Perv! Ethan jerking off while on the phone with you, possibly while you're crying to him about how your date stood you up or something.
again, not exactly what you asked for but this is what came out so.
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content: murder, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader, male masturbation
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your breathing was short and shallow, the strain on your throat clear even over the static sounds of the phone. he could picture you sat in the small space between the post of your bed and your closet, knees up and teary face tucked between them. he pictured your bunched up skirt that had undoubtedly slipped down your legs, pooling around your hips and exposing a sliver of your delicate panties. he let himself wonder what kind you wear.
ethan struggled to keep his own breathing level and push down the whimper that wished to voice his pleasure. his grip on himself was tight, loosening slightly with every twist of his wrist as he kept a slow but steady pace.
“i just,” you let out another sob, “i wanted it to go well. i got dressed and everything…” your began to sniffle again, “and he left me there. all alone. no text… nothing.”
“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..."
his teeth punctured his plump bottom lip, filling his mouth and flooding his taste buds as he came, sensitively trembling as spurts of his seed shot out of him, a thick stream falling down and over his fist.
ethan was surprised. not for the action committed nor the the sudden surge of emotions, but rather, the emotions themselves. delight. satisfaction. a light and blissful buzz waving through his body and heart thumping in his chest.
he reached towards you. the least he could do was close your lifeless, red tinted eyes. your mouth still hung open and darkened skin in the shape of hand marks covered your neck. he pushed your jaw up, watching as your lips met into your natural pout.
you looked so pretty this way, calm and appearing content, nothing that pained ethan. no resentment or miniscule widening of your eyes as you spewed lie after lie. you were slipping away and you both knew it, but ethan couldn't let it happen.
he tried to be perfect, giving in to your every whim and shower you in flatting comments that would have your skin hot and mind fuzzy, slide his hands or prefferably his head between your thighs as often as he could.
but none of it worked. you still tried to cut things off. holding your head high as you uttered the words he couldn't bare to hear. and suddenly, the old saying he had heard many times made sense.
