sum. you seem to have a problem articulating your words, and he doesn’t have time for your bullshitting.
authors note: hi guys, i know- i’m back. not permanently, but back nonetheless. life has been lifing, unfortunately. and if you can’t tell, i have indeed watched heated rivalry. it was great, btdubs.
warnings implied nsfw content (blowjob), sense of urgency, reader is implied to be slightly new, implied rivalry/dislike, sneaking around
“what was your game plan to score the win against montreal?” the reporter asks with a voice full of faux sugar, microphone held up to her mouth before she tilts it towards the russian.
“i just went in and did it.” he answers cut and dry, his accent wrapping around each and every syllable as he looks at the camera for a split second before flitting his eyes back to the reporter. the lady frowns at the quick and impatient sounding answer, but quickly schools her expression to ask the next question.
“how do you feel about montreal’s newest player checking you on the ice? do you think he’s imposing any competition to the league so far?”
“he is not great. montreal’s fourteenth best, just above pike.” he flashes a side grin before offering a wink to the camera.
“what the fuck? fourteenth best?” you yell at your tv from the comfort of your hotel bed, furious at his words. you quickly switch the channel, but not before rolling your eyes. for his information, you were playing a damn good season-
“don’t listen to him. he’s a dick, dude.” pike would comment as he stood in front of the mirror, buttoning up fresh, white linen. “he only says that shit to agitate you. plus, you’re playing a good season. don’t let him get under your skin.” damn right you are, but rozanov still manages to irritate the living hell out of you. pike was right- it was agitating. you don’t know how pike manages to keep his mouth shut or his head down. actually, he doesn’t do either- but you don’t hear him freaking out about rozanov everyday, unlike you.
“blow off some steam. get laid while im gone or something.” he walks over to your bed before patting you on the shoulder. “how do i look?” he asks, fixing his sleeves for what seems like the umpteenth time. just some normal slacks and a button up. simple but effective. you give him a small nod, tell him he looks good- and just as quickly, he’s out the door.
left with the silence of just your thoughts and the background noise of your tv, the only thing that runs through your mind is rozanov. before you can think, you’re picking up your phone.
ME
fucking seriously, rozanov?
nope, delete.
fourteenth best?
ILYA
you are not good, rookie. i did not lie.
goddamn him and his arrogance. it’ll come back to get him one day, you think.
ME
i’m playing a good season.
ILYA
no.
why do you text me at this hour?
actually, you don’t know why. do you just enjoy the thrill of texting a rival? i mean, you’d chalk it up to that if hayden’s words weren’t ringing through your ears.
‘blow off some steam. get laid while i’m gone or something.”
ME
i need you.
okay, a bit forward. maybe too forward.
maybe i want something.
ILYA
do you want my cock? 🍆
ME
yes.
who taught you how to use emojis?
ILYA
you didn’t answer question.
ME
1210. ⏰
oh, what the fuck? as soon as you send the text, he hearts it and you feel something similar to regret. why did he have so much power on you indirectly? god, you were so easy. you try not to overthink it as you get up from the bed and head to the bathroom.
before you know it, a loud knock rings through your hotel room, stopping your pacing in its tracks. you practically swing the door open, ilya slowly walks in with that confident swagger that you know all too well, moving to close the door behind him. “nice hotel,” he observes, giving a quick glance over of the room. “are you rooming with pike?”
“yeah, but he’s gone. out with his wife.” you assure, backing up as rozanov steps towards you, your back hitting against a wall.
“we have to be quick then, da? he is one pump chump.” that gets a laugh out of you, and he falls down to his knees just as quickly.
“how would you know?” you raise a brow in mock concern as he shimmied down your sweats in one go, already hard cock springing free from the confines of the fabric.
“were you hard thinking about this? how long?” he doesn’t make a move to do anything yet, just stare up at you with those eyes.
“shut up, asshole. do it already.”
“do what?” okay, now he’s being a dick.
“…you know what.” your cheeks redden at being questioned like this. he knows what you want, but he refuses to give it to you. it’s like he enjoys watching you suffer.
“tell me what you want me to do to you?”
“say it, say it, say it…”
“what do you want? i need you to say.” his hand slides up and down your thigh as he looks up at you with those pouty lips, fingers occasionally dipping into your inner thigh to tease.
“okay! suck my dick, rozanov. are you happy?”
“that’s not nice. what is magic word?”
whatever dignity that you had left is completely lost as the words leave your lips. “please?”
“hmm. that’ll do.”
a/n: this is so not proofread because it was made in a day i’m sawry :( happy birthday connie baby
listen, i’m not trying to be rude here, but if you want to make friends or grow in the writing community, being known for complaining about other writers doesn’t make people respect you, it just gets you blocked.
if you don’t like a fic, just scroll past it. if something reads as “ass” to you, block the writer or move on. clogging tags to complain about fan content only hurts the community. as a writer yourself, you should know how discouraging that is. the only way anyone improves is by writing more. and honestly? some people aren’t even aiming to “improve.” they’re just sharing their stuff for fun and that’s completely valid too.
the comments under your post are a mess of people trashing entire types of stories or kinks, not even the skill level. most of them don’t even write themselves, which just adds to the toxicity.
and it’s actually insanity because you’ve say in post you still have areas you’re working on, like everyone does. you wouldn’t like someone calling your fics “ass” or nitpicking them in your inbox. even if your post isn’t doing that directly, letting people hate publicly opens the door for people to feel justified in sending anon hate to others privately. that’s how toxic fandom cycles start and keep going. ive seen so many writers deactivate bc of posts like yours.
we’ve all read writing that wasn’t our thing, but that’s what group chats are for. talk your shit privately, not in public tags.
sorry for the rant, but you’re a writer too and you can do better. just wanted you to know why people might block you if they see posts like that. most of us are tired of the constant negativity towards writers, it reads ungrateful as fuck.
okay so im going to address this since i know it’ll come up in the future-
number ONE, first and foremost. “ass” was not the right word. i was making this post to address things like:
not adding warnings beforehand
disgusting topics (incest, r*pe, etc)
mischaracterization of characters (yes, yes- i know you do not have to characterize them correctly, but that’s what most people want when they look for a certain character- including me.)
corny moments that make you pause before continuing (this isn’t necessarily bad at all, it’s just something funny that i wanted to get at with the post)
did i use the complete wrong word for this? YES. did i mean to slander new and upcoming artists? NO.
some people might mention that “i mentioned ‘shit’ writing?” now that you guys are aware of the context, that’s what i meant by ‘shit’ or ‘ass’ writing. i’m not one with words, so have grace 😢
am i saying im also a good artist? absolutely the fuck not- my shit is exceptional at best. i just wanted to create something relatable for all, and most of the people in my comments didn’t try to slander anyone, as far as im concerned (and as far as i know)
most of the comments on my posts were talking about things like mischaracterization, outfit choice, and even one comment was talking about the reader being characterized “kid-like” which is disgusting… so- (don’t get me wrong, im all for age gap fics, but it gets to a point.)
next- i have thicker skin than most, and i also write for pleasure- i honestly do not really care if anyone tries to say my writing is bad or anything (not saying others won’t feel differently, just stating how i would feel) and multiple people have said my writing is bad multiple times, which i haven’t responded to, because i honestly could care less-
and on the topic of writers deactivating their accounts because of posts like mine, the posts aren’t directed at anyone. if they took it personally, that’s on them. not me. now i would obviously say the opposite if i WAS targeting someone, but thats simply not the case.
and last point- i made this blog to talk my shit and write my shit. i have the free will to do what i want, and thats what i decided to do. did i mean for the post to be hateful in the first place? absolutely not. is it still my blog and can people block me if they aren’t a fan? yes. that’s just my content and options, and it’s fine if it’s not your prerogative.
so to summarize i’m deeply sorry for any harm that i have caused to the writing community, just know that those weren’t my true intentions whatsoever. :))
did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i can’t find it 😢
I WAS AT ECON!
KINKTOBER ENTRY #6.
summ. was he really at econ, or was he too busy fucking you?
warnings:(almost) caught in the act, dom-ish ethan, subbish reader, ethan isn’t ghostface in this fic haha, secret relationship, immediate sex flashbacks, pretty much all smut, chad yells at ethan for like two seconds, reader rides ethan, use of y/n once :>
ethan was always an easy target. whether it was bullying, rumors, what have you. especially the ghostface rumors. he was always susceptible to those due to his quiet demeanor and weird interests in the stab movies. he knew it would come back to bite him someday-
for perfect example, right now. chad is ripping ethan a new one because this is the third time he hasn’t been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesn’t have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. “this is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-”
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
“i was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-”
chad looks at you, as if for confirmation. he raises a brow, and you slowly nod, almost hesitantly, validating his story. little do they know..
YESTERDAY
ethan’s cock finally impales you fully as you fully sit down on it, the dull, crown-like head brushing your sopping walls, eliciting a soft moan from you. “eth, fuck..”
“a-are you okay? you’re okay, right?- fuck!” all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethan’s toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. “wait, wait- holy shit-”
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
“hey- ethan? do you know where chad is?” mindy’s voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesn’t stop you. you keep riding him slowly, in desperate need for more friction. he snaps his hips up, making you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just so you don’t make noise.
“don’t- don’t fucking move.” he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindy’s question. he clears his throat as he speaks. “oh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..”
“he went out? are you serious? he told me that he’d be here!” she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that she’s most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because he’s too busy sinking his cock into your plush walls. he bucks his hips, grabbing yours to still you as he softly thrusts into you, giving you the friction you wanted.
“y-yeah, must suck- aah-” ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
“are you good?”
“yeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shit…” he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
“do you want to help me look for him, or…?”
“o-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uh…” he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didn’t even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
“i’ll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!”
“r-right…” he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. “i’ll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-” he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
“who’re you talking to?” what the- mindy’s still here?!
“nobody!!”
a/n: i know i don’t really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldn’t find another way to incorporate it and im already irritated as fuck. this is the best yall gonna get.. im so burnt out lel
: longing for, marked by, or expressive of a desire for romantic love
warnings: 18+ content, slow-ish burn, cussing, protective and yandere chad and ethan, thick reader, both are ghostface au, chad plays football, ethan plays lacrosse, chad uses the n word sometimes (don’t know why that’s a warning, some people get triggered), not the usual ‘textbook baddie’ reader, she’s lowk whimsical
song themes in this read.
LOG #1 :PRELUDE.
the two were practically twins.
chad and ethan shared everything. clothes, music, food, you name it.
but when you came around… things seemed to change.
their first time meeting you was at a party with some mutual friends, (core four) and ever since then, you guys have been a small group of your own.
chad was the first to tell ethan about his crush on you. he thought that he’d hype him up, like they always do with girls.
wrong.
instead, ethan makes a bullshit excuse about you ‘talking to other guys’ and ‘not being interested in him.’ which would be cool for chad if he wasn’t downright obsessed with you. he started to ask questions. what guys were talking to you? how long?
and when those couldn’t be answered…
he knew.
he knew ethan liked you, which was what annoyed him. the way he looked at you during study sessions. the way his eyes would linger just a second too long on the way your hips sway before quickly snapping them away. this jealously was eating away at chad. his eyes were greener than ever before as he watched ethan try take what was his.
that was his girl.
and he’ll be sure that he knows that.
LOG #2:SHOCKER.
the two really did share everything. even their double life. one day it was being the most popular boys on campus, dominating their sports… the next- killing people behind closed doors. speculations about who ghostface was were all around campus, the weird kids obviously being singled out. who would suspect the two most popular, influential boys on campus? all of the sudden, they had a killer alibi- literally and figuratively. even you never suspected them, and that’s what mattered the most. how would you act if you found out that they were killing the people closest to you for their disgusting benefit? they didn’t want to fuck around and find out.
sitting on a campus bench, you’d yawn as mindy would ramble on about serial killers, chad having his usual carefree expression and ethan seeming fidgety as always, but still engaging in conversation. you weren’t necessarily talking, or even listening for that matter, engrossed in your sketchbook. all of the sudden, mindy says something that snaps you out of your drawing.
“have we considered our friend group yet?” she’d ask, hand on her chin. all of the sudden, her eyes light up with newfound discoveries and curiosity. “well, it can’t be ethan or chad… they both have too much going on for them to make time to kill anyone. they wouldn’t miss class or practice for anything.
chad chuckles, but there’s something behind it that nobody catches except you. “damn right i wouldn’t.”
“hey, me too.” ethan pitched in, cheesing like he just got told he could have a cookie from the cookie jar.
“yeah, dumbass. that’s why she said ethan and chad.” he retorted, rolling his eyes and facepalming at his sheer stupidness. “straight a’s and no fucking common sense. niggas really do just be dumb.” he laughed at his own joke, and you seem to chuckle too, inflating his ego and making ethan shoot daggers at chad.
“what about you?” mindy would point directly at you, and you look up from your sketchbook, pointing at yourself like you don’t believe it. “you never talk, girl. and you’re always drawing, or- reading. it’s always the closed off ones, you know. maybe it-”
“she’s not ghostface.” ethan says firmly in a defensive tone, and chad looks at him like he’s crazy. ‘dude, are you trying to blow fucking cover?’ he’d message with his eyes, ethan rolling his eyes at the look.
“and you can prove that how?”
“i… i cant. there’s just no way-” ethan would stutter, trying to put together a semblance of an alibi for you. he wants to protect you, of course. but he hasn’t realized that he can’t protect you from everything.
“you have to rule out connections, eth. i know you have a humongous crush on her, but that doesn’t mean-” mindy gets cut off by chad, his eyebrow raising.
“wait wait- i beg your fucking pardon?” chad looks at ethan, as do you, cheeks feeling hot.
“he didn’t tell you?-"
“mindy, shut the hell up.” ethan would hiss, scowling at her. “she’s obviously lying, okay?”
chad knew ethan liked you.
but if he knew, why did getting confirmation feel so painful? like his best friend just stabbed a knife through his heart? his girl. that’s his girl. he repeats like a mantra in his head, the stoic expression he sports perfectly concealing the tornado brewing in his mind.
“i have to go… i have ap-” you’d blabber off a random class that you didn’t even have today before scurrying off, your mind reeling. ethan said she was lying, but you knew better than to believe that. you saw his face. his expression when mindy said that. the smirk on his face dropped so suddenly, like the walls he spent years building came crashing down.
“i know you have a humongous crush on her, but…”
the words would repeatedly ring in your ears, finally catching your breath when you get to your dorm.
you didn’t want to admit the massive crush you had on ethan.
because you had a crush on chad too.
greed, this, greed that, name call all you want… but you knew what you liked, and hot athletic men were definitely on that list. there’s no way they liked you, or so you thought. they had girls at their beck and call, there’s absolutely no way that you’d catch their eye. the quiet, (and maybe weird) girl that just tries to stay out of the way. little did you know..
your ignorance was apparent. very apparent.
“i ain’t like them other niggas… i ain’t bout to play no games with you.”
“you know what your problem is? you don’t ever see the big picture.”
LOG #3:COMPROMISE.
the next day, tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, between the three of you especially. it didn’t help that you had a study session planned with ethan at your dorm later, either. the universe has a way of planning things out for the better or worse. you didn’t know which one it was this time.
sitting with the three of them at a table outside, you try and incite conversation, hoping to get something out of them. “so ethan, are we still studying at my dorm today?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. chad’s brow quirks up, and he looks at the two of you confusingly.
“i wasn’t invited? so yall hate me, right…” he jokes, rolling his eyes. there was some truth behind his words, but nobody needed to know that.
“no, chad. i don’t hate you. and i think i speak for ethan too.” you’d fire back, looking straight into his eyes like you didn’t just technically say you cared about him. okay, you didn’t say all of that- but chad can dream, right? “how about you tag along?”
ethan immediately speaks up, even though he hasn’t even been apart of the conversation for the past couple of minutes. “he doesn’t even take the class. why the hell would chad tag along? it’s just unnecessary information that his already small brain doesn’t need more of.” his last sentence was a joke, but it still had a little too much bite to it.
“i’m very smart, mind you. and why not? it could be a little group hangout. we haven’t done that in a while, right?”
“oh, yeah! chad- come to my dorm later, mkay?” you smile, your speech sounding bubbly as ever. score, chad thought. he could get closer with you.
but then he saw ethan’s gaze, a glare that he would fold at if looks could kill.
summary: you flirted with another guy just to piss billy off. mission accomplished. now he’s jealous, possessive, and furious, and he’s going to fuck the attitude out of you until you remember who really owns you.
warnings: smut, jealousy, possessive sex, praise, degradation, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), biting, spit, rough sex, daddy kink, light breath play, multiple orgasms, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄
You didn’t mean to rile him up.
Okay, maybe you did. Just a little. The guy at the video store was hot, sure, but he was nothing compared to Billy. Still, watching him get all tense, clench-jawed and brooding while you smiled too long at someone else? Delicious. Dangerous.
You knew you were in trouble the second the door to your bedroom slammed shut behind you.
“Wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?” Billy’s voice was low, deadly, dripping with jealousy.
You blinked innocently, lying back on the bed, “What was what?”
His jaw ticked. Oh, he was fuming.
“The flirting. The giggling. The fucking eye-fucking some loser while I stood right there?”
You shrugged, pouting, “Didn’t know I needed permission to talk to people”
That did it.
Billy crossed the room in two strides and had you pinned flat before you could squeak. One hand fisted in your hair. The other wrapped around your throat, lightly, but firm enough to make your pussy throb on instinct.
“You don’t” he growled, voice right at your ear, “But you sure as fuck don’t get to act like this cunt isn’t mine”
Your breath hitched.
Then he kissed you, Teeth and tongue, biting your lip, forcing you to open for him. You moaned, legs spreading automatically, already soaked through your panties.
“Take your clothes off” he snapped, pulling back just enough to watch you scramble.
You barely had time to kick your panties aside before he was between your legs, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
He spat directly on your pussy, spreading it with two fingers before sinking his tongue in like he was starving for it.
“Fuck..” Your back arched, thighs shaking as he flicked and sucked, groaning into your folds.
He moaned when you tugged his hair. Bit your inner thigh when you bucked. And when you came on his tongue, whining his name like a fucking prayer, he just kept going.
“One isn’t enough” he muttered “You’re gonna learn, sweetheart”
He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before grabbing your hips and flipping you over.
You barely had time to brace yourself before he shoved inside in one brutal thrust.
“B-Billy!” you sobbed, gripping the sheets, completely full.
“Oh, now you remember my name?” he chuckled darkly “You weren’t saying it earlier. Bet you were thinking about him, huh?”
You tried to shake your head but his hand twisted in your hair, yanking your head back.
“Nuh uh. Say it”
“Billy!”
“Say who owns this pussy”
“You do!” you cried out “You do, fuck!”
“That’s right” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his other hand gripping your throat again “My. Fucking. Pussy”
You were crying now, from the pleasure, from the pace, from how fucking deep he was. And he loved it.
“You crying?” he panted against your ear “You sorry now, baby? Gonna act like a good girl for me?”
You nodded frantically, body trembling as your second orgasm built like a tidal wave.
“I’m your good girl, I swear...I’m yours, please-”
“Then cum” he snarled “Let him hear you scream for me”
And oh, you did.
Your whole body convulsed, and he didn’t stop. Fucked you through it, made you take every inch, whispering filth into your ear as you shattered again.
“God, look at you. Fucked out. Dripping for me. You want more, don’t you?”
You whimpered. Nodded.
“Say it”
“Please… fuck me harder, daddy…”
That did it.
He roared, grabbing your hips tight enough to bruise, fucking you like a man possessed. Slamming into you until you were sobbing and drooling into the sheets. Until you felt it, his cock pulsing, cum spilling inside you as he held you tight.
did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i can’t find it 😢
I WAS AT ECON!
KINKTOBER ENTRY #6.
summ. was he really at econ, or was he too busy fucking you?
warnings:(almost) caught in the act, dom-ish ethan, subbish reader, ethan isn’t ghostface in this fic haha, secret relationship, immediate sex flashbacks, pretty much all smut, chad yells at ethan for like two seconds, reader rides ethan, use of y/n once :>
ethan was always an easy target. whether it was bullying, rumors, what have you. especially the ghostface rumors. he was always susceptible to those due to his quiet demeanor and weird interests in the stab movies. he knew it would come back to bite him someday-
for perfect example, right now. chad is ripping ethan a new one because this is the third time he hasn’t been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesn’t have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. “this is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-”
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
“i was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-”
chad looks at you, as if for confirmation. he raises a brow, and you slowly nod, almost hesitantly, validating his story. little do they know..
YESTERDAY
ethan’s cock finally impales you fully as you fully sit down on it, the dull, crown-like head brushing your sopping walls, eliciting a soft moan from you. “eth, fuck..”
“a-are you okay? you’re okay, right?- fuck!” all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethan’s toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. “wait, wait- holy shit-”
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
“hey- ethan? do you know where chad is?” mindy’s voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesn’t stop you. you keep riding him slowly, in desperate need for more friction. he snaps his hips up, making you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just so you don’t make noise.
“don’t- don’t fucking move.” he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindy’s question. he clears his throat as he speaks. “oh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..”
“he went out? are you serious? he told me that he’d be here!” she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that she’s most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because he’s too busy sinking his cock into your plush walls. he bucks his hips, grabbing yours to still you as he softly thrusts into you, giving you the friction you wanted.
“y-yeah, must suck- aah-” ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
“are you good?”
“yeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shit…” he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
“do you want to help me look for him, or…?”
“o-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uh…” he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didn’t even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
“i’ll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!”
“r-right…” he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. “i’ll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-” he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
“who’re you talking to?” what the- mindy’s still here?!
“nobody!!”
a/n: i know i don’t really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldn’t find another way to incorporate it and im already irritated as fuck. this is the best yall gonna get.. im so burnt out lel
pairing: best friend chad meeks martin x fem reader
song:
summary: Chad has a burning hot rage for your boyfriend, Ethan. He thinks he isn’t good enough for you, and one day his thoughts finally register in your mind.
NOT PROOFREAD I REPEAT NOT PROOFREAD!
best friend chad who will scowl whenever he hears Ethan’s name come out of your mouth, but not today.
best friend chad who comforts your crying body after you saw your boyfriend sending lewd texts to someone who wasn’t you.
“he’s a dick, y/n. don’t worry about him.” chad plays with your hair as you snuggle closer to him, the action seeming a bit too intimate given the situation that had just happened a couple of hours before.
“fucking asshole..” you’d sniffle, clinging onto his bicep like it’s your lifeline.
“i wanna give you better.” he’d mumble, and you almost don’t catch it.
“excuse me?”
“somebody gotta step up. your boyfriend was doing a shit job at taking care of you.” he’d shake his head, brows furrowing at the thought of him.
“how would you like to get some revenge?”
“like how, chad?”
“sex.”
and that’s how you found your legs wrapped around his neck with two of his fingers buried deep into your sopping wet folds. your moans are so loud that you swear they you’ve woken up his neighbors.
“and apparently, he’s done a horrible job at making you feel good. so fuckin loud f’me…” he’d chuckle darkly, curling his fingers inside of you and hitting that spongy spot that elicits an oh so sweet moan.
“chad, stop- i feel like i’m about to pee-”
all of the sudden, his fingers impossibly quicken inside of you, during everything that’s going on, he doesn’t even realize he’s hopelessly rutting against the bed, searching for any form of friction.
“chad!” you come so hard it momentarily blinds you. when you blink your vision back, still riding on your high, you see chad drenched in wetness, his shirt and chin dripping with clear liquid.
“w-was that me?” you say embarrassed as you point to his soaked shirt that he’s now taking off, revealing his chiseled body.
“yeah. don’t worry, it was hot as fuck.” he flashes his pearly whites, trying his best to hide that he’s completely pussydrunk already. he wasn’t even in you yet. he pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers at the same time, his cock springing free with a weighty bounce.
and god, was he big.
your eyes widen immediately, scanning up and down his shaft.
“how is that gonna-”
“fit? oh don’t worry, i’ll make it.” he responds, getting on top of you.
“chad it’s not… going in-” you bite your lip nervously, looking up at him.
“i told you to relax..” chad strokes your hair, trying once again.
“i’ve been relaxing for the past couple of minutes.” you pout, about to give up.
“i’m sorry.” he says randomly, giving you a peck on the cheek and you raise a brow.
“for wha- holy fuck!” he thrusts into you forcefully, burying himself inside of you.
“god, this pussy feels so good.” he… whines? did you just hear him whine?
“chad did you just- whine?” you ask, giggling a little. you’re shut up when he starts moving in you.
“f-fuck, pretty pussy just sucking me in, hmm? so f-fucking wet.” he shuts his eyes tightly to try and stop the feeling of him wanting to bust already.
“chad- oh god. right there!” you throw your head back, drool dribbling out of your lips as you’re fucked dumb.
chad’s head finds purchase in your neck to muffle his whimpers and whines as he thrusts into you.
“cumming! cumming!” you scream out, clenching on him like he’s your lifeline.
chad sees a creamy white ring form at his base and busts on the spot. “fuck, y/n…” he groans as he spills his thick, white seed into you.
best friend chad who pretends to know nothing about the photos that someone (he) sent your boyfriend of his cum leaking out of you!
summary: dressed as a cowgirl, you finally decide attend a bustling halloween party. little did you know, someone else had a striking resemblance to your own outfit.
summary: your nerdy gamer boyfriend is always obsessed with his stupid computer(s). time to give him a reason to pay attention to you!
warnings: suggestive content, no smut.
don’t. (fem reader)
: dom jealous chad x grieving reader
summary: you just caught your boyfriend ethan cheating on you. seeking comfort in your best friend chad, he proposes something that makes your heart stop. and the pulse between your legs quicken..
warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, squirting, creampie, chad is lowkey a cockdrunk loser, sending photos of aftermath to boyfie (without your knowledge)
i’m busy. (fem reader)
: dom chad x sub reader
summary: you want him to help you with a project. he says no. you press him too much. he snaps.
warnings: roughness, smut, backshots, use of slut, slight degradation
ethan landry
happy halloween (1 2 3) (fem reader)
summary: the mysterious boy in the back of your class with a gigantic crush on you finally gets an opportunity to see you at a halloween party. little does he know that party would be the best-worst mistake of his life.
warnings: pantie stealing, perverted ethan, even more perverted reader, pussydrunk confessions, p in v, creampie, blowjob, stalker ethan, submissive ethan, dom fem reader
down the… bunny hole? (pre 1 2) (fem oc)
summary: the cute, nerdy girl that ethan ran into after one of his games just so happens to be his tutor. let’s see how this’ll go!
warnings: fourth wall breaking, cursing, suggestive content but no smut (yet haha)
extras | texts from hockey player ethan
poppin’ (fem black reader) (1 2 3? 4?)
: perv loser ethan x reader
summary: ethan runs into you (more like stalks you) at chads party!
warnings: cursing, suggestive content, no smut (yet)
on chill (fem reader)
: ghostface ethan x angry reader
summary: you thought ethan was cheating. always out late, no explanations.. you didn’t know he was doing something a LOT worse- until you fucked him, that is.
warnings: established relationship, overstim, p in v, reader finds out he’s ghostafce
i was at econ! (kinktober 25’ special) (fem reader)
: dom ethan x reader
summary and warnings in link >~<
billy loomis
stu macher
charlie walker
headcanons (warnings mentioned in links!)
ethan landry headcanons (some spice)
charlie walker headcanons (SPICE.)
the scream boys and their kinks (SPICEE.)
chad meeks headcanons (some spice)
ethan and chad relationship hcs (some spice)
duo fics
bloodLUST (kinktober 25’ special) (fem reader)
: perv stu and billy x reader
summary: the perfect night turned bad freaky by a killer- wait, there’s two of them?!
warnings: perverted billy and stu, they have chemistry, p in v, p in a, knife play, slight bdsm, degradation, blowjob, spitplay
lovesick. (fem black reader)
: jealous ethan and chad x reader
TBD…
WHAT KIND OF IDIOT PICKS ON THE STRONG?
satoru gojo
run it. (fem reader)
: arrogant bartender gojo x reader
summary: gojo and his arrogant demeanor is just what you need after a long night.
warnings: suggestive content.
tutoring. (fem reader) (kinktober 25’ special)
: nerdjo x slight bimbo regina george reader
summary: you suck at- practically every subject. however, gojo is there to assist you! for a price, however..
warnings: pussy eating, exchange sex
suguru geto
nobody’s concern (fem reader)
: depressed geto x grieving reader
summary: the breakup hit you two a bit too hard.
warnings: angst with no happy ending, mentions of sex at the end
jealousy. (kinktober 25’ special) (male reader)
: jealous geto x obsessed male reader
summary: just friends, right? until you aren’t.
warnings: hatefucking, situationship, geto in an established relationship
𝜗𝜚 you invited over the soft-spoken, nerdy guy from your comp sci class. you didn’t expect him to be so into you. or so good in bed . . .
he’s weird.
you don’t mean it in a cruel way— at least not at first. it’s more like an observation, one you’ve been quietly collecting over the semester, watching him from across the lecture hall as he shows up five minutes late every tuesday with his crooked glasses, wrinkled hoodie, and tangled white hair that always looks like he just rolled out of bed.
he’s always alone. not because he’s invisible or anything, he’s just somehow always on the outside looking in. he’s there, physically, but barely interacts with anyone. professors call on him and he stutters. girls say hi and he practically combusts. he once dropped his entire water bottle when shoko asked him for the time.
he mumbles. fiddles with his fingers. can’t make eye contact for longer than three seconds. and god, the way he walks, it’s like he’s trying not to take up space.
you should feel nothing for him. he’s just another quiet dude in a sea full of college weirdos.
and yet.
you do feel something. not attraction, per se. it’s more so out of pure curiosity. maybe pity. he’s just so painfully awkward, so soft-spoken and squirmy and red in the face everytime you so much as glance in his direction, that it tugs something warm and weird in your chest.
and then you sit next to him one day.
“hey,” you say casually, claiming your spot in the empty seat. “you always sit alone?”
he flinches like you’ve slapped him.
“oh. uh. um. y-yeah. kinda. i mean. it’s not like- i don’t mind! i just, uh, don’t talk a lot. i mean, i can talk- if you want- i’m not like- fuck, sorry..”
you blink. “i just asked a question.”
he physically shrinks. “…right. sorry.”
god, he’s kind of cute..
+
you talk to him again. and again. and again.
he’s always so nervous. so twitchy. he blushes when you compliment his shirt. nearly dies when you ask if he’s dating anyone. says something about “not really being good with girls” and immediately changes the subject from embarrassment. even drops his pencil once when you casually lean forward and your chest brushes his arm.
it’s honestly kind of… adorable. pathetic, but nonetheless adorable.
you start bringing him coffee. give him your number. tease him about never replying fast. he sends you the most painfully awkward texts known to man. barely uses punctuation and always starts messages with “um.”
he’s impossible. endearing, though.
and when you invite him over under the guise of “studying,” he genuinely looks like he’s about to faint, that’s when you decide to really test the waters.
you sit a little closer, letting your knee touch his. your hand lingers when you pass him a pen and he looks like he might cry. at one point, you jokingly stretch and your shirt lifts just enough to flash the waistband of your panties, and gojo makes a strangled sound and covers his face.
“you good?” you ask, smirking.
“n-no. i mean- yeah. i just. um. i’ve never really.. y’know…”
you tilt your head, feigning innocence. “never really what?”
he turns bright red. like full-blown, skin-on-fire, tomato-face red. then whispers, barely audible—
“i’ve never done…anything like this before.”
your eyebrows lift. “anything?”
he nods once. stiffly. “i’m, uh, a virgin.”
you swear you feel your brain short-circuit.
gojo satoru. tall. annoyingly pretty under the right lighting. absolute mess of a human being. a virgin.
and he’s the one sitting on your bed.
huh.
you don’t know what compels you, but you lean in and whisper, “want me to help with that?”
he stares at you. wide-eyed. mouth parted. so stunned he doesn’t even respond for a full ten seconds. and then he finally nods. slowly. like he can’t believe this is actually happening.
+
you start off gentle. kind of sweet, honestly. he’s stiff at first. tentative. your fingers trail under his shirt and he flinches, clearly not used to being touched like this. when you close the distance to kiss him, he moans into it, needy, mouth a little clumsy, almost surprised by the feeling.
you push him onto his back, straddling his lap. whisper, “you can touch me, y’know.”
he nods again. shaky hands brushing your waist as if he’s afraid to break you.
it’s cute. he’s cute.
so you take the lead.
your lips drag over the rim of his jaw, teeth grazing his throat until he’s gasping softly, hands still hesitating where to put them. you have to grab them yourself and guide them to your hips. a little whimper escapes him when you press your chest against him, rolling your hips slowly. there’s already a thick bulge in his sweats. you smile against his skin.
you grind on him through his sweats. lazy at first, just letting the friction build as he clutches at your sides and breathes all choked and ragged. your lips trace the edge of his ear, and he shudders.
“s-sensitive,” he mumbles, voice cracking.
you let your fingers slip under the hem of his hoodie, dragging your freshly manicured nails lightly up his stomach. he twitches. bucks a little under you.
your mouth trails lower, tugging his sweats down with firm but patient hands. he lifts his hips clumsily to help you. the second you wrap your hand around him, he lets out a pitiful moan.
and when you finally pull his sweats down, his cock slaps up against his stomach and you blink because— holy shit, okay— he’s biiiiggg.
“you sure you’re a virgin?” you murmur, smirking.
he covers his face. “is…is that bad?”
“no, baby. it’s cute.”
you lean down and spit on your hand, watching his hips twitch. his eyes are wide, lips parted, panting like just this is enough stimulation to ruin him. you stroke him slow, firm, and he moans again— loud and unfiltered.
you ride him. not hard at first, just easing him in, letting him feel every inch. he’s loud. too damn loud. he can’t stop saying your name. moans like he wants the whole dorm complex to hear. says shit like, “oh my god, i-i didn’t know it felt this good,” and “you’re so warm, fuck,” and “am i doing okay?”
and you? you eat it up.
you talk him through it. tell him how good he feels. how big he is. how you’re gonna ruin him. it turns you on more than you expected. he sounds way too needy and overwhelmed. it makes you feel powerful.
you pick up the pace. start bouncing harder, letting his cock drag over every sweet spot inside you. his hands grip your thighs now, tighter than before. he’s trying to hold on but he’s clearly losing it—his head tips back, neck flushed red, chest heaving. everytime you clench around him, he cries out, louder than the last.
“you’re so deep, baby,” you coo, breathless. “feel that? right there?”
he nods vehemently, trying to form words but failing. instead, he lets out a desperate moan, hips twitching up to meet you.
he grips your hips as anchorage, buries his face in your neck. begs you to let him cum. you tell him to wait and ride him faster. and when he finally finishes, spilling deep inside you, he looks like he’s about to pass out.
you press a kiss to his cheek. “you did so good, baby.”
he smiles weakly. looking soft as ever in his flushed, breathless state.
you cuddle after. he wraps his arms around you like a teddy bear. mumbles something about “never forgetting this” and “you’re the nicest person i’ve ever met” and falls asleep with his face buried in your chest.
you fall asleep thinking maybe you did a good thing. maybe you gave the poor guy his first good memory. his first time. maybe it’s special.
you don’t see him again after that.
not until a week later.
you’re sitting outside the café near campus, half-reading an article and sipping your overpriced drink, when you hear it.
a loud, obnoxious voice.
“brooo, i’m telling you, that shit was crazy. had me moaning like a pornstar. she even said i was big, can you believe that?!”
you blink.
you know that voice.
you recognize that voice.
you turn.
and there he is.
gojo satoru. laughing with two other guys. standing with his hoodie off, hair styled, shirt fitted, a complete 180 from the twitchy, anxious wreck you thought you knew.
his phone buzzes. he glances down and smirks.
“yo, geto,” he says, showing his screen. “just got ‘devirginized’ again. god bless gullible pussy.”
the guy next to him cackles. “ain’t no way she bought that act.”
“they always buy it,” gojo says. cocky, amused, absolutely shameless. “she even kissed my forehead after. said i was her ‘sweet boy.’ i can’t keep getting away with this.”
you stare.
mouth dry. stomach sinking. rage bubbling like acid in your chest.
and as he turns his back, laughing, disappearing into the crowd with that same fake smile, you finally realize—
you weren’t his first.
just the next one who believed him.
wow a fic that isn’t ab toji ??? crazy. insane. absurd. but i wanted to hop on the nerdjo train so badly swfsfs hope y’all fw this one !
