Your once airy, carefree laughs have grown into tired pants as you feel the weight of your backpack on your shoulder and the first strains in your thighs. Your hair whips around you like the wayward petals of dandelions as you split through a grassy clearing.
You decide to take your break with your hands locked on your knees as you frantically survey the space around you. All appears calm but the inclination that this boy is much faster than you, has you beginning your sprint again.
"Fucking, fuck exercise!" You're panting heavily now and your gait has slowed down significantly however, you're surprised that the tiredness is not the only feeling coursing through your body right now but…
"You're gonna have to do better than that." You hear this from an unidentifiable location around you. Like a madman, you begin to grow utterly unsure of what you just released.
Complete and unadulterated fear.
"H-Hey, Ethan!? I don't wanna play any-" You place a hand on your heart, "I don't wanna play anymo-"
But a flash of black has already attacked you from the side, tackling you into the ground and leaving you completely winded. You try to wrestle him off of you but his knees lock on the ground as he straddles you. Your movements stop when you gaze up at Ethan - or what you really hoped was Ethan.
"Where'd you find time to change?" You ask, bring your hand up in an attempt to paw at the Ghostface mask on his hidden visage.
You're wriggling and writhing underneath him but he doesn't move. His weight is practically as concrete as that of a cinder block on top of you, and there is virtually no way you're fighting him off. It takes all of 60 seconds of futile struggling to realise something was utterly wrong.
"Fuck- Please, Ethan? Please move; I don't like feeling trapped!" The panic expands in your lower belly, flooding your insides with fear until it inflates and pours out of your mouth. You can barely move your lower body and pregnant beads of sweat draw at your brow. "I'm very claustrophobic-Please."
You spiral into complete delirium.
"HELP!" You cry, "SOMEBODY! PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME- PLEASE-PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME!" You begin to cry real tears as you whip your head to the side in search of park wanderers only to find absolutely no one. The man above you quickly secures his hand over your mouth, collecting your rolling tears.
"Fuck yes…" You can hear his whispers through the mask as he lowers his head until his face is close to yours. You're quick in turning your head away from this monster on top of you but his hand on your wrist only snaps to plug your nose shut.
Ethan has your mouth and your nose covered in a horrible display of strength and control. Your arms flail wildly around you and you're pretty sure you remember thinking the very frightening, very concrete thought that this is the moment your soul leaves this world.
But death does not open her arms to you, instead, you're furiously gasping in the fresh air that he allows you to have.
"Now I'm going to remind you that yelling is allowed, baby. It's actually preferred, but, just not too loud okay?" You're nodding frantically once Ethan produces a jagged blade from beneath the black robe. It cuts a menacing glint through the moonlight and you're only able to whine as the blade is aimed at your jugular while Ethan's other hand lowers to explore vastness of your clothed body.
"Now... you're gonna play my helpless victim alright-oh god, you've got such nice tits baby." It's all so incredibly muffled from beneath the mask but the urgency in his tone has your legs squeezing together underneath him and your eyes squeezing shut in stark embarrassment of your actions. How absolutely sick of you to feel turned on in this very moment? Potentially more turned on then you might have been with Chad, in fact.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of you," the blade taps lightly at the side of your face, urging your wet eyes open only to reveal a blurry distorted image of the Ghostface above. "I'm honoured to be your first, okay?" You're only able to wail helplessly into his gloves as his other hand undoes the buttons of your cargo pants.
Ethan rips your pants off like a madman, failing to hide his urgency or his jittery, maniacal movements. He doesn't even have your pants down all the way before his hand is buried in your vagina.
"I've watched enough porn to know I'm supposed to get you ready. And while rape may be what this looks like, I have no intention of leaving you unsatisfied." He words are slurred as you feel his gloved fingers enter your soaked vagina. You scream raggedly into his gloves as he stabs your cunt with his fingers.
"You're already wet?" He remarks in complete disbelief as he uncovers his hand from the confines of your ruined panties. The Ghostface mask is lifted and discarded somewhere behind him only to reveal a panting boy with wild curls and wide eyes. He gazes at the arousal in awe, raising it up into the moonlight as he moves his fingers around it. Your breath shudders as Ethan instinctively places those fingers directly in his mouth. He moans around them, before gazing down at your glistening cunt.
"I need you." He begins to plead as his voice cracks and his eyebrows curve inwards, "Please, I need you so bad." The knife is momentarily released from your throat as he sits back on his haunches. Ethan rips his gloves off with his teeth before eagerly delving underneath his own robes to shove his hands down his sweatpants. You watch dazed as he jerks off above you, never once stopping his helpless cries. Cries that make the ache between your legs grow hotter and heavier, and your breathing once again picks up as you gaze up at him.
"E-Ethan?" Your own voice cracks in the wake of not only your arousal but by the way you were crying your lungs out just a second ago.
"Yeah?" He asks.
"Please fuck me."
He does not waste even a second more before he's shuffling off of you. Another yelp eases out of your throat as Ethan pulls your hips towards his in a surprising display of strength before wrenching your legs apart. Without removing your panties any further Ethan frantically uncovers his dick from inside his sweatpants. He mewls over and over again as he clenches the materials of his robe in his teeth before pistoning his cock through the folds of your virgin cunt.
You scream into the air, exposing your throat to him as your back arches and your pussy cries out in pain. His cock rams unapologetically into your cunt as he lowers his head to your neck. He is crying, you begin to note as he fucks you relentlessly. He's fucking crying and its turning you on.
"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful." He coos in your ear, only causing another wave of arousal to lubricate your pussy. "You're so fucking pretty and I promise I'd do anything for you. I'd do anything for this. To feel your pussy around my cock like this. I'd fucking kill someone for it-"
"My fucking God, Ethan!" Your throat is hoarse from all your gasping and the immense pain is yet to subside but his words bring you a pleasure you've never ever felt. A pleasure you've never been able to feel on your own.
You pull him down into a sudden kiss which he melts into, his hips rutting into yours as if his cock can't get enough of the friction. Your own pain subsides, as you lift your hips to meet his shallow strokes and you're quickly approaching euphoria. This, you realise, is the feeling you've been missing. Rubbing your cunt underneath your covers in the dead of night brought momentary pleasure but there has always been a phantom need for something more.
"I need to cum inside you, okay?" You can't say no, not when he's taken to wrapping his fist around your throat and spearing your cunt with his cock as if his very will to live depended on fucking you senseless.
"Fucking slut- tell me to cum inside you!" And then his grip loosens and he's frantically slapping at your cheeks, "Please baby. Please, my pretty, pretty girl." It's utterly deranged, his moods lifting and falling and morphing and changing. It only brings you further to the edge to be so uttericaly unsure around him. Whether he's gonna hurt you or love you.
"Please cum inside me, Ethan. Oh-f-fuck pl-ease cum inside me!"
Ethan's mouth hangs open in stark shock before they darken as his thrusts become irregular. His body breaks out into tremors above you just as your insides are flooded with his warm cum. The fullness of it, has you placing a hand on your clit as you're cumming loudly around his cock, milking it for everything it's worth.
"FUCK-" You scream, completely overcome with mutlplie waves of euphoria as you stare up at him above you.
Your hooded eyes looked up at him like your personal god. Nothing feels better than what he has given you, nothing could be better than this. Ethan gazes down at you with the very same reverence. His perfect little slut cumming so beautifully around his cock. It's better than he could've ever imagined.
"I wanna stay inside you forever." He whispers breathlessly before pushing a slobbering kiss to your mouth, a kiss you warmly return.
"I want you to." Is all you can reply.
"Was I supposed to rub your clit?" He says, noticing your hand has found your wet mound while his cock is still buried inside you. "I'm sorry."
He pushes your hand away to gather some of the slick off your clit causing you to face another wave of shivers.
A trail of blood runs down his fingers and he stares intently at it and then at you before he eases his cock out of your cunt and bends down to place a delicate kiss right between your legs. His plump lips are painted red, your red.
"We're a team now, okay? A family."
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