sum. you seem to have a problem articulating your words, and he doesnāt have time for your bullshitting.
authors note: hi guys, i know- iām back. not permanently, but back nonetheless. life has been lifing, unfortunately. and if you canāt 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
āwhat was your game plan to score the win against montreal?ā the reporter asks with a voice full of faux sugar, microphone held up to her mouth before she tilts it towards the russian.
āi just went in and did it.ā 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.
āhow do you feel about montrealās newest player checking you on the ice? do you think heās imposing any competition to the league so far?ā
āhe is not great. montrealās fourteenth best, just above pike.ā he flashes a side grin before offering a wink to the camera.
āwhat the fuck? fourteenth best?ā 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-
ādonāt listen to him. heās a dick, dude.ā pike would comment as he stood in front of the mirror, buttoning up fresh, white linen. āhe only says that shit to agitate you. plus, youāre playing a good season. donāt let him get under your skin.ā damn right you are, but rozanov still manages to irritate the living hell out of you. pike was right- it was agitating. you donāt know how pike manages to keep his mouth shut or his head down. actually, he doesnāt do either- but you donāt hear him freaking out about rozanov everyday, unlike you.
āblow off some steam. get laid while im gone or something.ā he walks over to your bed before patting you on the shoulder. āhow do i look?ā 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, heās 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, youāre 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. itāll come back to get him one day, you think.
ME
iām playing a good season.
ILYA
no.
why do you text me at this hour?
actually, you donāt know why. do you just enjoy the thrill of texting a rival? i mean, youād chalk it up to that if haydenās words werenāt ringing through your ears.
āblow off some steam. get laid while iām gone or something.ā
ME
i need you.
okay, a bit forward. maybe too forward.
maybe i want something.
ILYA
do you want my cock? š
ME
yes.
who taught you how to use emojis?
ILYA
you didnāt answer question.
ME
1210. ā°
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. ānice hotel,ā he observes, giving a quick glance over of the room. āare you rooming with pike?ā
āyeah, but heās gone. out with his wife.ā you assure, backing up as rozanov steps towards you, your back hitting against a wall.
āwe have to be quick then, da? he is one pump chump.ā that gets a laugh out of you, and he falls down to his knees just as quickly.
āhow would you know?ā 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.
āwere you hard thinking about this? how long?ā he doesnāt make a move to do anything yet, just stare up at you with those eyes.
āshut up, asshole. do it already.ā
ādo what?ā okay, now heās being a dick.
āā¦you know what.ā your cheeks redden at being questioned like this. he knows what you want, but he refuses to give it to you. itās like he enjoys watching you suffer.
ātell me what you want me to do to you?ā
āsay it, say it, say itā¦ā
āwhat do you want? i need you to say.ā 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.
āokay! suck my dick, rozanov. are you happy?ā
āthatās not nice. what is magic word?ā
whatever dignity that you had left is completely lost as the words leave your lips. āplease?ā
āhmm. thatāll do.ā
a/n: this is so not proofread because it was made in a day iām sawry :( happy birthday connie baby
listen, iām 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 doesnāt make people respect you, it just gets you blocked.
if you donāt like a fic, just scroll past it. if something reads as āassā 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 arenāt even aiming to āimprove.ā theyāre just sharing their stuff for fun and thatās 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 donāt even write themselves, which just adds to the toxicity.
and itās actually insanity because youāve say in post you still have areas youāre working on, like everyone does. you wouldnāt like someone calling your fics āassā or nitpicking them in your inbox. even if your post isnāt doing that directly, letting people hate publicly opens the door for people to feel justified in sending anon hate to others privately. thatās how toxic fandom cycles start and keep going. ive seen so many writers deactivate bc of posts like yours.
weāve all read writing that wasnāt our thing, but thatās what group chats are for. talk your shit privately, not in public tags.
sorry for the rant, but youāre 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 itāll come up in the future-
number ONE, first and foremost. āassā 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 thatās what most people want when they look for a certain character- including me.)
corny moments that make you pause before continuing (this isnāt necessarily bad at all, itās 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 āi mentioned āshitā writing?ā now that you guys are aware of the context, thatās what i meant by āshitā or āassā writing. iām not one with words, so have grace š¢
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 didnāt 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 ākid-likeā which is disgustingā¦ so- (donāt 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 wonāt feel differently, just stating how i would feel) and multiple people have said my writing is bad multiple times, which i havenāt responded to, because i honestly could care less-
and on the topic of writers deactivating their accounts because of posts like mine, the posts arenāt directed at anyone. if they took it personally, thatās 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 arenāt a fan? yes. thatās just my content and options, and itās fine if itās not your prerogative.
so to summarize iām deeply sorry for any harm that i have caused to the writing community, just know that those werenāt my true intentions whatsoever. :))
did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i canāt find it š¢
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 isnāt 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 hasnāt been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesnāt have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. āthis is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-ā
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
āi was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-ā
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
ethanās 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. āeth, fuck..ā
āa-are you okay? youāre okay, right?- fuck!ā all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethanās toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. āwait, wait- holy shit-ā
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
āhey- ethan? do you know where chad is?ā mindyās voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesnāt 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 donāt make noise.
ādonāt- donāt fucking move.ā he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindyās question. he clears his throat as he speaks. āoh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..ā
āhe went out? are you serious? he told me that heād be here!ā she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that sheās most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because heās 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.
āy-yeah, must suck- aah-ā ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
āare you good?ā
āyeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shitā¦ā he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
ādo you want to help me look for him, orā¦?ā
āo-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uhā¦ā he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didnāt even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
āiāll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!ā
ār-rightā¦ā he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. āiāll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-ā he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
āwhoāre you talking to?ā what the- mindyās still here?!
ānobody!!ā
a/n: i know i donāt really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldnāt 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 (donāt know why thatās a warning, some people get triggered), not the usual ātextbook baddieā reader, sheās 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 aroundā¦ 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 heād hype him up, like they always do with girls.
wrong.
instead, ethan makes a bullshit excuse about you ātalking to other guysā and ānot being interested in him.ā which would be cool for chad if he wasnāt downright obsessed with you. he started to ask questions. what guys were talking to you? how long?
and when those couldnāt be answeredā¦
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 heāll 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 sportsā¦ 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 thatās 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 didnāt want to fuck around and find out.
sitting on a campus bench, youād 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 werenāt 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.
āhave we considered our friend group yet?ā sheād ask, hand on her chin. all of the sudden, her eyes light up with newfound discoveries and curiosity. āwell, it canāt be ethan or chadā¦ they both have too much going on for them to make time to kill anyone. they wouldnāt miss class or practice for anything.
chad chuckles, but thereās something behind it that nobody catches except you. ādamn right i wouldnāt.ā
āhey, me too.ā ethan pitched in, cheesing like he just got told he could have a cookie from the cookie jar.
āyeah, dumbass. thatās why she said ethan and chad.ā he retorted, rolling his eyes and facepalming at his sheer stupidness. āstraight aās and no fucking common sense. niggas really do just be dumb.ā he laughed at his own joke, and you seem to chuckle too, inflating his ego and making ethan shoot daggers at chad.
āwhat about you?ā mindy would point directly at you, and you look up from your sketchbook, pointing at yourself like you donāt believe it. āyou never talk, girl. and youāre always drawing, or- reading. itās always the closed off ones, you know. maybe it-ā
āsheās not ghostface.ā ethan says firmly in a defensive tone, and chad looks at him like heās crazy. ādude, are you trying to blow fucking cover?ā heād message with his eyes, ethan rolling his eyes at the look.
āand you can prove that how?ā
āiā¦ i cant. thereās just no way-ā ethan would stutter, trying to put together a semblance of an alibi for you. he wants to protect you, of course. but he hasnāt realized that he canāt protect you from everything.
āyou have to rule out connections, eth. i know you have a humongous crush on her, but that doesnāt mean-ā mindy gets cut off by chad, his eyebrow raising.
āwait wait- i beg your fucking pardon?ā chad looks at ethan, as do you, cheeks feeling hot.
āhe didnāt tell you?-"
āmindy, shut the hell up.ā ethan would hiss, scowling at her. āsheās obviously lying, okay?ā
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. thatās his girl. he repeats like a mantra in his head, the stoic expression he sports perfectly concealing the tornado brewing in his mind.
āi have to goā¦ i have ap-ā youād blabber off a random class that you didnāt 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.
āi know you have a humongous crush on her, butā¦ā
the words would repeatedly ring in your ears, finally catching your breath when you get to your dorm.
you didnāt 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 wantā¦ but you knew what you liked, and hot athletic men were definitely on that list. thereās no way they liked you, or so you thought. they had girls at their beck and call, thereās absolutely no way that youād 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.
āi aināt like them other niggasā¦ i aināt bout to play no games with you.ā
āyou know what your problem is? you donāt ever see the big picture.ā
LOG #3:COMPROMISE.
the next day, tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, between the three of you especially. it didnāt 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 didnāt 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. āso ethan, are we still studying at my dorm today?ā you ask, taking a sip of your drink. chadās brow quirks up, and he looks at the two of you confusingly.
āi wasnāt invited? so yall hate me, rightā¦ā he jokes, rolling his eyes. there was some truth behind his words, but nobody needed to know that.
āno, chad. i donāt hate you. and i think i speak for ethan too.ā youād fire back, looking straight into his eyes like you didnāt just technically say you cared about him. okay, you didnāt say all of that- but chad can dream, right? āhow about you tag along?ā
ethan immediately speaks up, even though he hasnāt even been apart of the conversation for the past couple of minutes. āhe doesnāt even take the class. why the hell would chad tag along? itās just unnecessary information that his already small brain doesnāt need more of.ā his last sentence was a joke, but it still had a little too much bite to it.
āiām very smart, mind you. and why not? it could be a little group hangout. we havenāt done that in a while, right?ā
āoh, yeah! chad- come to my dorm later, mkay?ā you smile, your speech sounding bubbly as ever. score, chad thought. he could get closer with you.
but then he saw ethanās 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 heās jealous, possessive, and furious, and heās 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
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You didnāt 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.
āWanna tell me what the fuck that was about?ā Billyās voice was low, deadly, dripping with jealousy.
You blinked innocently, lying back on the bed, āWhat was what?ā
His jaw ticked. Oh, he was fuming.
āThe flirting. The giggling. The fucking eye-fucking some loser while I stood right there?ā
You shrugged, pouting, āDidnāt know I needed permission to talk to peopleā
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.
āYou donātā he growled, voice right at your ear, āBut you sure as fuck donāt get to act like this cunt isnāt mineā
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.
āTake your clothes offā 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.
āFuck..ā 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.
āOne isnāt enoughā he muttered āYouāre gonna learn, sweetheartā
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.
āB-Billy!ā you sobbed, gripping the sheets, completely full.
āOh, now you remember my name?ā he chuckled darkly āYou werenāt saying it earlier. Bet you were thinking about him, huh?ā
You tried to shake your head but his hand twisted in your hair, yanking your head back.
āNuh uh. Say itā
āBilly!ā
āSay who owns this pussyā
āYou do!ā you cried out āYou do, fuck!ā
āThatās rightā He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his other hand gripping your throat again āMy. Fucking. Pussyā
You were crying now, from the pleasure, from the pace, from how fucking deep he was. And he loved it.
āYou crying?ā he panted against your ear āYou sorry now, baby? Gonna act like a good girl for me?ā
You nodded frantically, body trembling as your second orgasm built like a tidal wave.
āIām your good girl, I swear...Iām yours, please-ā
āThen cumā he snarled āLet him hear you scream for meā
And oh, you did.
Your whole body convulsed, and he didnāt stop. Fucked you through it, made you take every inch, whispering filth into your ear as you shattered again.
āGod, look at you. Fucked out. Dripping for me. You want more, donāt you?ā
You whimpered. Nodded.
āSay itā
āPleaseā¦ fuck me harder, daddyā¦ā
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 canāt find it š¢
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 isnāt 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 hasnāt been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesnāt have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. āthis is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-ā
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
āi was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-ā
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
ethanās 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. āeth, fuck..ā
āa-are you okay? youāre okay, right?- fuck!ā all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethanās toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. āwait, wait- holy shit-ā
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
āhey- ethan? do you know where chad is?ā mindyās voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesnāt 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 donāt make noise.
ādonāt- donāt fucking move.ā he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindyās question. he clears his throat as he speaks. āoh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..ā
āhe went out? are you serious? he told me that heād be here!ā she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that sheās most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because heās 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.
āy-yeah, must suck- aah-ā ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
āare you good?ā
āyeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shitā¦ā he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
ādo you want to help me look for him, orā¦?ā
āo-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uhā¦ā he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didnāt even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
āiāll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!ā
ār-rightā¦ā he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. āiāll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-ā he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
āwhoāre you talking to?ā what the- mindyās still here?!
ānobody!!ā
a/n: i know i donāt really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldnāt 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 isnāt 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 Ethanās 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 wasnāt you.
āheās a dick, y/n. donāt worry about him.ā 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.
āfucking asshole..ā youād sniffle, clinging onto his bicep like itās your lifeline.
āi wanna give you better.ā heād mumble, and you almost donāt catch it.
āexcuse me?ā
āsomebody gotta step up. your boyfriend was doing a shit job at taking care of you.ā heād shake his head, brows furrowing at the thought of him.
āhow would you like to get some revenge?ā
ālike how, chad?ā
āsex.ā
and thatās 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 youāve woken up his neighbors.
āand apparently, heās done a horrible job at making you feel good. so fuckin loud fāmeā¦ā heād chuckle darkly, curling his fingers inside of you and hitting that spongy spot that elicits an oh so sweet moan.
āchad, stop- i feel like iām about to pee-ā
all of the sudden, his fingers impossibly quicken inside of you, during everything thatās going on, he doesnāt even realize heās hopelessly rutting against the bed, searching for any form of friction.
āchad!ā 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.
āw-was that me?ā you say embarrassed as you point to his soaked shirt that heās now taking off, revealing his chiseled body.
āyeah. donāt worry, it was hot as fuck.ā he flashes his pearly whites, trying his best to hide that heās completely pussydrunk already. he wasnāt 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.
āhow is that gonna-ā
āfit? oh donāt worry, iāll make it.ā he responds, getting on top of you.
āchad itās notā¦ going in-ā you bite your lip nervously, looking up at him.
āi told you to relax..ā chad strokes your hair, trying once again.
āiāve been relaxing for the past couple of minutes.ā you pout, about to give up.
āiām sorry.ā he says randomly, giving you a peck on the cheek and you raise a brow.
āfor wha- holy fuck!ā he thrusts into you forcefully, burying himself inside of you.
āgod, this pussy feels so good.ā heā¦ whines? did you just hear him whine?
āchad did you just- whine?ā you ask, giggling a little. youāre shut up when he starts moving in you.
āf-fuck, pretty pussy just sucking me in, hmm? so f-fucking wet.ā he shuts his eyes tightly to try and stop the feeling of him wanting to bust already.
āchad- oh god. right there!ā you throw your head back, drool dribbling out of your lips as youāre fucked dumb.
chadās head finds purchase in your neck to muffle his whimpers and whines as he thrusts into you.
ācumming! cumming!ā you scream out, clenching on him like heās your lifeline.
chad sees a creamy white ring form at his base and busts on the spot. āfuck, y/nā¦ā 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.
donāt. (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)
iām 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 theā¦ 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. letās see how thisāll go!
warnings: fourth wall breaking, cursing, suggestive content but no smut (yet haha)
extras | texts from hockey player ethan
poppinā (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 didnāt know he was doing something a LOT worse- until you fucked him, that is.
warnings: established relationship, overstim, p in v, reader finds out heās ghostafce
i was at econ! (kinktober 25ā 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 25ā special) (fem reader)
: perv stu and billy x reader
summary: the perfect night turned bad freaky by a killer- wait, thereās 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
TBDā¦
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 25ā 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
nobodyās 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 25ā special) (male reader)
: jealous geto x obsessed male reader
summary: just friends, right? until you arenāt.
warnings: hatefucking, situationship, geto in an established relationship
šš you invited over the soft-spoken, nerdy guy from your comp sci class. you didnāt expect him to be so into you. or so good in bed . . .
heās weird.
you donāt mean it in a cruel wayā at least not at first. itās more like an observation, one youāve 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.
heās always alone. not because heās invisible or anything, heās just somehow always on the outside looking in. heās 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. canāt make eye contact for longer than three seconds. and god, the way he walks, itās like heās trying not to take up space.
you should feel nothing for him. heās just another quiet dude in a sea full of college weirdos.
and yet.
you do feel something. not attraction, per se. itās more so out of pure curiosity. maybe pity. heās 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.
āhey,ā you say casually, claiming your spot in the empty seat. āyou always sit alone?ā
he flinches like youāve slapped him.
āoh. uh. um. y-yeah. kinda. i mean. itās not like- i donāt mind! i just, uh, donāt talk a lot. i mean, i can talk- if you want- iām not like- fuck, sorry..ā
you blink. āi just asked a question.ā
he physically shrinks. āā¦right. sorry.ā
god, heās kind of cute..
+
you talk to him again. and again. and again.
heās always so nervous. so twitchy. he blushes when you compliment his shirt. nearly dies when you ask if heās dating anyone. says something about ānot really being good with girlsā and immediately changes the subject from embarrassment. even drops his pencil once when you casually lean forward and your chest brushes his arm.
itās honestly kind ofā¦ 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 āum.ā
heās impossible. endearing, though.
and when you invite him over under the guise of āstudying,ā he genuinely looks like heās about to faint, thatās 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.
āyou good?ā you ask, smirking.
ān-no. i mean- yeah. i just. um. iāve never really.. yāknowā¦ā
you tilt your head, feigning innocence. ānever really what?ā
he turns bright red. like full-blown, skin-on-fire, tomato-face red. then whispers, barely audibleā
āiāve never doneā¦anything like this before.ā
your eyebrows lift. āanything?ā
he nods once. stiffly. āiām, uh, a virgin.ā
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 heās the one sitting on your bed.
huh.
you donāt know what compels you, but you lean in and whisper, āwant me to help with that?ā
he stares at you. wide-eyed. mouth parted. so stunned he doesnāt even respond for a full ten seconds. and then he finally nods. slowly. like he canāt believe this is actually happening.
+
you start off gentle. kind of sweet, honestly. heās 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, āyou can touch me, yāknow.ā
he nods again. shaky hands brushing your waist as if heās afraid to break you.
itās cute. heās cute.
so you take the lead.
your lips drag over the rim of his jaw, teeth grazing his throat until heās 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. thereās 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.
ās-sensitive,ā 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 becauseā holy shit, okayā heās biiiiggg.
āyou sure youāre a virgin?ā you murmur, smirking.
he covers his face. āisā¦is that bad?ā
āno, baby. itās cute.ā
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 againā loud and unfiltered.
you ride him. not hard at first, just easing him in, letting him feel every inch. heās loud. too damn loud. he canāt stop saying your name. moans like he wants the whole dorm complex to hear. says shit like, āoh my god, i-i didnāt know it felt this good,ā and āyouāre so warm, fuck,ā and āam i doing okay?ā
and you? you eat it up.
you talk him through it. tell him how good he feels. how big he is. how youāre 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. heās trying to hold on but heās clearly losing itāhis head tips back, neck flushed red, chest heaving. everytime you clench around him, he cries out, louder than the last.
āyouāre so deep, baby,ā you coo, breathless. āfeel that? right there?ā
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 heās about to pass out.
you press a kiss to his cheek. āyou did so good, baby.ā
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 ānever forgetting thisā and āyouāre the nicest person iāve ever metā 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 itās special.
ābrooo, iām telling you, that shit was crazy. had me moaning like a pornstar. she even said i was big, can you believe that?!ā
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.
āyo, geto,ā he says, showing his screen. ājust got ādevirginizedā again. god bless gullible pussy.ā
the guy next to him cackles. āaināt no way she bought that act.ā
āthey always buy it,ā gojo says. cocky, amused, absolutely shameless. āshe even kissed my forehead after. said i was her āsweet boy.ā i canāt keep getting away with this.ā
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 realizeā
you werenāt his first.
just the next one who believed him.
wow a fic that isnāt ab toji ??? crazy. insane. absurd. but i wanted to hop on the nerdjo train so badly swfsfs hope yāall fw this one !
