Summary : After Ethan loses the biggest game of the year, he knows exactly how to take his anger out.
Warnings : p in v, use of whore, cunnilingus, general nastiness tbh
a/n: this is the first time i’ve ever written smut, so i apologise if it’s buns 💔
wc : 889
Y/N’s breath hitched as she watched the time left on the clock run down. Every second was simultaneously too long and too short. “37-36… us in the lead,” she mumbled, biting her lip. The rival game was undoubtedly the biggest football game every year, and Ethan just so happened to be the star player of the team. Which meant Y/N spent every second of every game breaking out in a nervous sweat. Ethan’s entire mood for the week depends on whether or not they won or lost the most recent game.
“Chill out! He’ll make sure they don’t score, he always does.” Tara tried to reassure Y/N, but there was truly no hope.
“Sometimes…” Her eyes flickered between the game and the clock. 4th quarter and 1 minute left. The score? Stagnant. For every yard they pushed forward, it felt like the opposing team pushed back another 5. “Oh god, c’mon Eth…” She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, his jacket engulfing her.
30 seconds left, about enough time for one more play. Just as things were looking hopeful, the opposing team got the ball and ran. An eruption of “Get him!” and “Take him down!” flooded the stands. Before anyone could realise, the rival team had just gotten a touchdown.
37-42. Final score.
“Shit.”
Y/N patiently waited for Ethan by his car, her heart pounding more and more with every second he took. She was certain the coach was going to scream at them for a while, but it was starting to take too long. Eventually, his familiar tall figure emerged from the locker room and made its way out to Y/N.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry I-“
“Get in the back.” Ethan snapped, opening the door for her. Y/N’s expression went from soft to confused. She could barely make it into the car before Ethan climbed in behind her and shut the door.
Ethan’s hands started to make quick work of her clothes, basically ripping them off her. He started trailing kisses across Y/N's neck, eventually sucking a deep purple mark into her collarbone. “Ethan! People will see it!” She protested as her fingers enveloped themselves in his brown curls.
“Let them see.” He hissed, letting up from the spot and placing a soft kiss on top of it, “They can win, but they can’t have you.” He mumbled, making his way further down her body
His calloused fingers made their way to Y/N’s painted. “Look at how cute. It’s like you knew I’d treat you like a whore after the game, hm?” His hot breath only made her ache more. He trailed his fingers up and down, feeling her get wetter by the second. “Well, did you?”
Y/N bit her lip, her hips bucking almost involuntarily.
“M-maybe,” she managed to get out. “Please…” she eventually whispered.
It only took a second before Ethan started eating her out like it was his last meal. His hands were digging into her thighs so much, she’d have bruises tomorrow. His tongue kept lapping at her. “Fuck, Ethan, please!” Y/N yelped, but he didn’t let up. Ethan only went harder.
He gave one long lick up her pussy before his hands moved to his belt. They almost couldn’t move fast enough. Y/N sat trying to catch her breath for a second. “Oh, don’t catch your breath yet, baby. I’m not even done.” Ethan cooed before pushing himself inside.
Y/N let out a long moan. She barely had enough time to adjust before Ethan started pounding her. His car was shaking. It was painfully obvious to anyone on the outside what was happening in there.
“I bet you wanted me to lose, huh? So I would fuck you like this.” Ethan threw one of Y/N’s legs over his shoulder. Her moans continued to grow louder and more frequent. “You just love letting me use you to take my anger out, don’t you?” He grumbled, smacking Y/N on the ass.
Y/N flinched, her hands exploring his body and leaving scratch marks all over his back. “Fuck, Ethan,” was all she managed to get out in between moans and whines.
Ethan kept mumbling under his breath about losing, clearly focused on getting his anger out as quickly as possible. His lips soon smashed into Y/N’s. Their kiss was sloppy and desperate. He kissed her like it was the last time he’d ever get to.
Ethan’s relentless pace started to soften and stutter. “I’m about to cum,” he groaned, stuffing his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck, where he started placing small kisses.
“Me too.” Y/N managed to get out. Her legs started to ache as Ethan kept going relentlessly. Her nails dug into his back, and they both reached their climax.
Ethan buried himself into Y/N, his degrading persona now soft and sweet. “I love you.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “We fogged up the windows!” He laughed.
Y/N smiled and drew a heart on the window. “At least everyone will know I’m yours. Just like you said.” She teased, running her hands through his curls.
Ethan brushed some of Y/N’s hair out of her face, “Oh yeah… I’m not hearing the end of this at practice.”
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baby’s first time writing smut. i hope yall like it!
Dreamweaver's Note: This is a Cosmic post, which means it has already been published once but due to being hacked I had to start over since I lost everything. -Ultralight
⚠️Fae-Bound Triggers: Bad writing. Use of Y/N
⏳Length of the Spell: 5.7k+ words
✨What the Stars Foretell: Written during a song challenge. This request was for Karma by Taylor Swift
All you can do is roll your eyes as you see the newest post by your ex boyfriend Chris, ignoring the embarrassed flush your body naturally has as you clear your throat to relax. This was just a string of slut shaming posts that would mean nothing in three weeks when he would dump the newest fling and she would take the stage of scorned slut.
All you had to do was wait.
But as you read the comments left under the childish instagram post calling you prudish your stomach was twisted and you felt like you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock and starve to death. Rape threats and insults from his teenage boy fanclub? Handle that easily. Multilevel insults from gorgeous females that should have been on your side? They hurt like hell.
Your eyes well with tears at the ‘No one wants her anyways’ comment left by bailytaily before you shut your phone off and slammed it onto the table in front of you. You didn’t come to the library to read comments and cry, you came to study for an exam so that’s what you would do.
But when you threw your phone on the table you had caught the attention of none other than Chad Meeks, who had been hiding in the library to avoid the likes of social media and their obsession with the two time ghostface survivor.
He really didn’t want more pity about the Ethan situation.
He had planned to keep his hood up, study and stay away from everyone but when a loud slam draws his attention from the essay he was writing his eyes drag up to you and for a second he forgets the rest of the world exists. You don’t bother to look at anyone else, instead you go straight to the books, wiping your eyes as casually as you can and Chad has to talk himself out of going to your table.
You wanted time to yourself, she obviously wants time to herself, don’t push it….. Besides she’s not Gale Weathers approved and you don’t need another ghostface roommate.
But he can’t take his eyes off you, and before he knows it he is gathering his things, shouldering his bag and walking over to your table. He sets it all down in a smooth motion, plopping into the seat across from yours and smiling at you when you glare.
“So who is the dick?”
“Oh I’m sorry…. I….” You look around for a moment before looking back to him and smiling at his patient expression. “Do I need to sign an NDA before or after a white dude in a white mask jumps out to stab me?”
“Ouch. That was brutal.” He gasps, and any other moment he would be defensive. But when you say it he has to fight back a laugh. “Well I haven’t gotten any cocky phone calls so I think we’re good. You wanna tell me about the dick now?”
“Ex.”
“What’d he do?”
You hesitate a moment, eyes glancing around the library to see everyone already staring at the two of you. Of course they would, you had just been publicly humiliated and Chad Meeks had been….. well .
But then you see his eyebrows raise, and a nervous gleam in his eye and you give in.
You explain that you had been dating the deans son, a very popular kid that came from a very rich family. And things had been going great until you found out he was sleeping with other girls, and when you confronted him about it he had released some…..explicit photos of you.
“So you’re the enemy right now?”
“Someone has to be.” You shrug, and turn back to your work. But Chad keeps his eyes on you as he comes up with a plan, nodding his head and smiling when he figures out what to do.
“Let’s take him down then.”
“Oh yeah?” You laugh, watching his smile widen even more. “How do you want to take down the prince of this school? Word of the wise? He’s an untouchable white boy.”
“Yeah?” He asks, leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers along as you lean forward to match him.
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”
“So?”
“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
You had planned to make your first appearance with him at a frat party, his choosing, and he had insisted he come over to help you get ready.
So there he sat on your dorm bed in a loose short sleeve button down with jeans and a simple gold bracelet, oozing confidence. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he covered his stomach whenever someone talked to him, like he was hiding it even though the shirt already did.
But it wasn’t your business.
“Okay let’s go over the rules again.” You sigh, showing him a dress which he immediately shakes his head no to.
“We’ve gone over the rules dozens of times.” He groans, falling back into your mattress. “No bad mouthing, no fighting, no sex talk. Your image is important, we are just cleaning it up. We will attend this party together, get pictures and I will be good to go and you will no longer be the ‘scorned slut’.”
“I do not sound that robotic.”
“Yeah, you actually do.” He sasses, lifting his head to watch you for a moment. You walk into the bathroom and come out in a dress that has his eyebrows lifting. “I thought you said no fighting?”
You stand there confused, face heating at his attention before he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “You plus that dress plus frat party, tell me math nerd……what does that equal?”
“Aaaaa……..bunch of fun?” You start skeptically, laughing when he claps his hands with a ‘WHOOP’ and dives off the bed to reach you.
“Let’s take this fool down!”
So you both showed up the the party and Chad kept his hand on the small of your back as people snapped photos of you both with the flash. After a moment he grabs you both drinks and drags you to the dance floor.
When you wake up the next morning your feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, the ones at the door where you had obviously posed but then they descend into real pictures of the two of you on the dance floor having a blast.
Without really thinking about it you saved that photo to your phone.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you it's not?
The party had been fun, Chris’ attack had not been. Honestly the joke was on you for even trying, you should have known to just leave it alone.
Because three days after that party Chris uploads a picture of him posing in a ghostface mask with the caption ‘Screwing the survivor and she still won’t get a role’. Wow. Just wow. You were just about to scroll through the comments when there was a heavy knock on the door and your roommate was grunting out in anger.
Tip toeing to the door and sneaking a look to find Chad in the hallway, looking tired as ever as he fixes his hoodie with one hand and holds two coffee cups with ease in his right hand. You open the door slowly, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry….”
His eyebrows pinch together in confusion at your whisper before he casts a quick look over your shoulder to see your roommate and then without a word nods his head for you to come into the hall. He watches you move to grab your own hoodie and waits to lead you to the common room, handing you the coffee he got for you before shrugging.
“That was bullshit.”
“I know and I am so sorry, honestly I can’t even imagine-”
“No. I mean a bullshit response. I’ve been stabbed nearly 20 times and that’s all he’s got? I’m not standing for half assed slander here, we are upping our game.” Chad smiles and when your eyes widen at his own expression he finds himself feeling absolutely giddy. “How do you feel about football?”
“Never seen a single game.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Cause my ‘girlfriend’ needs to be at my game, wearing my jersey of course.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because the dean attends all my games, don’t you know? He takes our groups publicity very seriously.”
You smile and hug him before he can react, breathing in the soft cologne scent before wrapping his left arm around you very slowly.
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
So there you sat on a friday night, hair and makeup done up as you huddled close to your roommate for warmth, laughing as she tried to fix her leather skirt.
The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering for most of the game and as hard as you tried you really could not figure out what was going on. The team was winning, that much you knew by the amount of yelling and dancing happening behind you. Chad had seated you in the front section of the bleachers, right next to Tara Carpenter and his sister Mindy who was still walking with a crutch.
You had said hi to them and both had given you a skeptical look before you moved to your friend and you had no clue why that stung so much. You and Chad were just trying to take down your ex boyfriend for shits and giggles, it’s not like you had to get along with his group.
But then the game was over and the crowd went wild, everyone was standing and cheering including the dean and within moments it had been decided they would all run to the field to congratulate, so you let people run past you and held out a hand for Mindy to help her on the bleachers before keeping a firm hold so she didn’t slip on the wet grass.
Chad meets you both halfway, smiling from ear to ear when he hugs his sister before turning to you and pulling you into a passionate kiss. It shocks you for a moment, before you are lifted up by your waist and then the next thing you do is kiss back, because dammit Chad Meeks is one hell of a kisser.
For a second all you could taste was vanilla and coffee, his lips warm against yours as his hands squeeze your hips. But then the warmth is gone and the cold friday air is left. When you manage to open your eyes you see him smiling from ear to ear at the dean and his son, your ex, who was glaring back.
Oh…right. The Karma Game.
Embarrassment claws at you before you smile it off, patting his arm when you notice the way he carries his left arm a little closer to himself. ….had you ever seen him hold anything in his left hand? Ever?
“Hey, Chad?” You start, eyes tracing his arm before he smiles at you.
“I have to go get changed, there is going to be a party. We going?”
“I’ll wait here.” You nod and he rushes off before you can say anything else.
Spider-boy, king of thieves
Weave your little webs of opacity
My pennies made your crown
Trick me once, trick me twice
Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?
It's coming back around
The game only amplified from there.
Chris posts a throwback photo that he crops you out of with the caption ‘took out the trash’? Chad posts a fun little video of him teaching you to skate. Chris posts a photo of an old photo of himself wearing your panties on his head like a crown, the very same panties that you had worn in the explicit photos? Well Chad imitates the picture with a new pair of panties and you on his shoulders laughing your ass off.
Chris heads to a party? Chad is twirling you around the dance floor with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
Back and forth and back and forth, slowly the mean comments began to fade out and all your free time was spent with Chad. You studied together, and went for coffee and played video games.
And your crush on him had been rapidly growing.
Honestly you wouldn’t have been able to fight it if you tried, because who didn’t fall for him once they got to know him?
You just had to keep reminding yourself that he was helping you get revenge, that was all.
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
“Oh come on!” He whines, allowing you to hear his heartbeat through his chest. He was laid out on your bed, leaning on your pillows with you laying in between his legs allowing you to push your ear to his ribs and listen. He liked the warmth and you liked the sound of his heart. Win win. “When they go low, we go lower.”
“I just don’t think it’s worth it, you know?” You sigh, tracing shapes into his side with the pad of your finger. “We’ve already destroyed all the scorned slut rumors and all the jealous rumors. I’m no longer getting hate, why keep going?”
“Because he posted those photos of you!”
“They are just photos.”
“Photos that you get defensive about whenever I bring them up, look at your little scrunched up face right now.” He laughs. You had asked him towards the beginning if he had ever seen the photos, and he had told you no which had made you feel so much better in general.
“He’s not worth it anymore.” You admit, turning your head so your chin was laid on his chest and you can stare up at him. “We’ll still hang out though, right?”
“Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”
“Hey, Chad?” You whisper, the pad of your finger running over a bump on his chest that you knew to be a stab wound poorly healed.
“Yeah?”
“Can I see them?” His eyebrows scrunch up when you ask, confusion written on his face before you explain further. “The scars. I just feel like you are nervous about them and you don’t have to show me or anyone else because it’s not our business but I want you to know that I think you’re perfect and when you are ready….”
His hand slides up to find the one on his chest and he keeps it to him for a bit before leaning down to kiss it, the breath leaves your lungs and you can’t do much but watch as his lips meet the palm of your hand softly.
“How about another time?” He whispers.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Turns out that was a big lie.
Now that he wasn’t trying to piss off your ex, Chad barely texted you to hang out, and whenever you texted him you always got some half assed response on how he was busy.
You tried not to let it bother you, hanging with your friends for a couple days before trying to text him again.
Mathnerd: Movie night in my dorm? U can pic the movie……:)
He doesn’t respond for another hour, and when you hear your phone ping you desperately lunge for it.
Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff.
Ah yes. The Core4, also known as the ghostface survivor squad that hated your guts. Well they didn’t really hate your guts but they didn’t like you whatsoever, and somewhere along the way it had really started getting to you, to the point that you had asked Chad if there was something you could do to help it.
He had only shrugged and said not to worry about it and that had been that.
Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free.
Read.
How wonderful…….
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
“Is that her, again?” Mindy scoffs when Chad’s phone beeps.
“Yup.” He sighs, not bothering to look at it. He already knew it was you inviting him to hang out and he had already used the core4 excuse last week. He was running out of excuses and honestly there was nothing more he could say.
“Tell that little ghostface freak to fuck off.” Tara snaps, throwing one of Mindy’s pillows at where he laid on the dorm floor.
“Well hello there.” Chris laughs, clearly drunk off his ass way too early in the morning.
“Fuck off.” Chad snaps, turning back to the line ahead of him and trying to decide what coffee he wanted this morning, but it seemed your ex was not ready to leave him alone.
“So she is happy now that she’s living her dream?”
“She is, yeah.” Chad grunts, jaw clenching as the hot breath of the fool hits his cheek.
“OH so she finally told you then?” This caught Chad's attention, and his gut twisted as he slowly turned to the boy behind him.
“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”
“Oh it’s no biggie, just that your girl was a part of a huge bet to see who could fuck one of you guys after that Landry kid fucked you all up-” As he talks he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his camera roll to pull up a photo of some roster. ‘THE GHOSTFACE RACE’ and four names down your name had been filled in.
At first Chad wants to laugh because it didn’t look like your handwriting and he didn’t believe it, but then he thinks back on you asking why the Core4 didn’t like you, and you asking about his stab wounds.
He had run straight to Mindy's room that day, explaining everything.
“Who would have thought she was a ghostface fan.” Mindy laughs, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth when he flips her off.
“Honestly the whole plan was laid out perfectly. She targeted the most trusting one-” Tara joins in and that pained feeling in Chad’s chest tightened in.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He was 2 for 2 right now, and after Ethan he really could not handle another. Out of all people, why did it have to be you? And why did he fall for it so easily?
Behind your sweet adorable smile was a conniving plan to join the core4, 15 minutes of fame and all you had to do was twirl your hair and giggle.
Ask me what I learned from all those years
Ask me what I earned from all those tears
Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here
(I'm still, I'm still here)
“Is there a reason you are ignoring me right now?” You snap, taking the seat across from Chad in the library, doing your best to remain calm. But that was hard when it had been 2 weeks of nothing from Chad. “Because I-”
“Just save it, yeah?” He sticks his hand in the air as a sign to stop moving to pick up his headphones.
“Save WHAT?”
“This whole speech you probably have planned. I really don’t need you giving me excuses. We both know you were just using me for the fucking fame-”
“Excuse me?”
“Chris told me everything! About your sneaky little plan to be a part of our survivor group? You know who else did that? Ethan.”
“Oh so you’re buddies with Chris now?” You didn’t know what hurt worse, the way Chad had been ignoring you or the way he just name dropped the man that ruined your life for months. “You hang out with him and laugh at me in between blow jobs from groupies, huh? Talk about what a slut I am together?”
A bitter laugh escapes him as he leans back and the two of you have gathered the attention of the other students and the librarian. “Funny enough we really don’t concern ourselves with the fangirls.”
“FUCK YOU!” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes. “You are just as big of a pig as him-”
Your chair screeches across the ground and you snatch your bag up, whirling as the librarian rushes to yell at you both. Chad's chair screeches behind you and you hear him shout your name before the librarian snaps her fingers and mutters a “young man!”
But he is already reaching for you and yanking your elbow to turn you around. “If I’m the pig then you are a slut!”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”
“Oh you don’t agree? No? Should I pull up the photos of you online? The ones you willingly sent to-”
“How about I pull up the photos of your stab wounds that you like to pretend aren’t there. Or how about I just-” You swing your bag and hit his left arm harshly which makes him flinch and groan in pain.
“Fuck…..” He hisses, holding his arm tightly before looking back at you and seeing the tears streaming down your face. The truth seems to shatter in front of him in an instant, his heart beating so fast he feels like it’s jumping out his chest and he can’t breathe. “He lied…..didn’t he?”
He didn’t need you to answer, because he had already known. Of course your ex lied, and he used the one thing that Chad was deeply insecure about. The gaping hole he had in his trust that Ethan tore had left a permanent mark, and this is just the first time he’s realized it.
“Go fuck yourself.” You sob out, mascara running down your cheeks as you furiously wipe the tears away. “
'Cause karma is the thunder
Rattling your ground
Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter
Karma's gonna track you down
You had blocked him after that, on everything. Chad Meeks did not exist to you and you refused to check any social media to see how the world now perceived you. So you pretended that you didn’t exist either. You were not a living breathing creature in the eyes of the internet.
Your roommate had been confused when you told her to never answer the door to him, and she had texted you each time he came over. Not that it mattered considering you hadn’t been back to your own room in weeks.
You had friends and boys to hang out with, fuck Chad Meeks.
And soon enough Halloween came rolling around and you decided that you had to go out and look your absolute best, because there was no other way to celebrate being a slut than to dress like a slut at halloween.
This was your time to shine. Why not since everyone else seemed to think this is what you were?
So you found yourself the skimpiest dress and a lace set of cat ears, your makeup had been sultry and your heels high. Tonight would be the best night ever.
Chad on the other hand had spent the last few weeks obsessing, it had taken all but five minutes to figure out you had blocked him so he had begged Mindy to make a fake account to stalk you……only none of your accounts existed.
And anytime he showed up to apologize at your dorm you were never there.
So he took to hiding in his own single dorm, staring at the empty side across the way where a roommate should be. After highschool he had prided himself on not losing that open trust with people, but then Ethan destroyed that.
He couldn’t trust anyone, and he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror anymore. You had been right that day when you called him on his stab wounds and arm….after he had slut shamed you.
“Okay, enough of this.” Tara snaps, barging into the room in a cheesy star wars costume. “It’s halloween, we always go out for halloween.”
“I think I’m sick of the masks.”
“No. No you are not. Remember? We had a deal. After everything we went through none of us gave up halloween.” She growls, hitting him with a pillow. “Get up.”
“I don’t even have a costume.”
“Yes you do.”
And that was how he ended up at the frat party wearing the costume from last year, stab wounds and all as Tara flirted with some girl in a werewolf costume. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave the corner of the room, but Mindy was keeping him company so it hadn’t been that bad.
Until you waltzed in.
Seeing you for that first time in the library had stunned him, but seeing you now after knowing you had done more than stun him.
“Y/n, hey!” He called, jumping from his seat before you disappeared from sight down the hall and your roommate cast him an odd look.
“Sorry Chad.” She mumbles when he walks up, staring at his stomach for a second before snapping her eyes up to his with a pity glance. “She’s way too deep already, this is our third party.”
“Third party?”
“The other two ran out of liquor.” She sighs and his gut twists in worry as he looks around for you.
“Oh my god.” Your roommate gasps, drawing Chad's eyes back to her only to find her staring at the door, where dozens of people in Ghostface costumes were coming through the door. “I have to go find Y/n-”
“No.” He stops her. “My twin is in the corner, the one with the crutch. Go get her out and I’ll go find Y/n.”
Step by step from town to town
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
Karma takes all my friends to the summit
Karma is the guy on the screen
Coming straight home to me
The music was blasting through his ears, so loud he could feel the drums beating through his chest, most of the lights in the house were off and replaced with party lights which meant he was finding you amongst a crowd with no actual sight.
He pushed multiple people and his left arm was aching by the time he reached the second level of the house, pushing his way through bedroom after bedroom until he got to the master bedroom. The second his hand touches the doorknob to find it locked he prays that he just missed you somewhere in the house and you were not in there, then he prays for whoever he finds you with. Knocking loudly with his fist and pressing his ear to the door.
He hears a whine from you and then a shout from some guy “Busy bro!” and Chad was seeing red. He slams his body into the door twice and on the third time it busts open and the guy dressed up in a batman costume curses lowly. “The fuck man?”
“Yeah, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Chad shouts, rushing to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall as you scream out. “SHE LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO SOBER TO YOU?!”
The lamp on the side table falls and Chad risks a look back to where you are trying to crawl off the bed, reaching to grab your heels. “Y/n? You okay?”
You don’t answer, and for a moment Chad thinks you are angry but then he realizes you don’t hear him. Too drunk to focus on your shoe.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”
“IT WAS JUST GONNA BE A JOKE! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO ANYTHING! IMGAY!” Batman rushes out, trying to get Chad to let go. “IWASTOLD TO GET HER INTO AROOMAND MAKEOUT UNTIL A GHOSTFACECAMEIN AND DUDE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!”
Right. The reason he came to look for you in the first place, the army of masked kids. He slowly lets go of the batman costume and turns to you. “Y/n, come on we gotta-”
You scream before he can get to you and then the world tilts as a masked figure tackles him. All he can see it black for a moment then the mask glints in the light as someone laughs behind it.
“Look how scared he is!” Chris’ voice rings out as he cracks up, the ghostface mask tilting. “Aw don’t be so upset-”
You drunkenly swing the lamp that had fallen at his head, hitting hard enough for it to shatter before dropping the rest. Chris, now holding his head swings to turn at you, launching up to attack you as you make a break for the connected bathroom.
Only you weren’t really fast enough in your state and just as Chris grabs your hair Chad is right there pulling him back to punch him. They fight for a moment, Chads arm hurting like hell, and you take the chance to kick Chris straight in the nuts when his back is turned.
He lands on the floor with a groan and you had planned to spit on him but Chad is there in an instant, pulling you out of the room with rough hands as you whine out. “My heels…..”
But he doesn’t stop, and when you get to the stairs he picks you up to move faster. You whine for a moment as he walks with you in the air before you close your eyes.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)
Karma's a relaxing thought
The sun is already blasting in your face when you wake up the next day, groaning as you try to cover your eyes from it, your brain beating against your skull. When you try to move you find that you are trapped by a heavy blanket, only it felt like flesh and was breathing deeply.
And there he was, Chad Meeks, sprawled out on top of you whilst snoring into your pillow. Turning you see Mindy on your roommates bed with your roommate on the floor, accompanied by a pillow and a small throw blanket and in the corner of the room where your tiny sofa (more of a chair) sat you saw Tara curled up into a tiny ball.
“Hello?” You call, voice cracky from sleep and your head still pounding, but they still seem to hear it. It was like even a small whisper had been an alarm in their mind because all three of them launch up and end up waking your roomie in the hassle.
“Everyone good?” Tara groans, moving to cover the blinds to block the sun.
“Y/n, you killed me with that tequila.” Y/R/M whines, shoving her face back into the pillow.
“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And why is Meeks in my bed right now?” You snap out, turning to glare at him where he is now leaning against the brick wall with puppy dog eyes.
“Long story short-” Tara starts only to be interrupted by Mindy. “No, long stories short with you will have us here by noon. I’ll explain.”
So she did, ending up summing up the entire night within 30 seconds while you just blinked at her, hungover brain trying to catch up.
“So was there a ghostface? Did anyone get hurt?”
“No, just a really bad prank-”
“Well actually one of them took it too far and stabbed someone so now they are arresting anyone that wore one as a public threat.”
“And who was batman?”
“No clue…… I think he looked like Mikey from my science class.” Chad grunts.
“You’re taking science?” Mindy gasps and he flips her off.
“So why are you in my bed?”
“Because you said he was and I quote ‘my little teddy bear’ and refused to let go” Tara giggles and it was your turn to flip her off.
“I would never say that.”
“You did.” Your roommate laughs and you take a chance to throw a pillow at her. She laughs before a moment of silence fills the room only for it to be broken by Chad who whispers under his breath. “Chaddy is my teddy beary…”
“SHUT UP!”
Karma's a relaxing thought
“No no, you need to get more pumped! Let’s go!” Chad yells from his spot in the center of his room, holding your hands tightly as you both bounce back and forth to the music. You had been a giggling mess and the boa you were wearing was tickling your cheeks.
“We’re gonna be late-” You laugh until he rushes to pick you up from the ground and twirl around. You were decked out in your best Taylor Swift outfit, hair and makeup on point while he was shirtless with his entire back covered in purple hearts for the concert. Then you went as far as to cover all his scars in purple glitter, saying that he had to own it all for the concert.
“And to think, a couple weeks ago I was whining about how I missed the way my brother was.” Mindy snarks from the door, arm wrapped around your roommates shoulders as they giggled.
“CAUSE KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Chad sings, hauling you out of the room for a night of fun.
Karma was indeed your boyfriend, and you would love to bestow it on any ghostface that came near him just as he will destroy anyone that hurts you .
Ethan is a wolf in sheep's clothing. A shy, dorky guy who no one would ever suspect of harming a fly. Chad introduced you two for the first time. Remembering his flushed face, wide eyes, and slight jolt when you shook hands.
For Ethan, it was love at first sight. Many times you crossed his mind, a fleeting thought he can never shake. He did all he could to catch a glimpse of you again. Feeling his breath shorten when you walked into a room, eyes fixated solely on you, forgetting whatever it was he was doing.
Ethan was eager to learn everything there was to know about you. Hours are spent scrolling through your social media. Him trying to figure out your schedule and which buses/trains you take so he can coincidently be there as well. Not to mention pestering Chad and his friends with endless questions until they push him to befriend you.
And on their advice, Ethan befriends you. As you are to him, he desires to be your closest friend, your soulmate, your everything. Safe to say Ethan attaches himself to your hip-whenever you are, Ethan is near. You don't give it much thought at first, after all this is Ethan you're talking about-the sweet, gullible Ethan.
Ethan goes above and beyond to please you. Offering his jacket because you seemed cold or buying your favorite snacks to cheer you up. And he's always there to console you; the sight of you in tears is enough reason for Ethan to rush to your side and cradle you against him.
But in all his sweetness, you fail to notice the dark look in his eye. You don't see how his grip tightens when you enjoy the company of another. How his jaw clenches when you dismiss your time together in favor of some of your stupid friends. If you were to ask, Ethan would drop everything; why not do the same for him.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise when one of your ‘friends’ ends up dead. Their body discovered with numerous stab wounds, almost as if they had been repeatedly stabbed in rage. And as you shed tears in sorrow over your friend, Ethan is there to comfort you, holding you close to him.
Over time, you also begin to notice how many of your things go missing. Unaware of how Ethan jerks off with your panties, imagining him fucking you-stuffing you with his cum. Unaware, he mists his room with your perfume, paying special attention to his pillows, inhaling the scent as he imagines holding you. How much he would give anything to wake up with you by his side.
It was as if the universe was on his side. When Ethan asked you out, he was afraid of your rejection, of hearing "Sorry, I only see you as a friend." But to his complete surprise, the word "yes" was uttered with your lips, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss you.
He got his wish when he asked for a kiss; you eagerly agreed, moved by his sweetness. The kiss started slow and gentle and for a brief moment, Ethan believed he was dreaming. It was everything he hoped for and more. And before you knew it, he deepened the kiss, stealing your breath away as he did so.
Ethan became addicted to the feeling of your lips touching his. It didn't matter where you were or what you were doing, your boyfriend will still steal a kiss from you. That or smothering your face with kisses, savoring the sound of your laughter as his arms wrap themselves around your waist.
Even one day apart from you is like asking Ethan to stop breathing. He has lived his entire life without you, but a taste of you in his life has him hooked. He loves you as if he was an alcoholic-refusing to ever let you go.
But at the end of the day, Ethan is aware of his tendencies. Knowing full well how you will react to his violent and possessive tendencies, yet there is still this slight delusion in Ethan. That maybe after spending so much time with him, that if he were to remove everyone from your life and be the only person left, you will love him with the same ferociously.
You can't recall a time when you went without Ethan's touches. Where you haven't felt his hands roam your body and caress your skin. He's touch starved; truly. Feeling his hand on your back or reaching for yours as you walk. Pulling you on top of him as you cuddle, nuzzling his face to your neck. But you never complain, do you.
But…sometimes Ethan lets his tendencies creep in. Not missing the agitated expression on his face when your friends join your company. How he once crashed a can in his hands when you were laughing at some stupid joke they made. Remembering how he once came to you with bruises on his hands and face, all while there was news of another body being found. But even then, how could you suspect anything of your sweet Ethan.
Soon you began ditching your family and friends all for your boyfriend. He always knew the ways to snatch you away. And according to him, the two of you must do everything together. Doing chores? He is happy to help. Looking to binge a show? Don't do it without him. Have to get something from the store? Of course, he will come along.
Strangely, many of your friends have complained that you ignore their texts or miss their calls. When you question Ethan, he merely shrugs feigning innocence. Several times you caught him looking through your phone. He has given you his (unaware he has another one) this shows that he trusts you, do you not trust him as well? Besides, if you are so protective of your phone, you might be hiding something from him; if not, why not let him look.
If you haven't guessed, boundaries don't exist in Ethan's dictionary. No matter how many times you try to explain it to him, he just doesn't get it. Do you no longer love him, has his presence started to annoy you? What started as a confrontation ended with you consoling him.
Similar to your everyday relationship, Ethan is eager to give. He's addicted to your taste; obsessed with your pretty little pussy. He's like a starved man, satisfying his insatiable hunger. Having you seated on his face with his hands gripping each of your thighs as he devours your dripping cunt. Feeling the vibrations of his moans against your heat.
Your boyfriend is a total horndog, it must be said. The numerous times he whisked you away only for you to have sex in a restroom or an abandoned storage space. He was even worse behind closed doors; there wasn't a surface in the entire damn place that you hadn't fucked on. Even in the early morning or in the wee hours of the night, you can feel the hands creeping between your thighs.
He’s usually so gentle and attentive; it’s expected of him to prioritize your needs over his. But there are times when Ethan shows a different side to himself. Usually, if he observes you being overly friendly with someone else. Removing your clothing with such eagerness that you fear he might rip it. Almost wincing in pain as you feel his fingers digging into your skin. There’s this dark look in his eye as his girthy cock fills you to the brim. The following day, Ethan returns to his usual self and you choose not to mention the bruises he left behind.
With the murders that are occurring through Woodsboro, Ethan uses it as a way to keep you close to him. What would you do if you were being attacked and he wasn't there to protect you. He even insists that you share a dorm from now on.
Ethan may even pull some strings to make Mindy and her friends view you as a suspect. But don’t worry Ethan is there to reassure you that he doesn’t believe you could ever hurt anyone. It appears to be just the two of you. You two against the entire world.
When his plans to get rid of Sam and her friends are carried out. Ethan considers the life that will come after that, the life he will have with you. He has daydreamed many times at night of the two of you owning a home-living together with a ring on your finger. Perhaps some children will be involved, he does believe you'll make a wonderful mother. Wouldn't that just be the perfect life.
author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.
“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”
the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.
“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”
“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.
“no, not drugs. condoms.”
adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”
“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.
“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.
“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”
“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.
“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”
“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.
“oh right.”
“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.
“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”
“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.
“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times.
“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.
“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.
“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.
2 messages from angel girl
ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.
“hey, are you listening to me?”
“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.
“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”
“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.
“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”
the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.
slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.
the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.”
“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.
“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”
the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.
grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.
“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.
“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.
“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.
“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.
“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably.
“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.
pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.
“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.
“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.
“she was here a second ago.i think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”
“noth-”
“ethan?”
spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.
you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.
“an angel.”
“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.
“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.
“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”
grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.
“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.”
letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.
“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”
ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”
“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?”
“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.
“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.
ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”
“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.
closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.”
dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”
“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.
“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”
“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”
“can i kiss you?”
nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”
whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.
“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.
“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.
“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”
opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.
🪷 Warnings: Use and mentions of Feminine body parts and Y/n, SlightlyBimbo!Reader, Short story, Bondage, teasing, profanities, sex toy (vibrator), Ethan being a delicious yum yum (🤤🤤), thigh riding, mention of lingerie, creampie, unprotected sex (I’m not encouraging this, please be safe.) rough sex, overstimulation, fucking with the toy still inside of reader (don’t ask, just please enjoy it), Masturbation, squirting (this is the first time i’ve wrote for this, so I apologise if it’s wrong), Pet Names, Ethan being an absolute monster because I love writing deliciously deranged men that would probably kill me (I have a problem.). All characters portrayed in my fanfics are 18 years old and up.
💌 Synopsis: You come up with an idea to tie Ethan up and see how long he can go without touching you.
🦢 Whispers from the author: My first Ethan Landry fic! Please don’t mind if he is a little (or quite a lot) OOC, I’m still learning! So please be kind. Ethan is Ghost face is in this, but our sweet reader is an oblivious girlie <3
🕯Word count: 2.9k
“I think that’s tight enough, Y/n, I’m not getting out of that.” Ethan teases lightly, his eyes drinking in the beauty you’re currently presenting to him not wanting to miss the chance to get a close look at your form, which currently adorns a new lingerie set that makes his cock twitch, before you begin to tease him with this idea you brought up in a conversation.
You finish binding the pink bondage ropes around his wrists behind the chair that’s posed facing the front of the bed, “With your smarts, Eth?” you begin with a raise of your eyebrow, “I’m not taking any chances.” At that, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head “I’d give you at least a five minute head start.” You laugh, “Oh, because you don’t think you could last longer than that?” you challenge, placing your hands on your hips as you pop your hip out, “Oh, I could, but I don't think you could.” he fires back.
You roll your eyes, a knowing grin on your features, “Guess we’ll see, then.” He nods, completely oblivious to your plans, “Guess we will.” Once making sure he’s bound, you step back to admire the sight of your man in front of you. A cheeky and excited smile graces your features, “I still can't believe you've agreed to this.” Ethan can't help but grin with you, “I can't, either.” Turning around and getting on the bed, leaning on your knees with your ass facing towards Ethan, you reach into the bedside table draw. Yes, you could've easily walked towards it and then got on the bed, but where's the fun in that?
Ethan catches onto what you’re doing and throws his head back with a knowing huff, he looks back up and watches as you sit against the headboard with your legs wide open: allowing him to see as you press the small pink vibrator, which is currently turned off, to your clothed pussy. Your grin is as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s and Ethan knows you're going to be pushing his limit.
At first, you slowly drag it up and down your cunt, letting your wetness build up which causes a small wet spot on your panties to form. Ethan watches with keen but calm eyes. He doesn’t want to let you know how it’s already affecting him. His cock twitches in his pants as it begins to gradually harden with the performance happening in front of him, he feels like a devil staring at a forbidden fruit, desire swirling around him heating up his body as his hands slightly move against the ropes. He’s going to fucking ruin you.
A soft, sigh-like moan falls past your lips, which you begin to delicately bite knowing he both hates and loves it, only he can do that, your eyes never leaving his hard ones. To heat things up for your dear lover, you decide to throw your head back against the headboard and make your moans louder as you turn the vibrator on the lowest setting, the vibrating sensation hums against your sensitive cunt and the tip of it presses down on your bundle of nerves causing your legs to shake, and a guttural moan to erupt from your lungs. Your free hand comes up to grip your lace-covered breast to begin playing with it, your thumb gently rubbing your nipple.
You lift your head up to lock eyes with him but you can’t help but let your eyes wander over his body, drinking in the sight of him: his bare muscular chest that shows the hours he’s spent working out; amongst other heavy activities that require him to be quick and strong. What these other activities are, you don’t know. You can’t figure it out. But, he always used to say to you whenever you asked: “don’t worry your sweet little head.” You grin at the look on his face. His dark eyes are calm, calculating and waiting, waiting for your next move. His muscles are tense, as well, which shows he’s fighting against himself. This is something you noticed, something to this day he still doesn’t realise he does; the first few months of your relationship, he always clenches either, one: his hands, or two: his muscles, when he’s holding himself back from ravaging you. “Oh Ethan~~” you moan as widen your legs to let him see more of you, “Fuck, need you so bad.”
Ethan inhales and exhales slowly, keeping his breathing steady as he fights the need to tug at the bounds around his wrists. it’s only rope, a voice whispers inside his head, easily snappable. She’s right there, waiting for you to break — it wouldn’t be a bad thing.. she wants you.. sinking your cock into her warmth, feeling her wrap around you—
Shaking his head in disbelief to his own thoughts, Ethan eyes harden as he continues to watch the torturous show happening in front of him; testing his will and mental power. He’ll do you one better, he’s gonna make you fucking beg for his touch. He tugs at his bounds as subtle as he can, but you catch onto this and laugh, “C’mon, Ethan, you know you want me. I need—“ your hips buck against the vibrator as it presses harder into your clit which forces a cry from you, “Fuck! Need you so badly, please.” Your high-pitched begs and desperate jerking of your hips nearly make him cave there and then, but he can’t — not yet. “Eth, please,” your bottom lip pushes itself out as you whine and beg and cry for your lover to savagely take you, “come fuck me..!”
You pout, “Want your cock so much,” and move your panties to the side and tease the entrance of your needy and weeping cunt, “You gonna deprive me, baby? You — ngh… fuck…! Know only you can m-make me cum..!” Your tone wavers as you slowly enter the small vibrator inside of you, turning the vibrations up one as you do. You ease the toy in mid-way before pulling it out and repeating that movement, “Fuck— s’good…” your head throws itself back with a soft thud and you begin to fuck yourself with the vibrator, your hips grinding against the vibrating object, “Need you so bad, please come here.” Tone breathless and whiny, you try your hardest to make the man in front of you crack. But to no avail, it seems.
Or so you believe.
Ethan watches with an expression that would make you shiver if you looked up and saw it; an air of dangerously calm surrounds the still man in front of you. He watches as your cunt tightens around it when you slip it inside of you, as you fuck yourself with the toy, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when he sees the delicious juices he’s dying to taste covering it. As you slowly speed your rhythm up, your hand gets wetter and the wet spot beneath you gets darker and bigger, the toy comes out more soaked and your moaning grows louder.
As Ethan fights against every cell, muscle and bone in his body that scream at him to take you, they quieten when he watches your hand come to a stop, but the vibrator remains turned on inside of you; his heart moves to his throat as you crawl towards him, “Please,” You beg, eyes drawing him in even more, “I won’t— ngh..!” Your shaking arms, due to the pleasure rocking through your body, nearly collapse under the pressure of holding you up. Your forehead rests on the soft blanket that lays across the bottom of your bed, “Hold it, over your.. head, if you do.” Lifting your gaze up to meet his heated one, you bite your lip and urge yourself to move again with a breathy: “Promise.”
You watch as the muscles in your lover’s jaw clench and his dark piercing eyes rake over your form. Okay then, guess I’m going all the way. Reaching in between your legs and fiddling with the vibration volume, you turn it up to the highest and a filthy, high-pitched, porn-worthy moan flows past your lips, your hips grinding into nothing as the vibrator pleasurably buzzes inside of you, “Fuck!” You cry, “Ethan — Shit..!” with your eyes locked with his, you swing your legs off the bed and sit in front of him for a moment, the twitching and biting of your lips go straight to his cock as he eyes you up. Wishing so badly that he was the one between your legs, licking and enjoying that delicious juice that’s soaking into the bed.
With shaky legs and soft whimpers, you make your way over to Ethan and climb onto his lap, your juicy pussy rests completely on his left thick-muscular-man thigh and your hips begin to grind, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you slowly rock your hips back and forth; moans spilling from you shamelessly as your clit rubs against his pants.
You sob, “fffffuck…!” And speed up your pace, “feels s’good!” The vibrating toy inside of you, paired with Ethan being close, and the feel of his thighs flexing and unflexing, is a recipe for an orgasm. “Ethan— Please, please, fuck..!” Your thighs tighten around his big one, another moan ripping from you when he lifts his leg up which causes you to fall forward, you clit rubbing against the material of his pants. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, lips parted to allow the sharp intakes of air into your lungs. Your right thigh presses into his giant bulge, and you can’t help but bite down on his skin — it’s all too much, too overwhelming and too, fucking, good.
Ethan can feel the fucking thing as it vibrates inside of you on his thigh while you fuck yourself on him, using him like he always tells you to do. The scent of you, the smell of your perfume and faint shampoo wafting in his face, the noises you grace him with, the desperate touches and clinging to his bare skin that’s damp — fuck, sake. He pulls slightly at his binds, never taking his eyes off of your pleasure-filled face. Ethan lifts his leg up further to help you get yourself off on him. It’s the best fucking thing he did, your lace covered chest meets his bare skin, and the material of your little outfit has his cock pulsing needily in his pants. He throws his head back and a groan-like growl rumbles in his throat as you bite down on his muscles, the hot touch of your breath makes his hips jerk upwards and as your body bounces on his thigh, the vibrator pushes further into your cunt, “Ethan!!” Your arms wrap around his neck and you bring yourself as close as you can to him, your tits pressing up against his chest.
The shaft of the vibrator massages your pussy walls deliciously and your grinding turns more rough, more desperate and the friction caused by his trousers, that are SOAKED with your juices, feel fucking amazing against your cunt. “Please handsome,” Your lips brush against the shell of his ear, plea kissing his skin in a form of ticklish air, “Please fuck me, please — do anythin’” You press hot, open-mouthed wet kisses all along his neck, your tongue even licks some parts during your assault on his neck as you grind more harshly on his flexing thigh.
Ethan watches, and watches, and watches as you lose yourself on his thigh. The binds that keep his hands from touching you, feeling your body under his rough palms, groan under his strength as he pulls at them; he’s had enough of your tormenting. Congratulations, you’ve won. You don’t catch onto the groans from the ropes as they snap, nor do you catch onto the thudding sound of them falling onto the floor - what you do catch onto is: his rough palms feelings up your sides, touching your skin, feeling your body up, squishing your flesh here and there, “You win,” he growls in your ear, grip tightening on your hips, “You fucking win.”
Trailing his hands down to grip your plush arse and taking a stand with you in his arms, Ethan takes your mouth into a passionate and heated kiss, swallowing your whines and moans, your soft pleads for him to fuck you, to destroy your cunt, to leave you a twitching, cum drooling mess. “Ethan,” you breathe, tongue being dominated by his needy one, “‘am gonna fuck you, don’t worry, gonna fuck you real good.” Your back meets the soft fabric of your bed with Rindaman hovering over you, “D’Yknow how hard that was, hm? How fucking, hard, it was to last that long?” His hands make quick work of his trousers and underwear, the tip of his cock just barely hitting his belly button; his fat, veiny, cock never fails to make you excited but also nervous due to its sheer size.
The tip of his angry cock leaks pearls of cum and you wish you could lick it, but right now: you just want that rearranging your insides like it’s moving day, “And then, ya had to go and fuck yourself on me like that, didn’t ya?” Ethan’s cock pulses with need, “Please,” your hips jerk upwards, doe eyes staring into his, “Don’t hafta beg anymore, Princess.“ He grips his cock with right hand, groaning softly as he does, and he guides the monster thing towards your awaiting, wet pussy; As his yummy cock stretches you out with an addictive burn licking your entrance, your eyes roll to the back of your head and a trail of drool glides down your face.
Ethan snarls, “ssshit!” as he fights against himself as he slowly eases his cock into you, “Fuck,” his voice is rough and restrained; he’s holding his moans back as usual. The further his cock sinks into you, the further the small toy is pushed inside of you and your mouth opens but no sounds fall from your lips. Your nails dig into his large biceps as you try to catch your breath, the pleasure takes over every function in your body, “I know, I know, baby, I’ve got ya,” he whispers into your ear as he slows rocks his hips into yours, and the crease in his brows deepens when your walls clamp tightly around his cock. As Ethan fastens his pace: the tip of his cock touches the bottom of your vibrating toy which causes his hips to slam into yours roughly. Your eyes shut tightly and your arms fall from his arms onto the bed, gripping handfuls of the covers as he fucks into you, and your back arches which presses your tits against his chest in a satisfying way.
While Ethan is choking on his restrained moans: you feel the knot in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter the more he pounds into you, and the more the toy hums against your walls. You feel like you’re about to pee, but you have zero strength in your body to move away from him, “E..Ethan..!” You shriek, trying to form a normal sentence but that desire is lost when his thrusting becomes bruising, your mouth slackens once again and his large, rough hands take home on the softness of your hips; his fingers digging into the skin there but you couldn’t care, not with the immense, mind-numbing pleasure that fucks every logical thought that tries to form in your mind.
“M…M’gonna…!” Ethan knows what your babbling means and speeds up his thrusts, his hips grinding into you deeply — oh how he wishes the toy was taken out of you so he could kiss your cervix with his tip. “Cum f’me, Princess, c’mon,” taking one of his hands off your hip, and reaching down to your cunt, his fingers find your clit and begin to fiddle with the sensitive Pearl. A scream of pleasure rips from your lips as your orgasm crashes heavily down on you, your hips jerking against his still thrusting ones, your legs shake violently and you feel a rush of warm, thick cum decorate your insides. Ethan continues to fuck the both of you through your highs, only stopping when you plea for him to stop; the over-sensitivity kisses the borderline of painful. Your body twitches and your brows crease as the strongly humming toy still remains inside of you, “T..Toy..” you whisper, and thankfully he understands.
Ethan gently pulls out of you, and looks down at the mess you made on him - you squirted; he silently tuts his tongue however, when he sees his cum spilling out of you, he knows more is going to come out when the toy does, and slips his thick fingers inside of you. A whimper falls past your lips as his fingers bully their way inside of you, they grip the toy before pulling it out - ripping another cry from you. Ethan turns the toy off and leaves it at the bottom of the bed to look at you — really, look at you. “Sneaky girl, You knew I’d cave, didn’t you?” You nod, a tired smile gracing your features as your muscles twitch here and there, “Yep.”
ft. kook! pope heyward (obx) and chad meeks- martin (scream 5/6)
w/c: 1.2k
a/n: just a little concept with these two because they're so underrated...black kings forever, snow puppies never! /jk
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I’m not even doing anything, Kie.”
“Yeah, because you’re definitely not dry humping your new man in front of the whole block as we speak.”
Shrugging, you rolled your eyes and sipped your drink, adjusting your hips on your boyfriend’s lap. Chad Meeks was a specimen; a star football player with a chiselled jaw, washboard abs and an all-American smile…not to mention his personality. Kind, dedicated, and a little himbo-ish, he was the perfect distraction to your breakup with Pope.
Not that you didn’t love him of course.
Pope Heyward was different. Just as attractive as Chad; the boy was cooler, far more mellow and refined than the latter. Unlike Chad he was an academic wiz, virtually being the smartest guy on campus, if not in your entire state.
Everyone had thought that you were destined for the altar, but life – and your egos - seemed to have a way of fucking things up at times that within 18 months of the relationship starting, it was over.
An impromptu road trip across the country led you to Woodsboro, California, where Chad had returned to visit his family. A chance meeting at a Lakers game led to a mutual follow on Instagram, which turned into a few not-so casual ‘smoke and chill’ sessions.
It was only supposed to last the summer. Now, you were sprawled across his lap on the hood of a car, dressed in the tightest top you could find as you giggled and whispered in his ear, rum punch spilling out onto your diamond tennis bracelet.
“Lighten up,” you sighed, earning another frown from the curly-haired girl. “It’s a bit of fun. If you’re so concerned for the guy, you can date him.”
She snorted.
“You know I can’t do that.”
You hummed in amusement, holding the taste of burning taste rum on your tongue before you angled your neck towards Chad for a kiss, which he happily placed upon your neck, all the while his large bicep remained wrapped around your waist.
Kie gave you another disapproving stare but ultimately brushed it off, too engrossed in the sight of JJ downing a keg of beer. You were all gathered at an annual summer party, known for its rumbling sound systems, exotic liquor, and subsequent high number of pregnancies. It was the type of party that parents looked down upon – especially Heyward, Pope’s dad – and made college teachers shake their heads and try to turn a blind eye.
In truth, this was your first time going. Pope generally preferred his own house parties, the kind where people like Rafe Cameron –infamous frat boy and hot head - weren’t allowed to even make it up the driveway. This was hot and wild, far more unhinged than anything you were used to.
Which was why a pit in your stomach had opened upon seeing the familiar nose bridge of a dark-skinned boy by one of the food stalls.
“Babe,” you spoke, pushing yourself off Chad’s lap. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”
“Why?”
“Maybe because I gotta pee, huh?” You lie through your teeth, adjusting the strap of your mini bag. You’d been so relaxed all but a minute ago. “Don’t get into any fights while I’m gone.”
“Fine. I’ll be a good boy,” he said with a wink, fingers lingering around your waist before he let you go, immediately turning to chat with someone else. You didn’t take it personally; Chad was just like that. Energetic, sociable. Sometimes it made you miss Pope’s equable demeanour. Sometimes.
Head held high, you strutted across the concrete, fingers hastily fixing your hair as you made your way towards the stand. Whether it was your nerves, or the alcohol taking, halfway there you started questioning whether this was the right thing to do at all. Not ‘bumping’ into him of course, but whether you should’ve brought Chad with you. Pope was always rather possessive.
As you waited in line for some punch, you could feel the boy’s dark brown eyes on you, his longing, even judgemental stare burning into your skin. Glancing down at your nails, the boy didn’t miss a beat before walking over to you, leaning against the pole.
“So, you’re just gonna act too good for me now?”
Cocking your head, you raised a brow at him.
“I didn’t notice you.”
“Right,” he replied, jaw clenching. “I forgot that you’re always one to play games.”
Pope had never liked your teasing. Well, he claimed not to, but his smirk combined with the hardening of his cock always told you otherwise.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought parties like these were below you.”
“You know I don’t like that word,” he huffed. “The whole track team is here.”
You hummed in amusement, taking a swig of your now refilled drink. It was funny, really. You’d left an athlete just to get with another one. Clearly, you had a type. As you contemplated the situation, you couldn’t ignore (and took a sick glee in) the way Pope’s eyes roved your body; moments feeling like hours as your heart pounded, anticipating him to make the next move, if any. It didn’t help that he was gorgeous as ever, dressed in a bright coloured sports jersey, shorts, dazzling white (and uncreased) trainers with a visor sitting atop his tight black curls.
Fuck. You kinda missed him.
“Well,” you said pointedly, adjusting your clothes. “Have fun —“
“Is that my bracelet?”
Pope’s words cut like a knife. Your eyes met as your joint gaze followed to your wrist, diamonds gleaming in the golden dusk. It was only then that you realised it felt somewhat uncomfortable on you; slightly wet, and a little sticky. Almost certainly out of place for a block party. They looked nice, and he hadn’t protested, but didn’t even match Chad’s outfit.
“Well, it’s mine, because you gave it to me, remember? You can’t take it back now.”
“It was a gift. I’d never take it back from you.”
A short pause.
“Your nails are different.”
Pope always paid for your nails. He liked nudes or French tips the most. Though, since leaving him you’d opted for something brighter.
“I —“
“Babe, I literally just requested your song, you’ve got thirty seconds to head to the dance floor because —“
Chad’s enthusiasm tapered as he laid his eyes upon the boy in front of you, dark brows furrowing as he visibly squared his shoulders before snaking an arm around your own. Though Pope wasn’t scrawny, the lighter-skinned boy was taller and much more muscular than he was, sizing him up rather impressively.
The taller boy bit the bullet.
“Hey, dude...It’s Chad,” he began, sticking his hand out, though you could tell that his dialogue was stilted. “Pleasure.”
“Pope,” he replied, returning the handshake. “That’s a nice bracelet you got her. You have good taste.”
“Ah, that’s not mine, man,” Chad said, sucking air between his teeth. “The real gem is the one wearing it. I’m a lucky guy.”
“Yeah, you are...” the darker-skinned man nodded, eyes looking you up and down again. With a bored expression on his face and half-lidded eyelids, you knew all too well of what he was thinking – he wasn’t over you, and he was determined to win you back.
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Ethan is not so good when it comes to respecting your boundaries.
WARNINGS: Slight dubious consent (no NONCON though)
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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“Ethan… stop.”
Your words have no effect over him, his lips still sucking the sensitive skin of your neck. But what bothers you the most are your boyfriend's wandering hands, each time going deeper inside your shirt and your pants.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhale hard, trying to find the courage to stop Ethan. Your breath stops when a hand starts jumbling with your zipper. You instinctively bat his hand away, eyes glossy with incoming tears.
“Stop!”
He finally pulls away, face shocked at your sudden reaction. Then he notices the tears and his annoyed expression cracks, replaced with remorse and guilt.
“Babe, shit. I’m so sorry.” he apologizes, trying to make you look at him. But you don’t, pulling your knees to your chest, burying your face in them.
You’re not ready for sex but no matter how many times you declare that, Ethan still tries to change your mind, thinking you’re as horny as he is.
He always pushes your limits over and over again and you’re slowly getting fed up with it.
Your soft sniffs are the only noise in the room, Ethan attempts to make you look at him going fruitless as you decidedly ignore him.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to push things this far.” you raise your head, glaring at him through the rainfall of tears.
“You always say that, Ethan. I’m so tired of you pushing my boundaries. I’m not ready yet.” you declare, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your bare legs, finding little comfort in it.
Ethan chews the inside of his cheek, his curls falling to his eyes as he sits in silence, remorsefully. A hesitant hand comes to caress your cheek and when you don’t avoid his touch, he cleans some of your tears.
Pressing a small kiss to your forehead, he apologizes.
“I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll do better, I swear.”
You find it impossible to stay mad at him, especially when he truly looks this upset, allowing him to pull you into a hug.
Only you don’t know that he doesn't truly mean to keep his promise, already planning on the most effective way to fuck you.
Because consent is irrelevant when you’re already his property.
