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Knock, Knock

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader x Stu Macher

(NSFW)

This is my first time writing oneshot, let alone smut. English is not my first language so bear with me.

Warning: Reader is a Virgin, Cussing, alot of cursing, knife play, mask kink, bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, deep throat, anal, threesome, and double penetration.

*Bold - Voice modulator, Italic - inner voice

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't recognize this deep voice talking to you.

“Who’s this?” Instead of hanging up, your gut feeling tells you to continue the conversation with this stranger. Maybe you’ll get something out of it.

“You don’t need to know about me. I just want to talk to you.”

“Now why should I do that? Stranger danger. Didn’t your parents teach you that?” You saunter around the kitchen counter and stare at the sets of kitchen knives. You pull out a cleaver and wait for them to reply.

The stranger chuckled, amused with your response.

“Just want to call you so I get to know you better.”

You poked your tongue inside your cheek. You put the knife back in its place, humming to yourself.

“Alright, Mr Stranger. You got my attention and I'm bored as hell. Shoot your million dollar question.” You leaned your back on the counter, hand in pocket while another's still holding the phone.

“Tell me, do you like scary movies?” 

“Uhh, yeah.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Does The Addams Family count? 1991 is the best.” You shrugged, checking your nails. The voice grumbled, annoyed with your movie choice.

“That’s not even a scary movie. And it’s a kid show.”

“Excuse me, that movie is my fave and you don’t get to judge my beloved Morticia Addams just because I watch a ‘kid show’. Besides, that movie is still considered horror okay. Take examples like Tim Burton’s production. Even though most of his movies are suitable for children, he still wants to insert horror elements so they could find comfort and won’t make them feel scared anymore. You should try Nightmare before Christmas or maybe Edward Scissorhand for starters.” you jested.  

“Not my kind of style. Edward is weird as fuck.”

“Oh now you’re crossing the line Mr. Nobody. Fun fact for you, Johnny Deep with or without heavy makeup is hot as fuck. Hell, if there’s any Johnny copycat out there, I’ll ride his dick straight away.” you mused. The audacity of this guy.

The stranger hummed.

Is it creepy that I can see him smiling through the phone?

“You should be careful what you wish for. It might come true.”

“Then, Amen for that. I ain’t regret what I said so if you have a problem with it, you jerked your tiny dick somewhere else.” 

He chuckled darkly.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

"What if I have one? Or maybe a girlfriend? What ya gonna do about it?” You rolled your eyes.

The phone went dead silent until a deep growl came out on the line. His voice changed to menacing.

“You don’t have a boyfriend. You’re not even lesbian.”

“Slow down tiger. I can change my preference wherever I want. Anyway, congratulations! You’re successful become from a total stranger to a fucking creep. Now no more games with me. What do you want?” You huffed, getting annoyed and a little creep out with his manic voice.

“Oh baby, you think this is a game? I’ll play a real game for ya. Knock, Knock.”

You yelped when you heard someone banging on your front door.

Shit. Wrong move.

You pull out a metal bat under the counter like you knew this would gonna happen and check around, especially every closed door inside the house. You already watched too many horror movies with Randy that you even know where the killer always comes out from.

“I ask you want more time. What the hell do you want from me?”

“You wanna know, you have to play the game with me.”

You jumped when you heard another banging. And this time, at your backyard.

“Knock. Knock.”

You gulped and took a glimpse at your back. As you saw nobody's there, you pressed your back on the wall and focused on the front door.

“Who’s there?”

You make sure all the doors and windows are already locked as your father went out training with his buddies. He says he will be coming home late.  

Double. Shit.

“Johnny.” 

You innerly scoffed. Oh he likes this game too much. 

“Johnny where?”

“Clever girl. Guess.”

You rushed to the front door and took a look outside from the window. No one was there. You blurted out the answer.

“The backyard.”

“Wrong.”

You shrieked as the sound of a crash came out from the living room. You ran there to see a big gape hole at your now shattered window. You scanned the whole room. Only one wooden chair and shattered glass all over the floor. 

He couldn’t make it inside that fast. You raised the phone as you heard his voice.

“I give you a second chance. Knock, knock.”

“Oh fuck you with your knock knock shit game! What do you want from me?!”

“I want you…to ride me.”

You inhaled sharply at his answer as you turned around with a bat raised in front of you. 

“You’re messing with the wrong person here.” You spitted. He chuckled mockingly, amazed that you still have a bit of spite even though you know you're about to lose the game.

“You should be asking where I am, (Y/N).” He enunciated your name deeply.

Sweat trickle down your temple as you took a step back one at the time. This stranger knowing your name just shot up your nerve haywire.

“Where the fuck are you shithead.” 

“Behind you.”

You turned around and hit the phone right to the side of his face.

His Ghostface leather mask to be exact. 

He covered his head from the hit with his gloved hand and you took that opportunity to bash his head with your metal bat. He doubles in pain as you hit his back with more force and knocks his feet to the floor. He lay on his back, gripping his back painfully as you stepped on his body.

“Now let’s see who's behind the mask.”

Before you could bend down to grab his mask, the air got knocked out from you as someone rammed from your side. Your head got slam on the floor hard followed by a body that stumbled right above you. 

There’s two of them?!

You tried to pry him off from you but it was no use. You could see from your blurred vision that two masked men were now crowded right in front of you. 

The first guy above your head took both of your hands and held them tight, giving out a painful moan from you, while the other one sat on top of your low waist between his thighs, securing your legs from moving.

You tried to trash your body only to feel a sharp knife under your throat. You looked up to see the second guy shaking his head. 

A warning.

“Looks like you lost the game.” Second ghostface seems satisfied seeing you beneath him. The knife in his hand trailed lower and lower to your neck. You could feel a prick of pain as the knife cut deep at your collarbone.

“Losers need to pay the price.” The first ghostface giggled, bringing out a rope from his black robe and tied your hand above your head.

“Two against one? Really fair, does it?” You gritted your teeth. Even though you’re already at their mercy, your mouth still runs like a goddamn sailor.

“Didn’t know this should be a fair game.” Second ghostface shrugged, still lingering his knife around your neck area. 

“So what? You gonna kill me?” 

“Careful, you shouldn’t challenge a killer with a knife. Now you said it, that does sound tempting.” The killer dragged down his knife to your waist. The cold of his blade sent chills down your spine as it put pressure on your stomach, emphasizing his words.

You gulped as you eyed the two ghostface. The one that sat on top of you seems like a person you don’t want to mess with. The way his voice held authority, meaning if he wants to kill you, he’ll make sure you’re good as dead. Even though he’s wearing a mask, you could feel his hot gaze on your throat to your collarbone that already bleed out from the small cut. His gloved hand reached out, smearing your oozing blood with his thumb. He loves it, you can tell.    

Another one above your head, however he's a different kind of persona. He seems to like goofing around and having fun stabbing his victim. More sadistic, more of an unhinged bastard. If he takes his mask off, you bet he'll be that funny, easy going guy. His head tilted to the side, staring at your body in awe. Like you'll become his biggest meal tonight.

"But since you beat my friend here, I'll give you a chance. If you want to live, you need to do something for me." He hinted at the end of his sentence. The first Ghostface started to laugh hysterically. 

Somehow you know what he meant, knowing what they're gonna do to you.

"What do you mean?" You shuddered.

In a split second, he pulled your body and switched position, making you on top of him. You could feel the bulge between your legs as his hands gripped your waist.

"You know what I meant."

Your whole body shivered in fear and excitement. You don’t know why your body react that way. Fear, yes but also excites you?

You already soaked in your panties, though it was the adrenaline of the chase.

You subtly rubbed yourself on his groin. He sighed in content as you kept rubbing his hard on. 

“That’s it, babe.” His breath ragged as both his hands moved your hips and pressed deeper to his crotch. His hips thrust to your core, making you let out a soft moan. 

You feel someone's hand held the back of your head, turning you to meet the first Ghostface. His gloves were already gone from both hands, as he’s working on to half-done his zipper jeans.

“Open your mouth, kitten." He slipped his thumb, pressing your lips to open. He inserted two fingers in and out as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. They were so long that you gagged as it reached at the back of your throat. When he pulled out his fingers, a string of saliva coated them.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your face was red, embarrassing to admit that you never had sex before.

“We know you’re a virgin.” He whispered. His thumb stroking your lower lip, his mask titled to the side.

“Don't worry about that. We promise to make you feel good, m'okay?" The Ghostface under you sat up, his hand tugged teasingly at your waistband while the other one caressed your cheek. His deep voice is surprisingly tender, luring you in like a moth to his flame.

Without thinking, you nodded at his words.

Beneath those masks, their smirk grew wider, finally getting you hooked with them. 

"Lift your hips for me, baby." 

He tore his gloves from his hands and guided your hips upward. As you stand on your knees, he tugged down your shorts and panties in one go. You gasped at how rough, desperate he wanted to strip you naked. 

He took out his knife and started to rip them in half. You shiver from the cold as your clothes discard aside.

A pair of hands from behind reach out to your breast and fondle them. You whimpered as he pulled and squeezed your nipples. Another hand slipped to your wet cunt, thumb circling your clit.

"Gosh, your pussy is so wet for us. We're just getting started." He mused. Slowly, he inserted two fingers inside you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You shuddered, your back laid on someone's chest, who still continued grasping your breast.

"Look at you, seeking pleasure from two psychotic serial killers. Ain't ya a dirty little slut." The one from behind cackled in manic, enjoying seeing you completely vulnerable for him.

You subconsciously ride your hips with his fingers inside you, reaching your high. Your tied arms pressed in front of his chest as his friend from behind starts to dry hump your ass. You could imagine how big their dicks are, one pressing from the back while the other one underneath your pussy, still finger fuck you.

As if they knew you're about to come, he pulled out his fingers. You let out a small whine, feeling the loss of your pussy to be filled. He dip his finger beneath his mask, groaning in pleasure as he tasted your juices with a mix of blood.

Your hair got clutched from behind and dived you to his tent. When he pulled down his boxer, you were awestruck at how thick and veiny his hard rod is. He tapped his dick on your mouth, precum smeared at your lower lips.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled, seeing you looking at his cock like that got him more turned on. 

You flustered, eyeing the two black holes resemble eyes staring at you, silently to gain his permission. He nodded, pushing his tip further into your lips.

You subtly open your mouth, licking his precum and heard his deep groan in return. This made you sucked and licked his tip and moved your hand up and down his length.

He tilted his head back. Though you couldn't see with his mask on, a sense of pride grew in you, pleased to see him feel that way.

"You're sure this is your first time? Fuck, this feels amazing." He bucked his hips in your mouth.

"Open your mouth wide open, tongue down. I'm a deep throat till you swallow all of my cum." You do as he said. He thrust his dick deep in your throat, making you gagged but you held it in. 

He fucked your mouth relentless, both his hands keeping you in place. Tears pooling down your face as saliva spilling from your mouth until your nose touches his pelvis. You tapped his thigh, coughing up when he pulled out his dick from your swollen lips.

You're too focused on the man in front of you, that your ass was raised in the air and gasped as you felt a tongue licking at your entrance.

"Damn I can eat this pussy all day." He growled from behind, licking and biting your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tongue does wonders to you. 

You gagged as he pounds in and out of your mouth, while from behind a tongue lick deep in your entrance. His nose teasing your clit, earning you a moan vibrating through the dick in your mouth. Both of them release low moans, reaching their high.

You tap his thigh, pull you away from his dick as you feel a knot in your stomach.

"I-I some-something d-down there." You cried out, feel his friend's wet tongue thrust in and out of your cunt. You gasped from sensation, as he's licked your rim hole.

"Then cum all over his mouth, princess. Let him taste every drop." He strokes his dick as you stick your tongue out to his tip. You feel your release as the man behind lapping your juices clean.

"God, she tastes so good. I wanna fuck her wet cunt till she's scream."

The killer in front of you didn't say a word, staring at his friend 

"You can't have her. She beat you up, remember?"

"The fuck that's supposed to mean? We won, she lost."

"Correction, you get beat to a pulp and I'm the one stopping it. So, I get the prize and you just, I don't know. Enjoy the show?"

"I'm already hard and you’re telling me just to watch you all over her? Hell no man!" 

They way they're talking about you like you aren't there bothers you, but at the same time kind of hot.

You could tell his friend was frustrated, agitated while him with you on his lap stroking his tip to your folds. You whimpered as he nudged his face mask closer to your neck. You could feel his wet tongue licking and sucking at the cut he gave you. 

Deep down you know your choice terrifies you but you don't want his friend left behind.

"There's two holes for a reason, ya know." You mumbled low, but somehow both killers caught on to what you said. They both were stunned. Not long after, the one you sit on his lap snickered darkly.

"You're one dirty little virgin. Didn't know you're into that." He gripped your hips closer to his already hard crotch. You blushed at his indication.

Truth is, you stumbled upon a porn magazine from Stu's wardrobe, asking you for his sweatpants as he was in the bathroom. Curiosity kills you when you open the magazine, the page showed a blond woman penetrated by two men, dick in her cunt while another in her ass.

The image haunted you yet deep down you want to know how it feels like, to get banged by two. As you stare at her lustful face, you jump when you hear Billy's voice from outside Stu's room. So, you threw away the magazine and hastily grabbed his shorts. When Billy enters the room, he stares at you intensely. He always does every time you're in his sight. He raised an eyebrow as you gave the shorts, muttered, "Give it to Stu, he wants it." and you made a mad dash out of his room.

You know for the fact that the chances you're getting DP is slim to none. But seeing as of now, your fuzzy brain was like why not.

"You're an angel, you know that? That's why you're perfect for us." The frustrated Ghostface was now like he's in cloud nine when you told him that, hugging you from behind.

"You're meant for us, (Y/N). Remember that." The one with you on his lap was now laying down on the floor, bringing you with him so that your pussy was placed right on his outstretched cock. As his tip penetrated your entrance, you whimpered as the slight discomfort got you. As your tied arms gripped the black cloth of his front, his hand teasing your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

As he is completely inside you, the discomfort was replaced slowly with pleasure, fullness from his thick length. His sighed in relief, loving his dick snug deep in your pussy like a vice.

"Fuck you're so tight, baby." He rasped as he helped adjust his length inside you. When he felt you ready, he slowly thrust in and out of you, making you moan.

"You like that? You like riding this cock?" His slow thrust became erratic as he rammed your throbbing cunt. Your mouth gaped open, couldn't reform words when he hit you at the right spot. 

"Y-yes, right there. Shit! You're so big." You uttered breathlessly, bouncing his dick as he thrust deeper in you. 

As you ride him, you feel another one trying to penetrate your asshole. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, stopping you as he continued to push in, hissing at your shoulder.

"S-shit! My cock gonna cut in half if you keep squeezing me like that." He buried his face on your neck as he roughly thrust you in one go, making you scream.

"M'sorry babe. Can't help it."

You try to glare at his face, or more precisely his mask. You could imagine his stupid grin, staring at you adoringly. 

This is too much. For you, a virgin and never been fuck let alone anal, this is a lot to take in. You could feel their dicks stretched inside every hole of you down there. You try adjusting to this new stimulation. They’re both moving in sync, in and out of you, feeling both of their dicks rubbing your wall one at the time. It makes you see stars as they fasten their phase.

Skin slapping filled the room, with your moan and their groan in a mix.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’mma cum!” You feel his hand gripping your hips as his thrust turns sloppy. Your body started to shake as the one beneath encircled his arms around you, keeping you close to his chest as he slammed you hard on your g-spot. 

You nearly scream from pleasure as orgasm washed over you, followed by the one behind, pumping his seed into your throbbing asshole. Your pussy tightens is all it needs from the one beneath you to paint his cum on your walls. 

He gave his one hard, second thrust at your asshole then pulled out his softened cock. The way he stared at his cum spilling from your ass stirred something inside him.

His fingers subconsciously slipped his overflow cum inside your hole. For some reason, he doesn’t want a single drop of his seed leaking out of you.

You take a deep inhale as your eyes flutter close, trying to calm from your euphoric state. You could hear his heartbeat thumping as your head laid on his chest, with him too catching his breath.

The only thing you remember is feeling a peck on your forehead and a kiss from your nape, with a deep raspy voice you manage to hear before exhaustion overtook your body.

“That’s my good girl.”

After you pass out…

“Man, that’s the best thing happen in my life!” Stu sighed, satisfied as he pulled off his Ghostface mask and slipped in his now soft dick in his pants. He looked over at his friend who was still lying on the ground with their favorite girl on top of him.

“You're lucky I came up with this plan. Knew it our girl had same fantasies like us.” He grinned, smiling like an idiot, while Billy too slowly took off the mask.

“If you didn’t pull out that porn magazine, she wouldn’t even think about it, genius.” He murmured as he stroked your arm. He sighed in relief with his eyes closed, hearing your soft snores calmed him.

Maybe they could pay you another visit, and it will be on nice bed this time.

And sure as hell he'll make sure of that.

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Ghostface's Sex Doll

Ghostface x His Sex Doll

Part One: Please Don't Kill Me Mr Ghostface!

cw: dubcon, kidnapping, being held hostage, being used as a personal sex slave, hair pulling, being dragged by hair, choking , blood, restraints, bondage, doll pet name, gags and blindfolds, cunt slapping, face slapping, brutal sex, degradation and praise.

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Daydreaming about Ghostface dragging you into his car after he just brutalized your pathetic body in an alleyway, taking you away to be his sex slave. He tied a rope around your wrists tight so you couldn't escape and blindfolded you. You were crying and whimpering as you squirmed. He gagged you and gave you a harsh slap to shut you the fuck up.

You were so scared yet so wet. Your wet cunt was throbbing at the thought of being his doll. How disgusting. You bucked up your hips and your legs trembled from the rough treatment earlier.

He noticed the way your body yearned for his rough touches, he chuckled at your shaking blood-stained body and started to rub your clit slowly. The sounds of your muffled whimpers and moans filled the car and the masked man couldn't help but get even more hard at the sight of you whimpering like his dumb bitch. He couldn't wait to fuck you until you passed out.

He traced his fingers along your used cunt with the other hand on the wheel and slowly slid one of his fingers into your cunt, teasing you and driving you insane as he tried to focus on the road.

"You're such a dumb little doll. You're practically dripping all over my fingers, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat."

Your response was muffled whimpers, you tried to close your legs out of shame but he forcefully opened them, "Did I say you could close your fucking legs? You need to learn your place you little fucking cunt."

He then slapped your wet cunt, making you whimper and tear up. Despite your shame, you wanted nothing more than to be brutally fucked by the stranger in the mask.

The car stopped and you assumed you arrived at your destination, you heard the man get out of the car and slam the door, making you jump in fear and arousal. The next thing you know he was dragging you out of the car by your hair, scraping your body on the hard pavement. The way he was treating you like some worthless animal made your knees weak.

He dragged you inside a house, you couldn't see anything with the blindfold on yet it was so cold and dark. "Keep up, doll."

He dragged you into a room and kicked you to the floor, "this is where you're going to be staying for the rest of your pathetic life. I'm going to use your body over and over again, you're never gonna escape me darling."

You let out a small cry, you couldn't say anything with that gag around you. You were trembling at the thought of spending the rest of your life as a sex slave for a serial killer, it made you wet.

"Oh, you're a sick one." He said as he touched your exposed cunt with the tip of his shoe. "Your cunt is dripping all over the floor, you're so sick. I love it." He chuckles.

He picked you up by your hair once again and guided you to the middle of the room. You felt a hard wooden object as he positioned you. He roughly grabbed your hands and positioned them in the object, restraining you. Then it clicked to you, It was a wooden medieval stock they used for punishments and the thought of being restrained and fucked without being able to resist made your heart beat faster.

"Be a good little girl and stay still." Ghostface says as he locks your head in. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, "Open that pretty mouth of yours doll. I'm going to ruin that mouth of yours until it bleeds."

You were hesitant yet you knew disobeying would make it worse, you opened your mouth wide and stuck your pretty tongue out for the stranger like a good little doll.

"Good girl." He says as he pulled his cock out, without warning he grabbed your skull as tight as he could and jammed his cock inside your throat, making you whimper in pain and gag. His thrusts were brutal and hard, bruising your throat.

"Such a good fucking slut for me, stay still." He says as he digs his nails into your skull, forcing his cock to stretch your throat as he brutally pounded into it. He had no mercy for your throat, your gags and whimpers were like music to his ears. The way you cried and choked on his cock only turned him on more. He wanted to ruin you.

He grabbed your throat harshly, using it and tightening his grip around it. He choked you as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight. The way he used you made you so wet, you felt yourself approaching another orgasm.

He noticed the way your body shook and realized you were cumming without him permission, making him stop and give you a harsh slap, "Who gave you permission to cum, doll? I think you need to remember your place." He says as he positions himself behind you and looks at your used and puffy cunt.

"Look at your cunt, it's begging to be abused." He teased your lips, sliding his cock in between your lips and teasing your clit.

You moaned and you bucked your hips up, begging for his cock. He chuckled at your desperation, he positioned his cock along your stretched hole and slid right in. "Fuck, your pussy is still lose from earlier. You sucked me right in." He pounded into your loose pussy causing you to tremble in pleasure.

Your pussy was throbbing like crazy, begging for more. He noticed and continued to brutally fuck your restrained body. The thought of being able to use and abuse a doll like you, restrained and gagged, drove him insane. His touches got more possessive and his thoughts got more obsessive. You were his, he wanted nothing more than to claim your pathetic body as his.

"You're mine, you're my little sex doll."

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Ethan inhaled deeply when he saw you open the door, dressed in nothing but a slightly see through robe.

“Ethan! You’re finally here, I was so worried. I made tea, come inside, please,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him into your apartment. “I-I don’t have a spare room and my couch isn’t very comfortable, do you mind sleeping with me? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Ethan nodded immediately, quickly following you in as you pulled out a chair. “Please, sit down. Sit down, I made some vanilla chamomile tea! Do you like tea? It’s super sweet and hot, so if you like tea it’ll help with your throat.”

“I-I’ll have some tea,” he covers his lap with a thin napkin that did nothing to help hide his growing bulge. “Please.”

“Would you like black or red?”

“Bl-Black.”

You set down a black mug in front of him, a red in front of your own position as you giggle and start pouring tea from a small kettle. “I like the red mug better.”

He smiled as he slowly takes the mug, watching as you pause from sipping while he takes a loud gulp. “It’s r-really good.”

“You know, that mug has always been too small for other people,” you smiled. “I guess it’s perfect for you.”

He blushed madly, smiling as you giggle and put your feet into his lap. It makes him flinch, but you missed it as you take another long sip.

“Y-Y/N, I have something to tell you,” his voice was shaky as you paused, raising a brow. “I-I…”

“You’re hard?” You tilt your head, flicking off the napkin with your feet. “It’s hard to not notice, Ethan.”

He gasps as your foot starts to rub him through his jeans, whimpering as you added more pressure. “Y-Y/N, please, fuck, please.”

“Please what?” You stand, slowly dropping to your knees in front of him. “Depending on the size of your dick, I might fuck you.”

He nodded, head bobbing up and down as you slowly tap at his bulge. He whimpered, your brow raising. “Well, are you going to take off your pants or what?”

“Yes! Yes, I will,” he slips them off quickly, frantically as you hummed and rubbed at his tip, flicking it to watch his jaw clench and his cock bob. “A-Am I good enough?”

You giggled, licking his tip. “Yeah, you are.”

He couldn’t help himself, not when your mouth was hot on his cock and your chin was covered in dripping cum and saliva. Your eyes were rolled back as you deep throated him, groaning and moaning making vibrations travel up his cock while he was a moaning mess under you.

He could barely breathe, the woman of his dreams was sucking his cock like a lollipop, her hands pumping and rubbing every way that made his mind hazy. His hips buck, whimpers falling from his mouth as you pulled away for a quick breath, continuing to pump him. “Only been doing this for a few minutes and you’re already about to cum? You better bounce back quick, Landry.”

He nods immediately, whimpering. “I will, I will I promise. Please, please please please, I want to cum, can I cum?”

You hummed as you swirled your tongue around his tip, pulling him balls deep into your mouth to squeeze them in your hands, a broken scream leaving his lips as you sucked as hard as you could, eyes rolling back as he came. It didn’t stop for a while, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out loud moans, hips bucking. You kept him in your mouth until he finished, the amount of cum spurting down your throat making you choke.

You inhaled deeply as you pulled away, wiping the cum that dribbled down your chin as he pants, whimpering as you continued to pump his softened cock. It doesn’t take him long to get hard again, your lips softly pressing against his tip.

“You gonna be a good boy and fuck me?”

He nodded his head immediately, desperately. “Yes, yes ma’am I will.”

You honestly couldn’t believe it was Ethan’s first time. He was restless, whiny and desperate as he begged for you to let him fuck you again, your cunt spent and full of his cum. He was on bad marks, cumming inside of you without permission the second time.

“No! No, please, I’ll be good,” he whines as you scoop the cum out of your pussy, pushing it into your mouth. “Please, I promise.”

You stared at his cock, bobbing over your pussy as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. “Will you be good?”

“Yes! Yes I’ll be good, I promise!” He yelled, whining as he pushed his tip against your clit to watch your hips buck. “I’ll make you feel so good, Y/N, I promise.”

You hummed as you spread your legs once again, watching as he slots himself between them and pumps his cock right above your clit. “How long have you thought about fucking me, Landry?”

“S-Since I saw you,” he whimpers, whining as he bucks his hips and begins to push into your cunt. It wasn’t like you weren’t ready, but it was as though he was harder than he had ever been before, and it made your pussy stretch wider than he had ever thought. His eyes rolled back, mouth lulling open with loud moans as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanted to fuck you over the desks when I saw you in that pink skirt and white tank top, wanted to fill your pretty cunt with so much cum you could taste it.”

The thought made your eyes roll back, nails scratching down his chest with a loud whine. You never thought a virgin like Ethan Landry would be so filthy, just like you, with a breeding kink you needed almost to survive.

“Ethan! No, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You begged for the first time that night, whining loudly as you pulled him closer with your legs, not letting him pull out to pump himself. It wasn’t like he needed to, your pussy was tight enough, but he needed to slow down just a bit so he wouldn’t go painting you insides white like he wanted to.

“Y/N, please! Please, I need to cum inside of you, please! I promise, I’ll be a good fuck toy for you, I’ll pump you full of cum as much as you want, I’ll fuck you anywhere and everywhere and have it leaking out of your skirt and through your pretty fucking panties- holy shit!” He screams out as you pulled him down, kissing him for the first time that night.

He whined against your lips, tongue pushing into your mouth, desperate to taste you as your nails dragged along his back. “You’ll be a good pussy slut for me? Someone I can fuck whenever I want? Hm?”

He nodded desperately, whining. “Yes! Yes, I’ll always be hard for you, I’ll fuck you wherever you want!”

You giggle, holding back a loud moan as you dig your nails into his back. “Cum inside, Ethan, please. Please, and I’ll make sure the rest of the night is one you’ll never forget.”

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⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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Loss of Innocence . Ethan Landry x fem! Reader

18+, MDNI !!

Small hands against familiar brown curls. A hand snaking across your waist. The smell of boy’s cologne and soap. It’s all permeating your senses as you press against your best friend and kiss him. He’s warm and so much bigger than you, lanky and gorgeous. Ethan.

You can’t even remember how you both had gotten here. It was a regular night— a Saturday, movies and popcorn, a comfortable silence and the occasional joke in between.

And then the next, your hands are travelling over Ethan’s fit back, your crotch grinding desperately against his as he presses his lips to yours. His tongue grazes your lips, teasing but not quite wanting to go inside the warm canal of your mouth. His shirt had been thrown somewhere across the room, and for that you’re thankful. The gym has done your friend some good.

“Ethan,” you breathe, as his hands hover over the clip of your bra. “Wait.”

He obeys your commands, looking up at you with furrowed brows.

“Is something wrong?”

Shaking your head, you pull away with a small smile.

“Just wanna move this to my room, that’s all.”

He nods, lower lip coming in between his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

It’s simple like that, at first. Gentle. But the moment that the both of your clothes are off, the tension in the room grows thick. Ethan’s on top of you now, bare cock rubbing up and down your folds with impressive patience. Your hands are smoothing over his muscled shoulders, hips grinding against his girthy length.

“‘M so wet,” you mutter, whiny and breathless. “So wet for you, E.”

“I know,” he replies. “I know, baby.”

His large hand grabs your much smaller one, making you wrap your fingers around his shaft.

“Put it inside,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek with unbridled sweetness. “Put my dick inside you like a good girl.”

You mewl, feeling the slippery skin of his cock— the first one that you’ve ever touched, heavy and sticky— and you rub it up against your slit. He hums, looking down with furrowed brows as you press his thick cockhead into your entrance. Your mouth drops open at his size, a burn accommodating from the stretch. But you don’t mind it. It makes you hungry— cock hungry, a completely brain dead slut.

He’s halfway in now, and your tiny hole is bigger now. Adjusting to him, inviting him deep inside, snugly burying him in your most special place. He looks down at you with a primal stare. His mouth drops open still, showing the signs of his utmost pleasure.

Your wide doe eyes lock with his, and slick drips down your thighs.

Gaze flitting down. Full, pressing to the hilt.

“You’re so tight,” ethan breathes, cock kicking as he gives you time to adjust. “Takin’ me so well. Like a good slut.”

It’s not a word you ever thought you’d like to hear out of your angel’s lips. But a heavy, high pitched moan reverberates throughout the room.

“‘M your slut,” you whine to him, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Fuck me, Eth. Please fuck me.”

He lets out a groan, leaning back on his haunches so he can grab ahold of your hips and pull your spread thighs over his.

“Yeah?” He gives a teasing thrust, then another. Slow, gentle. Then a harsher one that makes you keen and lift your back off the mattress. “Like that, baby? Want me to pop your little cherry like that?”

You nod eagerly, though you know he’s probably already done it. The little remnants of blood on his cock can vouch for that.

He grits his teeth, pulls out. Takes hold of your waist, fingers splaying over your hipbones, and thrusts you down onto his cock. Tears well in your eyes, and with an arrogant smirk he does it again. Fucking you onto his cock — not fucking himself into you, like you would’ve originally thought. Instead, he’s using you like a fleshlight.

“Oh!” You cry out, fingers digging into your sheets. He hits a spongey spot inside you, making you clench desperately around him.

“Awww,” Ethan coos, biceps flexing. “Is that it, pretty girl? Your little princess spot?”

“Yes,” you whine out, hands moving down to his thighs. Squeezing the muscled skin there, your eyes roll back as he repeatedly slams against it. “Yes yes yes..”

Sweat drips down his brow, tongue running over his lips. His abs tense as he pounds your dripping pussy.

“Wanted you like this for so fuckin’ long,” he says. “Always teasing me, lettin’ me see those little panties that you wear under your skirt. God, you needed this, didn’t you? Needed my big cock in your needy little pussy?”

As his fingers drop to your clit, you try to nod but you deem it impossible. He rubs circles into your swollen bud, exactly how you like it.

“You’re gonna cum,” he demands. “You’re gonna cum all over my fucking cock.”

Tears finally drip down your cheeks, a sob racking through you as you do exactly as he says. White hot heat creeps up your body, toes curling as he helps you ride out your high. Fucking you still, he leans down and captures one of your nipples in between his teeth. Drool seeps out of your mouth, cunt puffy and still swollen from arousal. His tongue runs over the peak of your areola, leaving it spit slick and pebbled.

“Such perfect fuckin’ tits,” he mutters, merely to himself.

Mouth open, drool still pooling, you let Ethan grab you by the throat and drip his own saliva onto your tongue. He does it slow, watching the way it hits the warm muscle. Slapping your cheek, he demands, “swallow.”

Your throat bobs as you taste him, gulping him down and opening your mouth back up so he can see.

Watching with glazed eyes, his hips stutter and he groans.

“Fuck, princess. I’m gonna cum.”

“Mmm,” you whimper out, brows furrowed in pleasure. “Cum inside me. Please, please, I need you to fill me up.”

With one last thrust, his cock shoots a nice, warm load into your gaping pussy.

He watches, transfixed, as it drips out of your hole and around his cock. Clenching, you milk him for everything he has until his grunts are bordering on choked sobs. When he pulls out, watching his load pool in a small puddle underneath you, his cock twitches. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he turns you over onto your stomach and lifts your ass up against him. Your brows furrow, and you look back behind you.

“Eth?”

“Shut up,” he growls, tip probing at you once again. “‘M not done with you yet.”

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Housewife

Part - 1

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

"Do you have anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" You hated this. First days were known to be horrible for a reason. Why on earth would you want to tell a room full of strangers some random fact about you? They don't care if you have a pet nor do they want to know why you're here. The room was dead silent waiting for you to hurry up and sit down. "Umm-"

"What's your cup size?" A boy asked making the other kids in the class snicker. The dark-haired boy next to him smiled shaking his head in disapproval. "Steven I'm not doing this with you today, out." Steven groaned already grabbing his books. "But miss-" With a stern point of the finger she spoke again. "Out!" The class once again fell silent and you couldn't possibly feel more uncomfortable. You've done nothing wrong yet within 5 minutes you feel everyone staring at you with disdain.

Once the door closed behind Steven the teacher spoke again. "I'm terribly sorry Y/n. Just take Steven's spot for today and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." A simple nod was all you could muster. All you had was a pencil in your hand and a bright yellow notebook sitting on top of your new desk. You closed your eyes trying to fast-forward time. This was the last class of the day and it could honestly not be worse. "Don't worry about him he's a dick." The note on your desk read. The boy to your left looked at you then the paper wanting you to send the note back.

With a quick scribble, you handed him the paper. A huffed laugh left his lips as he read "You are what you eat." The note was then crumpled and shoved into his pocket. That seemed to be the end of your conversation with the stranger but you pushed further. Leaning to the side you whisper, "What's your name?" Instead of saying anything he opened up his notebook. The black and white cover was scuffed showing obvious signs of use. He lifted the book showing you the inside. With a single word written in big letters. 'Billy.'

The class went on, no more pleasantries being exchanged. The bell rang signaling the tiring day was over. You were going to say something else to Billy but he was up and gone by the time you looked up. "So much for that." You mumbled as you got up. The movies always showed the new girl getting all the attention. Everyone tries to quickly mold her into their cult-like clique. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or the way you wore your hair that made you look like a prude. Growing up with your grandparents sets you up for a life of social isolation.

The parking lot was crowded but not crowded enough to not see your bright red car. Just as visible was the short-haired boy sitting on the hood. "Get off my car." You scolded flatly. "Holy shit this is yours!? How'd you get it?" He asked bouncing with joy. "It's my dad's so I don't want you sitting on it. Thanks." You tossed your bags in the car as he continued talking. Just a second ago you were praying Billy would keep up some conversation. Now you're wanting nothing more than to get home. "Man look it's Christine!" He shouted as the girl next to him covered her ears. "Is he always this loud?" She laughed at the question shaking her head up and down. "Unfortunately. I'm Tatum, so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?"

A puzzled look fell over your features. "Who's talking about me?" Before she could answer Billy walks up to the car. "This is nice." His blabbering friend seems disappointed with that answer. "Nice? It's fucking awesome! Can we ride in it?" He turns to beg you. Billy looked over at you raising his eyebrows in silent confusion. "I don't even know you." What part of 'dads' car did he not understand? "I'm Stu, this is Billy."

"We've met." Billy says gesturing towards you. "it's nice to meet you Stu but I don't give rides to strangers." He walks over throwing his arm over your shoulder. Way too much physical contact from someone you don't know. "Well you know my friend Billy and now you know me. I'd say we're all friends here." Tatum rolls her eyes at her friend's antics. "If you two are going to harass this poor woman I'm leaving. I've got to catch up with Sydney. See ya, babe." She blew a kiss at Stu which he caught.

"Pleaseeeee." He begged. Just as Billy was about to intervene you agreed. "Fine but no food, drink, cigarettes, or really anything that could mess up this car. Got it?" You laid out the rules as you climbed into the driver's seat. Stu bit his lip nodding his head. "Yes ma'am. Come on man." Stu said as he jumped in the car. Billy stood awkwardly looking down at his feet. His eyes nervously looked around almost like he was late for something. "Go without me I've got some errands to run." Stu stuck his head out of the window. You tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "Come on man Christine is like your favorite movie." At this, Billy laughed.

"No, I think you're confusing things. A murderous car is definitely more your speed." At this point, you regretted saying yes to Stu. "Please come with us I don't trust him." Stu covered his heart in fake hurt. "If you should be worried about anybody you should worry about Billy." You seriously doubted that. Sure he was quiet and a little unnerving but he might just be shy. "Fuck it." His hands smack his thighs in defeat. Stu loudly rejoices at his friend's surrender. "Get in the back."

You figured Stu would put up a fight considering he was there first. Yet he opened the door with sad eyes and quietly got into the back. It was strange. You weren't sure how long these two had been friends but it was an odd dynamic. "Why do you get to sit next to her?" Stu whined from the back seat. "Because she doesn't trust you." A laugh forced its way from your throat. "Who said I trusted you? According to him, I should be careful around you." You pointed to the man in the back who gladly smiled. Billy propped his arm on the window shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry but dressed like that you need to be careful with everyone."

"Gotta agree with him on that. You look like Betty Crocker." Stu leaned his head on the seat between you and Billy. "Don't get me wrong it's kinda sexy but still very grandma." With a roll of your eyes, you started the car, hearing the engine purr to life. The boy next to you cracked such a small smile you'd have to catch it on camera for proof that it happened. "This is amazing! I fucking love you, Betty Crocker." Stu kissed you on the cheek making your nose crinkle. At that, Billy actually laughed. Nothing too dramatic though. "Ew can you not touch me at all? Jesus Christ." With one hand on the wheel, you took the other to wipe your cheek.

"Now you see what I put up with," Billy adds. "Oh, so you kiss him too huh?" You drove out of the parking lot heading to the main road. "Only on weekends." Stu shrugged. You giggled but Billy didn't seem to find anything funny. "So what brings you to this hell hole?" He asks still keeping his eyes out the window. "Me and my moved into my grandparent's house after they passed. He found a good job here too so ta-da here I am" Stu leaned forward to press buttons on the dash which you promptly swatted his hand away. "What is your deal with this car?"

Stu seemed shocked you had to even ask. "It's Christine baby! The man-eating car." You blinked a few times a little confused. "You know the John Carpenter film? Came out in 1983. Same guy that directed Halloween with Michael Myers." Billy seemed interested in this conversation more so than others. His whole body seem to turn towards you actively listening to anything you had to say. "Of course, I know Halloween I've just not seen Christine." It was Billy's turn to pick at you. "You're telling me you've never seen Christine but you've got the car?"

He must be brain-dead to think you got a car based on a movie. "This is a 58' Plymouth. It is way older than the Christine movie. I've got the original if you ask me." Stu looked like he was adding numbers to fact-check your math. Billy on the other hand had the same stoic expression on his face. His eyes dragged up and down you seemingly trying to figure out something. "Say where do you two live?" Stu gave out directions to his house without hesitation. "You can just drop me off at his place." You nod in Billy's direction as you focus on the road.

"Why do you dress like this?" Billy picks at the fabric of your dress. It seems no one in this town knows what personal boundaries are. But you guess it beats the awkwardness of a new friendship. With these two it's like you jumped ahead. "I like it." Plain and simple. Billy wasn't buying it either was Stu. "It's more than just that. You know people look at you differently do you get off on that sort of thing?" The question was rude. If you had a backbone of any sort you throw him out of the moving car. Being a people pleaser however made you give him an honest answer. "Maybe. Do I notice when people look at me hatefully? Duh. But at the end of the day, I'm happy they looked at me at all. I mean you both look like every other teenage boy out there. You don't want to stand out?"

Stu liked your answer it was honestly one he could relate to. "No, we like to blend in." That was all Billy said. It was a change from the chattiness before. "Well, what about you Stu?" Billy turned to look back at the boy. Meanwhile he was happy at being included. When it was just him with some girls he could say whatever he felt like. When Billy was around things were different. Just with his eyes he could tell Stu what and what not to say. He didn't mind of course he loved Billy more than he would ever know really. Plus he knew his personality could be a lot for new people. It was nice to have someone to let him know when enough was enough.

"Like he said we like to blend in. We're not big attention whores." He laughed. You don't think the comment was aimed at you but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. "What's your name?" Stu asked while he lay down in the back seat. "Y/n." Billy once again needed more of an answer. "Y/n what?" He was looking for a last name. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Stu's eyes shot back and forth between you two. "I would. That's why I asked."

"Well, you ask too many questions. Unless you're looking to change my last name I don't know why you'd need to know." Billy wasn't mad. Aggravated sure but not mad. You were smart. Not smart enough to tell two psychos to fuck off but smart enough to not hand out personal information easily. He'd have to work for it which he loved to do. "Is your place down this road Stu?" The boy perked up. A little sad that the ride was over. "Yeah just go on down."

"What are you doing this weekend?" Billy asked seeing his window of opportunity was closing. "Nothing much why?" More boring and cryptic answers. "We should come over to your place this weekend seeing as nothing's going on." Billy looked at his friend for backup. "Absolutely! I could bring a copy of Christine and we could get mad wasted!" Billy closed his eyes regretting asking him for anything. "I don't drink. Never had a reason to."

"Well, Ms. Crocker I'm giving you one." Unfortunately for these two you had self-preservation skills. Getting drunk with two men you don't know at your house is not smart. They act like you haven't seen any scary movies. "I'm not getting drunk with you two. I'll think about hanging out this weekend but no drinking. My dad would kill me if he knew I had two dudes in the house let alone drunk dudes." Billy could work with that. Stu was practically jumping at the idea to hang with you. For once he didn't have ulterior motives. He couldn't say the same for his friend who had that gleam in his eye he's seen before.

You pulled into the driveway saying goodbye to your new friends. "See you at school tomorrow?" Billy asked knowing the seat you occupied today would be permanently vacant so you could stay next to him. "Unfortunately. Bye, losers." You waved at the guys ready to get the hell home. The boys watched as you pulled away, the bright red car was easy to follow down the road. "What do you think about her?" Billy asked his friend. "She's alright man. Needs better taste in movies but I can fix that." Billy agreed but something just wasn't sitting right with him. In one day you managed to weasel your way into their lives. He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch movies with you or make you the star of one.

Part 2

A/N: I've been writing for about 5 years now but I'm new to the Scream fandom. I just recently watched the first movie and I can't seem to get these two out of my head so feedback is greatly appreciated! See ya lovelies 💞

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[august126]

✭・.First Times ✭・.

Virgin ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: Ethan is worried he’ll die a Virgin, maybe he was destined to be the one guy who never got laid. But, at a party, his destiny may be turning around for the better.

warnings: Smut (obviously), loss of virginity, Vaginal Fingering,Vaginal Sex,Size Kink, Jealousy, friends to lovers?,praise, masturbation, Ethan’s a lil nervous,alcohol indulgence, drinking/drunk characters, dirty talk ,and unprotected sex (stay safe)

“Am I gonna die a virgin?” y/n had heard Ethan say, a poor pathetic look on his face as he looked up at Mindy. y/n wanted to laugh, boys and seeing losing their virginity as a do or die situation. Mindy, and the rest of the group, give the curly haired boy a weird amused glance. “Way too much information” Mindy said before she continued to ramble on about possibilities of who the killer may be.

As the group split ways, y/n walked beside Ethan. 

“Are you really a virgin?” It slipped out before you could stop your self. your words halted Ethan in his step, turning to you with slightly flushed cheeks before continuing to walk, slower now. “Um, yeah. Is that surprising or something?” 

y/n pondered the idea. Ethan wasn’t ugly, he was quite attractive in y/n’s eyes matter-of-fact, but he comes off a little weird, which didn’t give him any bonus points, those factors could turn some people off. you hobbled a little and nudged his arms with your shoulder, an amused smirk on your lips. “It is kinda surprising, actually. You’re a pretty attractive guy. Just a little  weird.” 

Ethan didn’t say anything as they continued to walk, but he couldn’t hide the redness of his face or ears upon hearing y/n call him attractive.

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Parties weren’t really Ethan’s thing. Sweaty drunk bodies all piled together, flashing lights, music way too loud you can’t even hear your own voice. He agreed to come because everyone else was going. Mostly because y/n was going, and you had invited him personally.

He kept to himself in a corner of the room, a red solo cup in his hand that contained a small amount of alcohol. Not wanting to get black-out drunk tonight. 

Ethan’s eyes scanned the party, finally landing on you in the kitchen. Beside you was some guy he’d never seen. Was he even a student? He was tall, beard coming in, he couldn’t have been younger than 30. He was awfully close to you nearly pressing you to the counter as you drunkenly swayed while laughing. He felt something hot form in the pit of his stomach, rising to his chest as his fingers involuntarily gripped the cup tighter. 

White hot jealousy.

He had no reason to be jealous, y/n wasn’t his and was free to talk to whomever you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from glaring from across the room. 

The guy leaned down to whisper something into your ear, then motioned upstairs. His implication was very clear. He watched you laugh, say something, then pull away from him. Ethan hoped you had some sense left into you and didn’t follow some random freak upstairs. 

To his surprise, you was heading straight toward him. you said something that he didn’t pick up before you stumbled into his chest. Ethan let out a small puff of air as you layed against him. He hoped you couldn’t hear his increasing heartbeat to your proximity and touch. 

As you layed your head on him someone bumped into you from behind,  your drink splashing all over your front and part of Ethan’s shirt. “Shit!” you cursed, pulling away from him as you examined the state of you, you're ruined angel costume. Ethan was quick to spring to action, taking her cup from y/n and setting it on a side table. “Let’s get you cleaned up, I’m sure there’s a bathroom upstairs.” He said loud enough for y/n to hear as he dragged them both up the stairs.

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After many failed attempts of walking into rooms with making out couples, they eventually found the bathroom. Tucked away at the end of the hall.

you sat on the sink counter as you dabbed your dress with a towel, the spilt drink slowly soaking into the towel. Ethan sat on the toilet, facing you as he watched in silence. 

“Eth, can you help me? Im kinda spinning out here and dont have the strength in my arms to keep twisting this fucking dress” His heart jumped at the nickname as he stood to his feet, making his way to stand infront of you. “Yeah, hand me the towel.” you did, he took it from you and grabbed the hem of you dress gently, applying the towel to the dress as he let it soak up the drink.

He tried his best to ignore the straight-shot view of your white bra. The drink making the dress nearly translucent, leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallowed thickly as his ears burned red.

He moved the towel up, his knuckles ghosting over the underside of your chest. your sharp intake of breath made him dizzy. He lifted the towel and handed it out to you, “You should probably clean your chest yourself.”

But you refused to take it.

“Don’t be such a prude, I don’t mind.” Ethan stammered, eyes shifting from you to the towel. you laughed and leaned forward, your breath hot against his already burning ears, “I know you want to.” Ethan was rendered breathless, mouth dry as you leaned away. you even had the audacity to laugh afterwards. 

“Actually wait, I just remembered the girl who owns this place has a younger sister my age, she should have some spare clothe'' y/n interjected, standing from the sink and making your way out of the bathroom, Ethan following behind quietly. He took the time to catch his breath.

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you closed the door behind them as they stepped into the younger sister's room, you immediately going to her closet. Ethan glanced around the room, taking in the purple painted walls and hanging LED lights. His eyes caught y/n in his peripheral vision, he snapped his head towards her, lifting the dirty dress off your body leaving you covered by only a bra and your underwear. His eyes widened.

your skin glowed in the pink hue of the room, making it look soft to the touch. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands over the newly exposed skin, feel it under his palm.

“y/n—” Whatever Ethan was trying to say was cut short as you turned to look at him, still only a bra and underwear.  He swears he melted right on the spot the second you started walking towards him, he stepped back, knees hitting the edge of the bed. He was trapped. y/n took that as her opportunity to climb onto his lap. She embraced him, hot flesh against his . His heart pounded against his chest, it felt like it’d burst at any moment. Surely, y/n could feel it. 

“Take away all my worries Ethan. I’ve been so scared with the recent murders, knowing there’s another Ghostface out there. I could be next. So please, take away my worries, just for tonight.” you mumbled into his neck, he could feel wetness pool into his collar, she was crying. A hand found its way to the small of your back, your skin was warm against his hand. It was as soft as he imagined. 

He felt bad, being with you like this, lying to you. He knew you never forgive him after you found out. The horrible things he’s done to get closer to you and your friends. Overtime, he grew fond of you. And here you was, in his lap, damn near begging for him to distract you from his wrong-doings. He would allow you this, not just tonight, whenever you wanted until it was gone.

“Yeah, okay. What do you want me to do?” His voice was soft as he spoke, y/n shifted in his hold to face him. There was something in your eyes that Ethan couldn’t quite piece together. Until you connected the dots for him. 

“Make me feel good.” 

His breath was punched out of him as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. you wanted him to please you? How? He was telling the truth earlier about being a virgin. y/n could sense his hesitation and leaned in so their lips were nearly touching, “I’ll show you how.” Ethan nodded maybe a bit too enthusiastically but you laughed and gave him a chaste kiss near the edge of his lips before you sat back against his thighs. 

your hand linked with his as you manuvered it to your liking, slowly moving it down. you stopped to look into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not pressuring you to do anything.” Ethan was quiet for a second before he spoke, “I’ve never wanted anything more than this, from the moment I saw you.” Cheesy, but it still made you smile. 

y/n slowly moved his hand under her panties, placing his finger just above where she ached for him. The wetness there coated his finger, even through your panties. He made a small noise as you guided his finger up and down your clothed folds, slowly. you could feel him, in those confined jeans, pressing into your thigh. Even trapped in his jeans, he felt relatively bigger than you expected him to be. you stopped his movements, letting you self slip your panties to the side so he could really feel you. He choked a groan back when he felt you, wet, for him.

“Think you can go on from here?” He glanced up at you with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched enough videos to know what I'm supposed to be doing.” 

y/n let his wrist go, you immediately arching into his touch as he began moving his finger. He played with you for a while, gliding up and down, rubbing at your clit, taking you one stop closer to the edge each time. His fingers slowed down.

“y/n, is it okay if.. Can I put one in?”

God, yes.

y/n moaned into his collar, “Yes, please.” He was gentle as he did it, slowly inserting his index finger. He kept it still for a few seconds, giving you enough time to tell him if it was uncomfortable, when he didn’t get that, he began to move his finger. He set a rhythm, replacing it with his middle finger so his palm could cup the rest of you. y/n was falling apart in his lap, more noises escaped from your lips.

moving your hips just right so his fingers would hit the deepest part of you each time. Fuck, he had long fingers. Prodding that sensitive spot deep inside you with little effort, you only imagined how much deeper he could reach with something besides his fingers. That was enough to make you shudder, hips stuttering as you whined into his shoulder. 

He pulled his fingers out from you, they were coated with you. He brought them to his lips, putting a finger past his lips to taste you. 

Jesus christ.

y/n needed more of him, in any way he’d give it to you, but you wanted it now. 

“Ethan, please, more. I want you.” you begged, moving from his grasp to fall against the bed. you reached for him, beckoning him over. 

He shyly crawled up towards you, hovering above you. A deep blush made its way down your neck as you noticed how you practically disappeared beneath him, he was broad in ways you hadn’t noticed before. His entire body covered you and that only added to the fire building up inside you. 

“Are you sure?” He said above you, looking down with worry. 

you never been more sure about anything. 

you pulled him down to your lips crashing against each other so hard they bumped teeth. The shy and awkwardness surrounding Ethan from earlier had evaporated as his lips connected to your jaw. He was all teeth and tongue, sending delicious sparks of pleasure to your core every time he bit down near your neck. He wanted to leave marks so people could see. 

He sat up, shucking his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head. y/n was not disappointed at the sight before you, He had decent defined muscles on his abdomen and shoulders, deep lines that traveled past his waistband.He was quick with his belt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His jeans followed, leaving him only in his black boxers. He was straining against the fabric but ignored himself to pay attention to y/n for a while longer. 

Ethan pulled away from your poor bruised neck, not being able to keep himself in the confines of his boxers any longer as it began to hurt. “Shit, I uh, don’t have a condom.” y/n huffed a laugh, “Of course you don’t. It's ok, just pull out. I want to feel you.” He swallowed and nodded, his shyness back. He reached to his boxers, finally freeing his dick. y/n eyes followed, eyes widening slightly. It's always the virgin boys. He certainly was over average. 

“Ready?” He asked, you nodded. “Ready.”

His hands found your hips as he slowly pushed in, the stretch was painful and it burned, but y/n pushed through as he entered you inch by inch, you let out a painful sigh. Ethan was still, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him. y/n had never been so full.

It took you a few minutes for the burning to go away, which must've been hell for Ethan.

“Move. You— you can move now.” Ethan let out a breath of relief as he pulled out a couple inches and pushed back in. The burn was not as bad, it definitely helped that he was moving now instead of being still inside you.

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He moved inside of you with ease, stretching you beyond what you thought you could take. “F—fuck, I feel like you’re splitting me in half.” y/n whimpered as he thrust in deeply, making your body jump on the bed. Ethan was watching where their bodies connected, watching himself move in and out of you. 

“God, you take me so well.” He hadn’t meant to say it outloud, a stranger to dirty talk but it spurred y/n on, so y/n asking him to keep talking to her. So he did. Lots of, ‘You’re doing so good, Look how good you take me, You were made for me’ and more along those lines. 

your moans grew quicker, signialing you was close. your orgasm was like a rubber band, being pulled back until it finally snapped. you shuddered against him, fingers digging into his back—leaving little crescents. you clenched around him hard making him groan, he almost looked like he was in pain. “y/n— don’t do that, I’ll cum too soon.” he gritted out, giving you a particularly harsh thrust that rocked your body. 

Ethan’s thrusts grew more erratic, hips snapping against into you with fervor. His hands left your hips to grab at your wrists, pinning you arms above your head as he used those as leverage. you squirmed against his grip but to no avail. you felt as though his thrusts would leave bruises on your hips as each thrust hit the deepest part of you it could go. 

“Oh– Fuck.” Ethan slipped out of you quickly, using his hand to get him to release. His hips rocked into his palm as he spilt out cum on to your stomach. Tainting the your skin with milky white. 

He dropped ontop of you, careful not to put his full weight on you. His head between the junction of you shoulder, leaving small breathless kisses in their wake. 

“Not to boost your ego, but you don’t fuck like a virgin.” y/n heard him laugh shyly against you. How he can go from fucking you like there was no tomorrow yet still getting shy is beyond you. 

“Let's stay here for a bit, then we get cleaned up. Then we can leave this lame party.” Ethan made a sound of agreement.

The two falling into a comfortable silence beside one another.

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[evilpinemarten]

⸻ morning daze

✦ tara carpenter x gn!reader

✦ summary. it's a school morning for you and tara. when you wake up next to her you find her hair a mess and her mood for the day is "i love you. fuck school."

✦ word count. 836

Tara was notorious for having bedhead in the morning. This was obvious though due to her hair always getting messed up even when awake; whether it be running from Ghostface, changing clothes, or simply going downstairs to get the mail, she always found a way to ruffle her hair despite not even touching it. It was one of your favorite things about her. 

But the mornings when she had been sleeping hard were your favorite times. 

The soft skin of her face possessed the indentations of her pillow, while her cheeks held a glowing rouge that expressed the warmth shared between the two of you during the hours of darkness. Her small body was curled up in the blankets as she remained close to you, but she could never fool you with her serenity. She moved in her sleep, and she moved a lot; blame it on her dreams or her body’s comfortability level, she was always stirring. She talked in her sleep too, murmuring through sleepy moans and calling out objections, pleasured expressions, or your name. No matter what it was, you would move towards her, pull the covers up, and nestle yourself into her; shushing her whimpers, pressing kisses to her head, and making sure she could feel your presence. And most of the time, it worked. 

But this morning, she was peaceful and weighed down by sleep, which brought out her dependent nature to compliment. 

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, brushing Tara’s disheveled bangs from her face.

She smiled back, her eyelids heavy and her breathing soft aside from the drowsy sigh she gave to sink further into her pillow. 

You giggled and kissed her now bare forehead before letting go of her locks, which allowed her messy hair to fall back into place. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm-hm…” Tara shuffled closer to you and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck. 

“I can tell.” You traced the red marks that were revealed when the blankets slipped off Tara’s shoulders, “And your dreams?”

Tara hummed, drifting in and out of consciousness as she embraced the love embedded in your contact. She could hardly muster enough strength to reply, but she forced herself into one as she pressed her lips into your neck. “Dreamed of you…”

You smiled as you breathed in her scent, “All good I hope?”

She nodded, wrapping her arm around you to settle into another slumber. She forgot it was a school morning. 

You both had class, and by your grace, you had given her an extra thirty to forty-five minutes of sleep, while you simply spent that time taking in your girlfriend, your sleeping beauty, your Tara Carpenter. “We have to get up, Tara… We have class, remember?”

Tara just whined and held onto you tighter, pressing her body into yours and flinging her top leg over yours to lock you in. “I don’t wanna go…”

Her voice was muffled, having you chuckle, “Huh?”

“I wanna stay in bed with you…,” she kept her position but lifted her head slightly, “Fuck school…”

You laughed and propped yourself up on your forearm, forcing Tara to come up with you. “Look at me.”

She obeyed; her sleepy eyes longing for you as her lower lip puckered out in hopes you would succumb and stay in bed with her. But as much as you wanted to, you knew how strict your professor was on absences, so you had to reluctantly push your desires aside and suffice the both of you with an apologetic but loving kiss on the lips. 

Tara took you eagerly, keeping you a few more moments than you intended, but of course, you didn’t mind. It was the most you could do for her right now after all.

“You know I have to go…”

“I know,” Tara mumbled, leaning into you for a proper morning hug with her arms secured around your waist.

You gave her a few playful nuzzles to make her giggle before sitting back and running your fingers through her tangled hair. “Now, come on. You’re not going to class with your hair like this.”

“Why not?” Tara complained in a small tantrum, watching you slip off the bed and round the corner to pick her up, which she happily accepted despite the pout still present on her face. “You said you liked it…”

“I do!” You brought her to the bathroom where you sat her on the commode to fetch a comb and gently brush through her locks before whispering, “But I like it more when we can stay in bed all morning.”

Tara gave a huff of disappointment before turning back to gaze at you with puppy-dog eyes. “I need another kiss then. You know, to make up for that.”

And with a scoff of amusement, you kissed her.

“We’re staying in bed tomorrow, Y/n.” She smirked when she pulled away to let you resume your grooming. “I’m serious.”

And in turn, you laughed. “We’ll do whatever you want, my love.”

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[nouearth]

a star in the making.

chad meeks-martin x male reader x danny brackett.

wc: 4.8k. genre: smut. warnings: explicit sex, threesome, spitting, gagging, throat-fucking, slapping, rough-handling, double-penetration, dirty-talk, video recording, top!danny, top!chad, bottom!reader.

a/n: and i thought i couldn't get nastier.......

request: anon.

“and...” chad centered the tripod by the foot of the bed after locking the legs sturdy to the ground. the camera was tilted down at a slight degree, framing the bed into position, and once the stability met his standard, he pressed the record button with a smile. “we’re set.”

you’ve been watching him, bare except your briefs, kneeled on the bed while curiosity trapped your mouth into a vault. one, two, and three tripods surrounded the bed; one at each side, and the final one settled in the middle, directly feasting your obedience with its camera lens. when you looked to the left, so was danny, transfixed by the eagerness you held, and even sprouted, when all three cameras blinked red.

“all set from here.” danny chuckled, a gentle pat to the arm of the tripod assured its stability.

normally, others would be nervous, confidence beaten by nerves, if they were to be recorded like this.

as cliché as it sounded, you weren’t like others.

everywhere you turned, all eyes were on you, and you warmed another smile, shy yet alluring because you wanted this, and so did they. every blink of red fueled a need inside of you. a desire to perform, and you were motivated to make a stunning debut, even if it would only be in the hands and eyes of the two men.

“do you always record these stuff?” there was admiration in your eyes, and it reflected onto their smiles, egotistical and cocky, as each man gave the camera one more check.

“only those that are willing, and…” chad climbed onto the bed, towards you, until he found your lips in its scurried endeavor. sweet at first, but his tongue pushed your mouth open wider, merely having his fix of the taste of your desire. you took him in with a laugh, moaned when his tongue slid to you, over you, in an open-mouthed venture.

“those we think can take it,” a low whisper rumbled in the other side of your ear and before you could break away from the kiss, you were pulled to another pair of plump flesh, rougher now as danny held your jaw, tasted the remnants of chad, and most importantly—you. “take us with no problem.”

both of their warm bodies sandwiched you into a comforting embrace of heat and need. chad pressed his palm to your inner thigh, squeezing while his lips found a home near your clavicle. “introduce yourself.”

it was a pain for danny to tear himself from the kiss, but he does so at chad’s demand, pecking you once more on the center of your swollen pair before nodding towards the center camera. “scoot up a little. name, age, and why you’re here.”

you do as you were told, scooting up, though not too far from the nude pair, and gazed into the void of the camera lens as you revealed your name and age. “i’m here because…”

“i…” wary eyes found their way back to the two men, and they nodded, assuring you of the process, but also for you to continue it because you can smell it—lust. “want to be fucked.”

“whoa, someone has a potty mouth.” chad cracked, and danny joined with a chuckle. “quarter in the swear jar, (m/n).”

danny then reached over to pinch at the soft flesh on your waist, sucking in a lower lip because the gentlest touch made you jolt. “how do you want to be fucked?”

“you too, danny.” chad laughed, nudging the aforementioned man’s bare side with his elbow, and danny abided with another squeeze to your waist, dropping air into chad’s jar.

“i guess, well… hard.” the thought trailed your words into a mutter, and you took a beat before confessing, a rush of heat fled to your cheeks and neck. “i want to be wrecked.” your thumb began drumming on the mattress, hands planted by your hip. “don’t get me wrong, i love vanilla as much as anyone, but sometimes, you just need to spice things up.”

“i get that,” you felt a rough hand spider down your spine, then explored the canvas of your skin like a fresh book. the tensed muscles in your back told a story. from the way you shivered when he caressed near your waist, to the way you exhaled a heavy sigh he squeezed at your right shoulder, he wanted to dissect every fiber of your being—every chapter to the story. “so, you’re saying you’d do anything to get wrecked?”

“anything.” another breathy sigh fell to your lips when danny leaned forward to latch to the other side of your neck, suckling deep and hard enough to then draw a moan. a soft one, but nonetheless, he was endeared by it, persuaded to dig another one out of you, and he does so easily.

“anything?” danny mumbled into the sore spot of your neck before moving onto another patch of skin, repeating the same process while blindly taking your hand to rest on his erection, growing bigger and thicker in your palm.

in midst, chad stroked himself silently to the melt of your body, to the wet sounds of danny’s hickeys, to the goosebumps on your arm when he began fondling your thigh, to the sudden spring and hop of your cock, when danny made you squeeze your hand around him, guiding you in loose pumps. 

you can’t let go. not that you would want to in the first place, because he filled you up with girth, thick and heavy in your sweaty palm, unshaven thick hairs woven into the indentation of your fingers as you stroked danny’s cock, squeezed the pulsating veins until he was throbbing hard.

“you like that big cock?” danny unraveled your fist before slapping the thick of shaft onto the center of your palm, a smirk sprouted while you watched agape. hypnotized by the stiffness of his meat, then the bounce of his balls when he brought your hand beneath the sack, stroking himself to your enchantment. the thick and loose sack bounced heavily into your palm, even with the slowest rhythm, and it was embarrassing to admit how easily you could come undone from this.

“or do you like this big cock more, hm?” suddenly, your other hand felt warm, hot now as your fingers wrapped around another thick girth. more curved compared to the former, and you pleasantly confirmed it with your eyes, gulping down any forthcoming opinions. 

you couldn’t answer. they were both… so different. danny’s cock was bushier, plumper in the head with a thick skin covering majority of the glans, and curved downwards as if it was made to fuck your throat, as if the sheer weight of his own cock wasn’t able to sustain itself. while chad’s cock sported a proud curve, a slope that was practically made to accommodate the size of your hand and your needy strokes, and most importantly, as if it was made to break you. both of their cocks were, if you were being honest. you’d have no complaints if one were to switch roles with the other, because in the end, you’d have them either way.

in any way.

“both, you know i can’t decide, i—“ you swallowed and looked at chad, licking your lips when you switched your gaze back to his cock, then to danny’s, then back to chad’s again. a delirious dilemma ruined you, and your mouth itched to solve it.

“well, if you can’t decide then,” danny began kneeling tall on the bed, towering over your position, and chad followed suit. two shadows loomed over you, engulfed you with darkness, and you swallowed any amount of pride you had left because you never felt smaller. your hands released their cocks and you watched as their shadows swung heavily over your face like tree branches over a windowsill. “you’re going to have to work extra hard tonight.”

“i said i’d do anything,” musk was heavy in the air, and even more so when you inhaled beneath danny’s cock, the tip of your nose trailed along the downward curve, and then you juxtaposed it with chad’s, sniffing upwards like an animal in heat, touching yourself through your tightened briefs. “right?”

“right.” when your nose reached the tip of chad’s cock, chad took the perfect opportunity to shove your promise down your throat. 

thick and heavy on your tongue, your mouth stretched wide to lodge his length as far as you could, wetting and swallowing him with difficulty. it was further helped by danny’s palm on the back of your head, his fingers locked into your hair while he pushed you lower, denuding you into a gargled mess of gags and coughs.

“fuck, that’s a good boy. look at how well you’re taking chad’s cock.” danny’s grip on your hair was stronger, harder, as he yanked you up for barely a breath. you inhaled with a gasp, in what felt like a millisecond, before it was exhaled into another gag when he pushed the remaining oxygen into the pit of your stomach. your eyes closed tight when danny’s hold on you kept your mouth grounded to chad’s pelvis. chad shivered, exhaled with a guttural groan, while you swallowed him whole, with tears in your eyes, with a force on your head that refused your pleas to be released, and you liked it—no, you loved it.

you loved having your jaw ache, having to breathe through your nose and into chad’s shaven hairs. when you were pulled back, you loved feeling that cathartic release of stealing back the oxygen that was taken away from you. you also loved seeing your spit drench chad’s heavy cock, coating it with thick sheen and small bubbles enough to weigh—swing—him down because your gags were uncontrollable, undeniably resistible. the spit was a bridge from your lips to the plump, swollen tip of his cock, and you drove through it on your own terms with eagerness. an amused laugh flushed your skin, and you could feel danny’s hand drop to the back of your neck, grasping the skin as if it could close your throat around the mouthful of cock.

“god, your mouth is fucking made for this.” chad breathed out, his muscles flexed when you swallowed him in your hot throat. another gag curled the inside of your stomach, and you pulled back up to slurp around him, sniffling fresh air, then spitting back out when you just slurped. your hand worked soundly, spreading the thick and sticky mixture of your saliva over his entire length in one buttery stroke. “you’re a cock whore, aren’t you? look how much of a mess you are. look how eager you are to take us both.”

“practically foaming at the mouth.” danny’s grin was replaced with awe as the swell of your lips beat redder. then astonishment when you greeted him with a lazy, spitting smile. “fuck.” 

several wet strokes now before you turned towards danny to take him down your throat, conforming to the portrait they’ve expected—anticipated—of you. they remained kneeling, each by your side, and while you pumped chad’s wet cock, you deviantly inhaled danny’s with a prideful smile, the sound of their collective groans only fueling it further. saliva dripped copiously from your mouth, and you slurped whatever would try to leak out, even if your mouth was full.

“shit, that’s what i’m talking about,” he gently slapped the side of your cheek that bulged from his cock, groaning louder when you pressed the inside of the flesh harder to the swollen head. then again, and again, and you profusely took the several quick slaps until your cheek memorized the shape of his cock—every vein and every inch. “you like that big cock, don’t you?” the sound of your moan vibrated around him, and danny shuddered. “yeah, you do. fuck.”

there would be moments where your mouth felt overstuffed, so you’d release danny in one smooth, moaning pull, and tongue his balls. they bounced heavily on the flicking muscle, rolled within the messy slobber of your mouth, and twitched when you dragged the heavy weight all over your face, smearing the spittle and musk over your chin, lips, nose, forehead. back again, until it inked deep into you. you slapped danny’s cock several times onto your cheek, hard and wet on the bone, and you moaned, delirious, as you stuck your tongue out for him, staring up at the doting gaze that laved over you. 

until you smelled of nothing but a whore.

you then did the same to chad, because you were greedy. cock was all you could think about, and you wanted to drown yourself in it even if you couldn’t breathe. danny’s gaze over you were hazy when you alternated between sucks, and when you switched over to sucking off chad again, his were enlightened. “you look so good like this, fuck…” 

as if they read your mind, the two men scooted closer until the flush of your cheeks was surrounded by their cocks, dripping in your matter. the cameras winked with red, and you smiled towards the center while you stroked both the heavy weights simultaneously, alternating your tongue back to the glans after you refueled your breath.

“fuck, this is what i’m talking about.” your face scrunched when you pulled danny’s foreskin forward, squeezing the skin till it masked the swollen head, and you drooled when a thick string of pre-cum leaked from the slit. his moans fell along with the web of fluid, low and guttural as if you pulled those sounds straight from him.

before you could have a turn with chad’s cock, he was set on his own endeavor to rapture you as your mouth was back to being filled again. a gasp buried deep into your wet throat, words gargled now because danny unexpected pushed into your mouth as well, and all you could do was take it. you took their two cocks in your mouth, breathing quickly because you’ve never felt so full.

“holy fuck— that’s a good boy, fuck.“ chad breathed heavily, his hold on the back of your head stronger as he pushed you forward to their thrusts.

“god, where did you find him? haven’t felt a mouth like this in fucking forever.” danny groaned when your teeth brushed against him, and your heart raced because you needed to open your mouth wider. impossibly bigger to properly take the both of them. passion was fortified by their astounded comments, and you heard every appraisal in the book, quickly took your briefs off and stroke your cock to it, because you could come from this. 

from being full.

your mouth stretched with a sting building at the corners, and no matter how many times you tried to blink the feeling away, they only pulled the flesh open, wider, more and more, as they did their best to fuck into your throat. minuscule thrusts, careful not to hurt you, but nonetheless, driven by their animalistic need to wreck you. their cocks rubbed and poked together, against one another, veins throbbed unevenly into the back of your throat. there were lazy attempts to slurp the copious amount of saliva dripping out, but it was futile at this point when you were practically like a waterfall at this point. 

the cameras shamed you for who you were in this moment, calling you disgusting names as they watched you become a bubbling, gargling mess. as they watched chad and danny fuck into your gargles. helpless, but they weren’t here to save you. 

they were here to watch.

“fuck, baby—“ chad yanked your head back and you thankfully coughed out a mixture of a choke and a gasp before it could be trapped down your throat when he pulled you up for a kiss. sloppily and heavy, and you moaned heavenly when chad’s tongue was the completely opposite taste of his cock. “i think you deserve a reward, don’t you think, dan?”

“a big reward,” behind you, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a cozy embrace. the hairs on danny’s chest tickled your back at first, but soon it warmed you, chasing away the goosebumps the draft had left on you. though only briefly, because the familiar bumps returned when his lips found their way to your shoulder after you both fell back onto the bed. his arms around you guarded the impact, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the warmth that engulfed you. “i think we should fulfill his wish to be wrecked, right? can’t have him leaving empty-handed, chad.”

ironically, you were sure that you were going to leave the night memorizing the shapes of their cock.

“i agree,” you could feel danny’s cock brush against your ass when he lifted your legs, his hands locked together over the bent of them while he pushed your knees to your chest, your body pinned to his. chad blew a playful whistle when the position exposed your hole to him, puckering and aching for some type of fill, and slathered a careless amount of lube over his cock, his hands, and your hole. “damn, i just know it’s going to be a tight fit. bet you haven’t gotten fucked in weeks, right?”

“m-mm...” a finger stammered your words as it slid in, gently pumped inside of you, worked you open until you were open enough to fit another digit. “it’s been a while—i need to be fucked, please.” you pleaded to chad, then to danny when you turned your head to kiss him on the lips, and the soft rubies vibrated when he chuckled, amused at your neediness.

“how badly do you want to be fucked again?” chad asked, a feign of cluelessness while he curled and parted his fingers, now three, inside you. knuckle-deep, wriggling within your tight walls.

“s-shit—so fucking bad, please. i’m begging.” your voice cracked, desperate to remind him, but you’ve lost the ability to form sentences, mere babbles now when danny stroked your cock with one hand, and held you back with the other. “please, i want to be wrecked—“

“okay,” his broad chest rose when he pulled himself out of you, amused by how truly desperate you were by the suction of your hole, clinging onto the loss heat and the air that had replaced him. he then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of your musk off with a delighted hum, before positioning himself. “you earned it.”

in one smooth move, chad pushed your awaiting rapture back into you, and he was granted with the utmost exhalation. he held onto your knees while you captured him, welcomed him, whimpered for him, and blossomed for him, with warmth and keenness. “shit, fuck, danny. you gotta try him.” you felt yourself cling onto him, not wanting to let him go, when chad selflessly pulled himself out again despite your whines.

“yeah?” your body moved with danny’s as he adjusted himself beneath you, shifting into a more comfortable position, and once he does, you immediately felt swollen when he pulled you back again, opened you, and filled the loss of warmth with his own. it throbbed and pulsated heavily the more he slid his thick girth into you, and your arms sprawled out to grasp at the bedsheets, groaning and whimpering when you feel yourself stretched to the fullest. “fuck, everything about you is perfect, isn’t it? that fucking mouth of yours, and now this hole? fuck...”

they took their time with you, alternating between filling you up and stroking themselves when one sated their desires to completely ravish you with a thrust, and another, and another. you took each of them with pride, dazed because you were completely exhausted at this point, your muscles like jelly, but the stretch never failed to remind you where you were, ground you to reality, as the feeling burned into your brain.

a drunken stupor removed you of your thoughts, feelings, and sight. you thought of nothing but incredible, eye-rolling pleasure. you saw nothing but the sweaty bodies colliding against you, rocking into you. you felt nothing but the feeling of being full, of being stretched to your best ability. you were brain-numbingly fucked, sweat dripping from hairline to your cheek fucked, to your chest fucked, until you felt an incense of pain again. 

and the sweat seemed to have stung now. it was near your fill, a prod to your hole despite danny already occupying his rightful spot, and you felt a slow push that roped a groan from within you. “shit—“

“hold still,” danny breathed into your ear, then suckled on your earlobe to distract you from the painful intrusion down south. his palm squeezed your cock, stroking it now, while he rubbed your stomach as if it would open you up from underneath. “just keep breathing.”

“you’re a good boy, right? be a good boy for me—us, hm?” chad was huddled over you, his shadow masked the pain in your expression, but it melted when he kissed you again, sweetly compared to before. you could only return it shortly before you choked out an uncomfortable moan into his mouth. he pushed himself further into your occupied hole with a staggered groan, joining danny in its burial, and kissed you once more to let you adjust to the stretch of their two cocks.

“o-oh, god…” it knocked every breath out of you, even when you were laying still. your walls burned uncomfortably, stung around the two cocks that had fill you up with so much weight, yet you couldn’t have been more grateful. you were intoxicated in this state, and one would describe you as fucking mad for even attempting to take the two men at once.

but you weren’t like others.

“fuck me,” you hadn’t even had a chance to adjust to the stretch, but you knew you would eventually. impatience ran through your blood, and adrenaline followed in another route through your veins. “fuck me.” you said clearer, rocking your hips against them, and they collectively groaned when you squeezed tight. your cock twitched during this matter, and with one final kiss to your lips from chad, a wet one to the underside of your jaw, you felt yourself blossom completely.

danny began with slow ruts, rubbing his thick girth against chad’s while he held onto your waist. you groaned at every moment, but with every thrust, the pain began to slowly subdue itself into a river of familiarity. “shit, fucking feels amazing, fuck.”

then chad followed once you opened up for them, impressively more and more within minutes, and he thrusted with alternating patterns. slow at first, but he picked up the pace when you pulled him down for a kiss, begging into his mouth for more. more of him, more of danny, more of their cocks, more. 

whenever danny would roll up into you, chad would pull his hips back, and it didn’t take very long for them to establish a see-saw like rhythm. you were in a constant state of elation as they repeatedly filled you, slamming into your sweet spot like hey had memorized it from the first time they brushed against it. 

“fuck!” your body bounced in correlation with danny’s own hips, roughly thrusting up into you, while chad was the top layer that sandwiched you into a behemoth hold, chasing after his own high with eager plunges. the bed creaked louder, adding into the symphony of wet skin becoming vulnerable with one another, opening for one another, entering and filling one another. and your moans, their moans. they were the consonance and dissonance of the explicit music that your bodies had constructed. 

labored breaths tickled your ear and thick air surrounded your folded body. you have never felt so stretched, so pleasantly used, and the two men thought same same, fucking into you at the same rhythm now. both of their cocks drove into you, shoved themselves into you, forced themselves past your limit until they broke you. you screamed in delirious might, clutched at chad’s chest, then reached back to tug at danny’s hair, then released to fuck your fist. it was a sight to behold, a feeling many would be envious of, and you were reminded that the cameras were on you. all of this could be known, could be shown, and everyone could know how incredible you were. 

how much of a star you were, how perfectly constructed you were made to be fucked, and your eyes rolled back, denuding yourself of those thoughts with several strong pulses. “s-shit!”

you came with a splatter, shooting all over your chest and body while you continued to stroke yourself through the messy reelease. your fist was drenched in cum, as was your body, and you felt some of it leaking to your side as the motions of danny’s thrust and chad’s rocked you. “f-fuck! keep fucking me, fuck! fill me up—“ 

fuck,” back and forth, they did. they propeled into you with a similarly hysterical state of mind. in and out, your ass burned with their two cocks constantly digging inside of you, violating every crevice while you rode out your orgasm. your hand naturally fell back as you took them, and danny’s mouth wrapped around your cum-covered fingers, suckling them off, and the salty taste was the final garnish that winded him into staggered pants of your name. with one last exertion of his hips, his thick cock pulsated once, twice, three times before completely spilling his load into you. “oh fuck… fuck, that was good.”

the warmth of danny’s thick cum pooled around chad’s cock, and he panted, his muscles flexing under the ceiling lights while he plunged himself deep into you, deep into the warm seed untill his shaft was practically covered in it—lubed thick. his shallow thrusts splattered the cum onto his heavy sack, webbing it to your ass, and chad pressed one more kiss to your lips again, tasting you before his sense of reality was sucked away by the holy gods, then expelled out into a series of unholy moans. “i’m going to come, fuck��“

with danny’s cock softening, chad added onto the pile of his cum, shooting load after load inside of you, spreading the thick of his seed all over the violation that they had caused you with sloppy thrusts, creaming the inside of your breached hole and his swollen dick until the pull of softening cocks released all that cum that had resided in you. they came out in squelches, thick and drool-worthy as it ran down your ass, and your hole twitched unevenly, not used to the feeling of emptiness. you clenched at whatever was left inside of you, a layer of cum that continued to naturally ooze out like whipped cream. if chad had another load left inside of him, he’d easily shower you in it. but instead, he watched, marveled in the beauty of your red, sore, and puckering hole, beating and pulsating from the wreck it had endured.

“fuck…” you exhaled a sigh of relief when you were able to finally put your legs down. they immediately tangled into danny’s as soon as you rolled off of him, and joined his side. 

he took you in, an arm around you pulled you closer, and the man took a moment to examine your face. a gentle hold to your chin, then a caress of his thumb to your lips. “you good?”

“yeah...” a half-smile graced his thumb, and you kissed the pad of it before averting your gaze to chad. sweat dripped from his bare body as he stopped the recording for each individual camera. the red blinked once more, and never returned for the remainder of the night.

you curled into danny’s embrace, using his chest as a pillow, and closed your eyes to the sound of his heart slowly approaching its normal rate.

“so,” a weight shifted on the bed, and then a strong, yet gentle hand caressed your arm. “i have a favor to ask.”

“what is it?” you murmured, eyes still shut. the comforting skim of chad’s palm anchored you to danny’s chest, but you gathered enough energy to drowsily peek behind you once before returning.

“there’s this frat party, and…” large digits spidered your arm in a playful manner, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “was wondering if you’d like to come?”

“yeah?” laughing, you tore yourself from danny, who was already in deep sleep snoring his high away, and turned to face chad. he was leaning over the side of the bed, one foot to support his weight, and your hand moved to play with the soft curl of his hair. “how many guys?”

“wanted to keep it a surprise, but…” he pulled the rest off his body onto the bed, embracing your sticky body close to his own. “may or may not be in…” he trailed off, looking up to silently count sheep.

“in...?” you sang inquisitively, though a whisper to not wake danny, and chad’s smile awakened foolishly before confessing.

“in the double digits.” 

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OMG!!! IDK IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS BUT IF YOU ARE CAN YOU DO A NERD!ETHAN X CHEER CAPTAIN!READER. WHERE ETHAN THINKS SHES GOING TO BE REALLY RUDE BUT SHE TURNS OUT TO BE REALLY SWEET?! THEN, THEY TAKE AN INTREST IN EACHOTHER??? YOU DONT HAVE TO BUT IF YOU DO THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!! AND I LOVEEEEE YOUR WORK!

i have been thinking of doing something like this for a while actually!! hope you like it🤍

i know places — ethan landry

word count: 1,872

pairing: nerd!ethan landry x cheerleader!fem!reader

summary: y/n needs help with her english essay and nerdy ethan offers his help

WHEN ETHAN HEARD HIS NAME BEING CALLED, EVERYTHING STOPPED. It wasn’t the fact that it was literally shouted aloud in the hallway, making everyone’s attention drift towards the person who had yelled it. It was the fact that said person was Y/N Y/L/N—cheer captain and prettiest girl in the school. Why was she saying his name? Actually, how did she even know his name?

Ethan didn’t have time to think, because she was moving towards him like a full on rainstorm and Ethan felt his legs getting weak, as if there were about to fail him. “Ethan!” she said breathlessly from running down the hall.

“H-hi” Ethan replied in a low voice, blood rushing to his face because of the unwanted attention. She was going to say something really hurtful and everyone was going to hear it. Cheerleaders making fun of people like Ethan wasn’t something uncommon, he had experienced it countless of times.

“Shit. I caused a scene, didn’t I? I’m so sorry” she sounded genuine, which made Ethan confused. Where was the insult? “I called your name before you exited the classroom, but you didn’t seem to hear me”. Ethan’s brain seemed to have been failing him because he was not able to utter a single syllable. “Anyways, you left your coat” she showed him the blue cloth that belonged to him with a tiny smile on her face.

He cleared his throat, coming back to his senses “Oh… thank you”

“You’re welcome!” Y/N said with a bright smile. “I’m Y/N, by the way”.

“I’m Ethan” he did an awkward wave, which the cheerleader thought was very adorable.

“Yeah, I know. You sit next to me in English” Y/N let out a little laugh.

The boy laughed nervously “Right, I know, I just thought you wouldn’t remember”

“Well, I remember you, Ethan Landry” she assured him with a smile, making him blush even harder. This reaction brought Y/N a sense of victory, and she decided she enjoyed seeing the boy blush for her “Are you taking the coat or you’re going to keep staring at me?”

“Oh, sorry” he grabbed the coat with shaky hands. That’s when Y/N noticed the piece of paper he was holding and the A+ written in red marker.

“You got an A+ in the Brave new world essay?” she asked surprised.

“Y-yeah” was this the part she was going to mock him? He knew her being nice was too good to be true.

But, once again, she surprised him. “Do you mind if I take a look at it? I didn’t do so well in mine” Y/N asked, feeling a bit embarassed by confessing that.

“Yeah, sure, no problem”

As she read, he took the opportunity to admire her. Y/N’s shiny hair fell flawlessly over her face, creating some kind of curtain. He wanted to tuck it behind her ear, but it would be extremely weird. His eyes then went to her face: her eyes were furrowed as she took in the words written on the paper, and she bit her lip in concentration—Ethan felt the need to brush his finger against it, because that action drove him crazy—and suddenly his heart clenched when he noticed her saddened expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“I’m not doing so well in English. If I don’t pass the make-up exam, I won’t be able to keep my position as cheer captain”

“You still have a chance, then” he tried to light up her mood.

“Yeah, but if this is what I have to write in order to pass… I’m screwed. I could never write something like this” Y/N sighed in frustration “Your writing is completely amazing, by the way”

“Thanks. I could tutor you, if you want” the words left his mouth before he could think twice.

“Really?”

Her eyes shone with such hope that he couldn’t say anything but, “Yes”.

Y/N wanted to hug him so bad, but she noticed how uncomfortable he was under the gaze of others, and her touching him was only going to make things worse for him. People were already whispering things such us: ‘Why is Y/N talking to that nerd?’ ‘Does he even go here?’ ‘Isn’t he the one who is always answering questions in Econ?’

She resisted the urge to scowl at every single person in the hallway. Why they gotta be so mean? “Thank you so much! When are you available?”.

“Any day, to be honest. But you have cheerleading practice, so you tell me”

He was so considerate and adorable she wanted to cry. “So make-up exam is this friday, meaning we have today, tomorrow and Thursday. Is it okay if we meet those days at 6:30?”

“Yeah, no problem. Can you come over to my dorm? The library is always crowded during exam weeks”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll give you my number so you can text me your address” he handed her his phone and typed her number. “There you go”

“I’ll text you as soon as classes finish”

“Thank you so much, Ethan. You don’t know how thankful I am”

“What if I turn out to be the worst tutor ever?” he joked.

Y/N laughed. “I know you won’t. And even if you were, I’m still very thankful you are spending your free time doing this for me”

He shrugged “It’s my pleasure”

Y/N STARED AT THE RESULT IN COMPLETE SHOCK. Were her eyes deceiving her? Was Mr. Keating pulling a joke on her?

“Excellent work, Mrs. Y/L/N. Your analysis was espectacular and your writing and vocabulary have improved immensely in such short time” Mr. Keating told her.

“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed, grabbing the paper as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“May I ask, did you have help or did you study on your own?” there was no accusatory tone, just curiosity.

“Ethan helped me, sir. I definitely wouldn’t have passed without him”

“Oh, that’s nice of him. He’s an excellent student and writer”

“The best” Y/N nodded in agreement. “Speaking of him, I should thank him, for the hundredth time in the past three days”

ethan!!!!!! 🥹

i need to talk to you.

okay! see you after school? 👀

no. right now

oh, everything okay?

yes, don’t worry. i know a place we can talk alone

under the bleachers?

sure. see you in 5?

see you! <3

If there was one thing Y/N knew about Ethan before he even started tutoring her was that he was completely terrified of attention. That’s why they never talked at school, only texted (a lot). Both of them became close, and soon tutoring wasn’t the only thing they hung out for. After they were done studying, she would stay for dinner and a movie, and together they shared their opinions on them.

Y/N also found out that, when he wasn’t around students and their gossiping mouths, Ethan was beyond funny and outgoing. And also, while he was adorable and sweet, Y/N discovered that he had a flirty side—which she enjoyed very much and she always let him know that by blushing like a school girl. It was safe to say that the girl had absolutely fallen for the boy’s charm.

And Ethan fell for her charm too. She was kind, talented, beyond smart—which she always said was a lie, but Ethan was always there to contradict her—understanding, and down to earth. He couldn’t believe he once thought Y/N was a mean, popular, spoiled cheerleader. She was beautiful and amazing and he liked her more than he had expected.

“Ethan!” the girl’s voice instantly made his heart start racing. The brunette raised his head from the book he was reading to see the cheerleader running towards him. Next thing he knew, she threw herself at him, and he fell on his back. Thankfully, he had been sitting so it didn’t hurt.

“Hi there!” Ethan laughed, hugging her tightly. He would never get tired of her closeness.

“I did it!” Y/N exclaimed showing her the exam, still lying on top of him.

Ethan smiled proudly “I knew you could do it! Congrats, cheer captain!”

“Thank you” she whispered, voice cracking.

“Hey… what’s wrong?”

“Happy tears. I just can’t believe I did it” she said, smiling widely. “My friends joked about having to look for a new captain, which I knew it wasn’t a joke at all and they were actually concerned. And my parents were also thinking what they were going to say when I went home with the news that I was no longer a cheerleader… but I did it, Ethan!”

“That’s awful, Y/N” he frowned. She deserved so much better “Are you seriously telling me no one had an ounce of faith in you?”

“Well, there is one person who always betted on me. He would never get tired of telling me how smart I was, even when I was constantly saying the opposite” her eyes looked so bright, he wondered if he would ever be able to look away.

“Oh yeah? So he cheers the cheerleader?” he joked, making her laugh.

“Dork” she beeped his nose “Anyways, you want me to tell you about this guy?” Ethan nodded, sitting up. Y/N remained on his lap. “So, I could talk about him for days, but I’m going to keep it simple and tell you my favorite things about him. First of all, he has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen and I swear I could stare at them forever. He’s very passionate about movies, and his little rants about them are the best thing I’ve ever heard. He gives the best hugs in the world, but then again I might be a little biased because I just love being in his arms”

“You do?” he looked up at her in awe.

“I do” she affirmed. “He’s the only one who sees me as more than just a popular cheerleader. He’s sweet and sincere. He blushes a lot when I compliment him, just like you’re doing right now” she teased. “His smile… holy shit, it makes me forget about everything. Especially when they are directed at me”.

“He sounds handsome and amazing” he joked.

“Oh, he is. And that is why I like him so much” Y/N finally confessed.

Ethan’s jaw almost reached the floor. “You like him?”

“So much it’s physically hurting” she said, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“He likes you too” Ethan cupped her jaw.

“Then he should kiss me”

So he did, and he didn’t care anymore if anyone saw them. Their lips fitted perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that went together, and nothing had ever felt so right for them.

“I want to be with you, Eth. I know you don’t want people to whisper about you, and I’m afraid if you are with me it’s going to be inevitable. But I want you to be my boyfriend, I don’t care if we have to keep this a secret”

Ethan shook his head “No. No secrets. I want to hold your hand in plain sight, I want to kiss you. Let them say what they won’t, I won’t hear them”

Y/N smiled and went in for another kiss. “Let’s go now. I want to show them I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world”

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[the-oblivious-writer]

Daylight |Blurb|

Amber Freeman to Eventual Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Blurb

Summary: When you notice Tara Carpenter being harassed by a little jerk, you spring into action

Warning(s): Swearing, Tara & r are like 6 in this blurb, & lil Tara being bullied :(

Notes: Ngl to you, it'll probably still take a while before you get the first chapter of this series, so I just wanted to give you guys a lil something. It's not much but I didn't wanna keep you hanging with nothing

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You have known Tara since you were little kids. You remember the time you first met, clear as day—or at least when you officially met. Johnny Miller was harassing her, once again, during recess. Kicking sand in her face, taking her toys, and calling her names. Tara felt incredibly overwhelmed by the situation. It seemed like nobody saw her getting tormented by this little asshole. But, that was until you turned you head.

Your ears picked up the foul words Johnny spoke. You were six, that's old enough to know when somebody was being a jackass. Out of curiosity, you looked over to see the scene that was unfolding. You immediately recognized the girl. You had seen her around before, well, more than just that. She was in your class. You never really spoke though, opting with staring from afar whenever she wasn't looking. There was just something about her that prevented you from looking away. Something that made you heartbeat pick up, something that made you feel all warm inside. Something comforting about her.

You walked over to Johnny and Tara, getting there just in time stop Johnny from reaching for the toy Tara had just managed to get back from him.

You pushed him down in the sand box. The little boy stared back at you with rage, but Tara only stared at you with admiration.

"Stop being a jerk, Johnny," you seethed.

He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when he saw something in his peripheral vision. A smirk appeared on his face before he began to cry, holding onto his elbow as he practically wailed.

It didn't take long for you to realize why there was a sudden change in Johnny's demeanor. An angry teacher storms up to where you were, wearing an angry expression with her arms crossed.

"Y/N Y/L/N, did I just see you shove Johnny?"

"I–"

"Yes or no," the teacher interrupted.

"Yes, but–!"

"There are no buts. You pushed a student, that's all I need to know. Come with me, you're going to the main office."

"Mrs. Johnson, she was only defending me," Tara tried to help.

"She also knows the school rules; hands to yourself, not even as self defense."

"But that's not fair!" Tara's voice grew with aggravation, she still couldn't believe how stupid the school rules were.

"Are you back talking me right now?" Mrs. Johnson looked at her with an almost shocked expression. "Looks like you'll be joining Ms. Y/L/N."

Tara only rolled her eyes, stomping a foot with her arms crossed. She couldn't believe how ridiculous this whole thing was. If she was being honest, she was more pissed about how unfair she was being towards you. Tara also felt bad because you were in this situation because of her.

So as Johnny got escorted to the nurse with a non-existent injury, you and Tara got sent to wait at the main office. Tara couldn't help but glance at you every now and then, but as for you, you refused to meet her gaze. You've never been this close to her before. There was one time where you got paired for group project, but Mindy Meeks was also there so you were able to keep to yourself without things getting too awkward due to your silence.

Once you both got to the main office, you sat on one of the chairs that were lined up against the wall. Your leg bounced as you picked at the hem of your shirt. This wasn't the first time you were here, and it certainty wouldn't be the last. Tara followed behind before, unexpectedly, taking a seat right next to you. You continued looking down at the floor. Tara didn't see the furrow in your eyebrows when she sat right beside you.

There were plenty of other seats she could've chosen.

After a couple minutes of silence, it grew almost unbearable for the younger Carpenter. She finally spoke, "I'm Tara, by the way."

You looked over at her to see that she was holding out her hand for you to take. "Y/N," you replied in a quiet tone; you took her hand in yours to shake. As your hands made contact, it felt as if a jolt of electricity ran through your body.

And the feeling was definitely mutual.

"Thank you for defending me," Tara continued before your hands separated; you immediately missed the contact.

"No problem," you said genuinely. Now that you were fully looking at her, you simply couldn't pull away your gaze.

"I'm also sorry," she added, confusing you.

"For what?"

"For getting you in trouble," she answered with a sorrowful tone.

"Don't be. Johnny should be sorry for how he was treating you."

A smile grazed the other girl's face as she saw nothing but truth and kindness in your eyes. That was the moment Tara Carpenter knew, the moment she knew you she would never let you out of her life.

For worse, and for better.

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A/N: about time I post something for this series

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[etfrin]

⤷❝TEASE | Ethan Landry❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | semi public (movie night), hand job under a blanket, dom sub undertones, masterbation (male), cunnilingus | lmk if I missed anything!

⇢☾Pairing: Ethan Landry x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: You have been edging the poor boy for awhile, then finally you allow him to go to his room for relief before checking up on him and finding he needs your cunt to cum :D

⇢☾A/N: i need a whiny, needy, subby, desperate, filthy Ethan, lol <3 oh and happy birthday Jack Champion!

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You supposed that you were being a tad bit of a tease when you squeezed his cock harder than you should. His teeth sank into his bottom lip to stop that desperate whimper that wanted to escape. But he couldn't let the sound play out in the room, not when the room consisted of all of your friends, their attention on the movie.

Your attention however was on Ethan, you were watching him from the corner of your eyes, his forehead having a sheen of sweat, his lips red from biting and his ears equally crimson. You ponder if his tip was this red as well, the hard cock twitching in your fist.

He lets out a whisper, “Please.” “Please what?” “Wanna cum,” he whimpers, so needy that it makes your heart wonder if you're pushing him to his limits. “They'll know,” you hush.

He turned to you, his hips bucking into your fist, not enough to be obvious to others but enough to give him momentarily relief. “Don't…” he whispered, his eyes wandering towards Chad and the others. He knew he was probably going to get teased by Chad if they realized him and you left to be in his room.

But you have been edging him since the beginning of this film, your hand snaking into his jeans, gripping his cock like it was your right. Your fingers formed a tight fist around his hardening length just the way he liked and when you started to stroke his length, slow at first then a tad faster before changing your pace again and again until he was a mess. His mind scrambled, not even caring that you both could get caught.

“Please,” he whispered again. “Baby, please, I can't- I can't-” He pleads. “Go to your room and finish yourself,” you coo, “I'll cover for you.”

He gives you a thankful look before he slips away quickly from the blanket and speed walks to his room, shutting the door softly. It doesn't take you long to come up with an excuse that he's sick and you go to check on him.

You knock on the door, the tap style that was only known by you and Ethan. He opened the door, wide enough that you slipped inside. You find a spot on his bed to sit down, your eyes on his hand that was desperately stroking his cock, the red tip profusely letting out pre-cum which Ethan used as lube. It was as obscene as it could get. Ethan was so easily worked up, it was adorable.

“I need you,” he whines, he was on his knees in front of you. His head on your thighs, his face nuzzling into your inner thigh like a cat finding solace in their owner’s lap.

“You have me,” you tease him, a Cheshire smile playing on your lips. “No,” he whimpers, pathetic and shaky. “Need you,” he whispered again, his lips now latching onto your inner thigh, his sinful mouth sucking the skin.

“My pussy, you mean,” you said. He nods in reply as you unbutton your shorts for him. Meanwhile, his hand was still stroking his cock at a slower pace than before, his pre-cum coating the floor.

He pushes your shorts along with your underwear down to your knees. He groans at the sight of your dripping cunt, “Thank you, baby.” He dives in, his mouth finding your clit and sucking the bud with fervor.

The moment his tongue swipes over your folds, tasting your juices in his mouth. He could feel his eyes roll back, you were heavenly and he spilled all over the floor.

His cum made a mess on the ground while he made a mess out of you with his tongue. Your hand finds a home in his curls, pulling him closer, suffocating him with your pussy just how he likes it.

It doesn't take long for him to make you cum on his face, his lips shiny with your arousal, chin covered. His eyes glossed over and his dick was hard again.

You wondered if you should play with him or let him fuck you. You decide on the former.

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[cowboy-lover69]

Ghostface's accidentally hurting you during their murders headcanons

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Billy Loomis

--- however, you ended up getting hurt if he was there when it happened, he would panic whether he was in costume or not. It’s a mix of hurting you and fears if hesitates to attack you it might make him look suspicious. 

--- After whatever happened he would urge you to leave town or not go to Stu’s party since he uses the excuse it is a “breeding ground for murder” but since he’s going to the party you called him out for being a hypocrite. 

--- At some point, he runs out of excuses and either drops it or confesses to being Ghostface to you. If he tells you the Ghostface before you can freak out, he tells you his whole story, but it most likely does not sway, you are not really. Depending on how close you were to him, you might have even agreed not to tell anyone or even help. As much as I would like to think that you wouldn't report him to the police you probably would, but you don’t really have any evidence.

Stu Matcher

--- Stu is very protective of you before anything actually happens, but when something does happen however it does, he is very guilty. When you get injured if he’s the one who does it he tries his best to retreat. If he is not, he is the first to you if he's there when it happens.

--- After you are injured, he might not even throw the party or at least he would keep it smaller so you would not know about it, so you don’t come since he and Billy have plans with Sidney that night.

--- Billy would probably not be happy that he was reconsidering their plans because of you. Stu might even back out if he were to back out, he would probably be killed so he probably does not do that. Stu most likely still throws the party, just turns on Billy last minute, or tries to minimize the fallout of the murders for your sake.

Mickey Altieri

--- It was never Mickey's intention to care for you so much no less care when he hurts you by accident during his murders. He starts to fear that his feelings for you will get in the way of his “efficiency” so he tries to find a way to get you out of the way without having to hurt you again. 

--- he decides to take the risk and gets closer to you before continuing the murders, of course, Ms. Loomis is not thrilled but he has a plan, it requires him to be closer to you which he doesn't mind at all since he likes you.

--- At some point, you guys start dating for a while and he takes this opportunity to execute his plan. He confesses to being Ghostface and asks you to join him. Depending on your attraction to murder it might have worked or not.

--- If you do agree you two become partners in crime for the remaining murders and you guys might have even succeeded with the murder plot. Of course, Ms. Loomis would have still probably taken advantage of Mickey, but since you were there, you might have killed Ms. Loomis before that became a problem.

Roman Bridger

--- As soon as you got hurt Roman panicked and started trying to find you a way out of town. Of course, it was not too hard to do that at least for him. 

--- Roman offered to whisk you away on vacation he said that staying would not be safe and a vacation is always nice.

--- Of course, you agreed since you trusted Roman. Of course, later you found out he was Ghostface which probably destroyed your trust in anyone for a while. Therapy will be needed! 

(Sorry I didn't have any ideas for roman)

Jill Roberts

--- When Jill accidentally hurt you during the murders, she had to face the fact that she had to kill you or deal with you in some other way. She was trying to avoid the thought that it was not something she wanted to think about. Nevertheless, she decided to just keep you out of the way, so you won’t be an issue.

--- After the stab marathon was canceled and they go to the Kirby house for the after-party she tries to make sure you won’t know that the after-party is going on since she doesn't want you to be a problem and make it harder for her to execute her plans.

--- you end up showing up since Robbie live streams while he's there and you recognize the outside of the house. You show up a little after Jill kills Charlie. You see Robbie's corpse so you run inside to find Jill and Sidney. 

--- Jill is a very good manipulator and you guys are really close, so she deters you from calling the cops. She tells you to go home instead of staying to aid in her story. Jill loves you but does not trust you to corporate her story, since of how carefully she crafted the timeline to work in her favor and she also didn’t want you getting cold feet last minute. 

--- When the cops ask later you tell them you were not there that night, and they believe you but soon after it’s all for nothing since Jill ends up being caught in the end.

Charlie Walker

--- you're the first person to ever acknowledge him romantically, so when you end up getting yourself hurt during his and Jill's little murder spree he feels guilty.

--- He starts being very clingy I mean more than usual since he wants to keep you safe, he finds that he can keep you safe if as long as he's not in the Ghostface costume he can keep you close, and safe.

--- He still helps Jill but insists that you are not invited to the after-party. First of all, part of the plan was to get romantic with Kibry so that when he is tied to the chair later she will want to help him. 

--- you find out about the after party but just a little late. You show up just as the police do and they find Charlie dead and Jill the only survivor. Later you find out from the news and Sidney that Charlie and Jill were the killers.

Amber Freeman

--- It was never Amber's intention to get you involved, she actually wanted you as far away as possible but it was not working out that way since you ended up in the crossfire.

--- At some point, she realized she had to do something with you, but she couldn't kill you. She didn’t want to, so she made a distraction.

--- she couldn't have you showing up to the party so she slashed the tires on your car and bike so you couldn't leave. She understood after she and Richie finished the job she would never be able to see you again, but she thought that was better for you and her own good.

--- you found yourself walking to the party, but it took a little while and you ended up showing out around the time the police did and you found out what happened with Amber and Richie, and it all made sense.

Ethan Landry

--- Ethan did not like the emotional trouble he found himself in when it came to you. He loved you but he also felt a loyalty to his family, to his father. When you had accidentally gotten yourself hurt in the apartment scuffle, he could not forgive himself but for now, in fear, his father would kill him like his mother, so he kept his mouth shut. 

--- In an effort to try to keep you safe he tried to keep you as far away from the main group as possible since Tara and Sam specifically Sam was their main target it was best if you avoided the group but of course, you didn’t listen since you didn’t know why he was asking you too you thought he was jealous.

--- When he, his father, and his sister revealed themselves at the theater he regretted it almost as soon as he did it, he hated the pain in your eyes. Later on in the scuffle, he turned on his father and sister in an effort to make up for what he’s done. Whether it worked or not is up to how eager you are to forgive a killer because he was pressured into it. 

Quinn Bailey

--- Quinn would get very quickly attached to you in a way that differs from all the others she slept with. She cared for you and wanted to keep you safe from her life as a Ghostface. She didn’t want to have to hurt you, but she ended up doing just that and she knew she had to take greater measures.

--- she would find reasons to keep you far away from her till she and her family were done with all the Ghostface things of course it didn’t keep you away for long. So, she faked her death; you can’t be around her if she was not “alive”.

--- Since Quinn’s “death” you grew closer to Sam, Tara, Chad, and Mindy. It was good for you to have friends while you are grieving, but not so good for Quinn's conscience. You were not allowed into the theater for the Ghostface trap. So, you had to find out secondhand what became of Quinn which was not great for you.

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Ethan’s such a virgin, he gets a boner every time he sees you.

**made up colors for the school, also, this was supposed to be short but now it’s a whole thing-

You weren’t like those other cheerleaders, you were smart and everyone knew it. With every tube top and every mini skirt you wore, there was ten times the knowledge anyone else had on quite literally anything else in the world.

He liked to study on the bleachers when you practiced your routine, the pretty red and white fabric of your cheerleading uniform. You would pause the music, bending down and showing off those pretty red shorts that were under your skirt. “Girls!” You scolded, groaning. “We’re not even close to being done! Or ready! You don’t know how to pop your hip, you don’t know how to do the splits, you- agh!”

You yelled out in frustration as Tara slowly came down the sidewalk, laughing. “Calm down, Y/N, you’re going insane.”

You turned, gasping. “Tara! Honey, you’re here!”

“Not for practice,” she dismissed quickly making you whine. “I think your stalker is here.”

You turned, Ethan quickly looking down at his notebook and fixing it over his lap to hide his hard on. “Oh, no! Ethan’s going to help me study when I’m done with practice, he’s harmless, you know that.”

Tara sighed. “Are you sure? I just… I don’t want you to be alone with him, I can come with you? And Chad?”

You shook your head. “No, I want to be alone with him,” you say with a smile. “I want to see what I can get out of him. See if I can find out if he knows anything about that new psycho.”

Tara rose a brow. “How are you going to do that? Hm?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“He’s infatuated with you, you know,” she says, raising a brow. “I’m sure you can take that a little… farther, if you’d like.”

Your face scrunched as you looked back at Ethan, who again looked back down at his notebook. “I didn’t think I was his type. I don’t know if I’m someone he actually likes, y’know?”

Tara laughed. “Oh he likes you, alright,” she looks at Ethan who’s eyes flicked up before going back down. “Think he likes you more than you think.”

Two hours later, you still weren’t done with practice. It was getting dark, and the only reason why you ended practice was because you didn’t want any girl to go home with a psychopath on the loose. “If you girls don’t work on this, I swear I’ll put you all to work from dusk till… a few minutes before dawn! Go, get home safe! I want everyone in groups! And texts when you get home!”

The girls yelled out okays and good byes as you gather your stuff, Ethan quickly disappearing from the bleachers making you sigh. When you stand, you could feel someone way too close to you making you rush to turn around, gasping. “Oh! Ethan, you scared me!”

He jumped back, gasping. “Oh, I’m s-so sorry, I just-”

You giggled. “Oh, don’t worry,” you say with a smile. “Do you mind walking me home? I don’t know if we’ll be able to study tonight, but you can stop by early tomorrow and we can have breakfast and review! Sounds good?”

Ethan nods automatically, head bobbing up and down. Any moment spent with you was worth it. “Yeah, that sounds good, I-I just… nothing, is your apartment far?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It’s just off campus. I promise, it’s not a long walk. And it’s not too far from your apartment, either, so you’re not walking alone.”

He tilts his head slightly, confused. “How do you know that?”

You giggle. “I see you walking home some days,” you explained, offering your hand. “Walk me home?”

He nods immediately, fixing his bag and slowly taking your hand. He fixes it to cover his lower waist, his hand slightly sweaty in yours as you squeezed slightly. “I-I uhm… I wanted to ask if you would like to… h-have breakfast with me in the morning?”

You look over, confused. “That’s what I invited you over for, Ethan.”

“What do you sleep in?” It came out quick, his hand covering his mouth. “I didn’t- that wasn’t what I was-”

“It depends on the night,” you hummed, your hand squeezing his as you look up at him. “If it’s super hot, I don’t sleep in anything. If it’s not, it’s shorts and a tank top, sometimes one is missing.”

Ethan hides his smile. As smart as you were academically, he loved how oblivious — maybe stupid — you were in things like this.

The rest of the time was silent, Ethan’s hand warm and not sweaty as he stood in front of your apartment. “I uhm… I hope you have a good night.”

You smile, nodding. “Thank you, honey, I appreciate it,” you giggle, fixing your skirt. “Well uhm… I’ll see you in the morning!”

Ethan nods, hand holding yours tightly. “W-Wait. We should… if you don’t mind, can I have y-your number?”

You nod. “Right! Here, call me when you get home, alright?”

He nods. “Yes, y-yeah I will.”

You smiled, giggling. “Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He all but ran home, quickly saying hi to Chad before calling you. It took you a few rings to pick up, your groggy voice saying you had just woken up. “Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Ethan.”

You smiled, turning as you pull the blanket closer to your bare body. “Hey E, did you get home okay? Can I call you that?”

He was already pushing down his pants and underwear, grunting as he laid down. “Y-Yeah, of course, you can call me whatever you want.”

You giggled as he starts pumping himself, fast and hard making his eyes roll back. “Whatever I want?”

He whimpers out a hum, nodding. “Y-Yes. Yes, whatever you want.”

You couldn’t hear him as you hummed, falling into sleep. He was pumping himself, no need for lube with how much precum was leaking out of his tip. “Y-Y/N,” he moaned out, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Hm? Sorry, I was falling asleep.”

“N-No, don’t… I-I want to hear your voice. Can you keep talking, please?” His voice was high pitched, whiny as you giggle, not noticing the difference in his voice.

“Oh… well, what do you want to hear?”

“A-Anything,” he whines, inhaling sharply. He swiped his thumb over his tip, head tilting back. “Anything.”

“Well… I think I’m going to change up some of the routine. The girls aren’t getting it and the game is soon,” you exhaled, humming. “But I was having a lot of fun with it.”

Just the thought of you dropping down to the ground, legs spread as you threw your head back, quickly being helped up by two other girls to take your position as captain and jump up, tits bouncing made him hold back a whimper, hand pumping fast. “I could see that, Y-Y/N. You w-were doing really good, looked like you were having fun.”

You giggle, smiling as you fixed yourself on the bed. “I was having a lot of fun, but the girls couldn’t keep up.”

“Th-They don’t deserve you,” he says, grunting. Your voice at night was so gritty, full of tiredness, the epitome of what he thought you’d sound like after he fucked you so hard and made the mascara run down your pretty face. “N-None of them do.”

They didn’t, you were his. He didn’t deserve you either, but he needed you like a person needed food and water, just the sound of your voice made him hold back cumming. He would call you every night from now on just to get off to your voice.

“Oh, Ethan,” you groaned, laughing. His eyes rolled back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard to hold back moans. “You’re so sweet, honey.”

“D-Did you take off your makeup?” If he was fucking you right now, would your lipstick be smeared? Would your mascara be running down your cheeks, would your eyeshadow be all fucked up?

“Oh yeah,” you smiled. It was sweet that he cared. “I take it off every night, even if I’m tired. Don’t want to break out.”

He groaned, head thrown back. He loved seeing you with or without makeup, as long as you felt pretty, he didn’t care. He was going to make you sob either way from how much he’d fuck you. “A-And what are you wearing?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” you shrugged, sighing. “It’s really hot.”

Nothing. Oh the thought made him cum just by your words, choking making your brows ruffle in concern.

“Ethan? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” he groaned. He was so good, cock twitching as he continued to pump himself. “J-Just don’t feel good.”

“Do you want to come over? Come over, I have medicine,” you start to stand, inhaling deeply. “Please? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

He groaned, nodding. Pass up an opportunity to go to your house? Hell no.

“Okay. I’m on my way.”

part 2

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porn star! ethan landry x roommate! reader

#SYNOPSIS— ethan really needs to stop thinking about you during his private sessions.

#CONTAINS— anal play, toys, voyeurism, sub! ethan, mommy kink, degradation/praise, dacryphilia, reader is mean, this is filthy i mean it, brief mention of porn star! chad

#AUTHORSNOTE— sorry not sorry x2, might make a part 2 with pornstar chad bc i want to lol

there were a few pros to having a roommate who was as hard working as you.

one, you were barely home. a worrying fact that honestly ethan really shouldn't be so bothered about. most roommates would probably prefer it that their roomie wasn't home, but the thing is, ethan liked you. maybe a little too much; your presence was comforting, you were interesting to talk to, and you were such a good listener that ethan could ramble for hours and not feel bad at all.

two, you had little time to relax, so when you did, you did it with him. laying on the couch and watching a new t.v show with him, making dinner when you came home before ethan did and laughing over the dinner table, playing animal crossing on your switch while he did the homework he procrastinated. ethan liked it when you could just relax, and he liked it even more that you preferred to do it with him, your dear puppy-eyed roommate who was always a little too eager to do things for you.

you were always so stressed, working a job you hated and practically giving your all to school and your profession that you barely had time for yourself. you always came home so exhausted, sometimes even pissed off, that ethan wanted to make it easy for you. he wanted to help you relax. (and sometimes, on the days you came home particularly angry, he imagined you taking that anger out on him instead.)

three, because you weren't home and because you were always so busy, ethan had a chance to keep his side job a little more.. under wraps.

originally, it had started out of curiosity. simple twitter porn videos of him jerking off in front of a camera, whining and moaning as he thrusted his cock into his hand for the internet to see. and only when ethan realized that people liked him and that he was only a little (a lot) turned on by random strangers calling him pretty boy and little slut did he start an onlyfans.

truthfully, even though ethan liked being called all those degrading words, he imagined every single one of them as you behind the screen. typing behind all the accounts, calling him degrading words and praising him for being your little slut and your pretty boy.

but you had already written him off as the innocent roommate. the boy next door type who looked at you with shining hazel eyes and was sometimes just a little too smart with his mouth. and ethan, too afraid of saying his occupation to you, too afraid of possibly making you uncomfortable in any way, kept it a secret.

after the nights where ethan recorded before you came home, fucking himself with a fleshlight and bouncing on a dildo, he could barely even look at you during breakfast. face burning red and hand far too stiff as ethan ate his cereal diligently, listening to you talk about your day plans, completely oblivious to the fact that ethan had used his toys, imagining it was your pussy he was pounding into and your strap on he was taking so well.

which was why he only mildly jumped when you knocked on his door right as he was posting one of his videos.

"ow," ethan hissed, knee colliding with the underside of his desk before he hurried changed the page to another. "come in!"

you peeked in, smile as charming as ever as you looked at your flustered roommate. "hey, they called me in for a little today so i'll probably be home pretty late," you said, opening the door a little wider. you leaned against the door frame, tilting your head a little as you crossed your arms over your chest. "whatcha working on?" you asked curiously, peering at ethan's tomato-red cheeks with an amused grin.

"oh!" ethan laughed nervously, unable to stop himself from subtly looking at the outfit you wore, "i'm working on.." he turned to his computer, eyes widening slightly as he stared at the youtube video he was watching earlier of how to play chess. "chess..?"

"huh." you clicked your tongue, peering into the screen. "okay. i gotta go— logan's gonna kill me if i show up late."

you failed to notice the way ethan's jaw clenched at the mention of your co-worker, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "don't stay up for me, 'kay?" you said with one final smile, one he quickly returned.

"okay! drive safe, please," ethan said earnestly, making you nod as you shut the door.

"y'know i always do!"

ethan waited until he heard you leave before he returned back to his page. he had planned later on in the week to make a video with chad, but today he had to make a video.

"fuckin' asshole," you grumbled to yourself as you fumbled with your keys. the fact that they called you in just to say that they didn't need you that night only pissed you off a little bit. they didn't think to just text you instead of telling you to your face?

you turned your keys into the lock before slowly opening the door. it was relatively late now; you had left late and returned late. but you didn't want to disturb ethan.

door creaking softly as you shut it and locked it behind you, you didn't want to make your presence known to him as you kicked your shoes off gently. knowing ethan, he was probably fast asleep, playing video games, or talking to chad.

your sock-clad feet shuffled gently across the hard wood floor, a slow sigh leaving your lips until you heard a muffled sound from ethan's room.

you stopped in your tracks, head turning towards his door. was he still awake? a fond smile graced your face as you slowly walked closer, until stopping again when you heard another sound. a moan.

did he have someone over? you couldn't deny the slight hurt and jealousy that panged at your chest at that, your jaw clenching as you tried to push down your emotions.

good for him.

and you almost walked away then to leave ethan to his own devices, if you didn't hear that he whimpered out.

"fuck, this dildo's so big."

what the fuck did he just say?

you blinked, jaw almost dropping at the words coming out of your dear roomie's (not so) innocent mouth, the idea that ethan fucking landry, who sometimes forgot to clean up after himself because he got distracted by some other activity, was moaning like a pornstar.

swallowing thickly, you took a step closer.

and he forgot to shut his door. typical.

but your curiosity and desire was burning far too high for you to just walk away. for you to just turn away from your annoyingly handsome roommate who was letting out such salicious moans that you felt desire pooling at your stomach as you stepped closer and closer.

and when you pushed open ethan's door ever so slowly, you were so happy you gave into your temptations.

ethan looked delicious, ass hitting his headboard repeatedly as he fucked himself dumb on a dildo he had suction cupped to the wood. his eyes were shut tightly, imagining that it was you forcing his hips back to hit yours, making him sink further and further down onto your strap, making him whine as you stretched his ass just for you.

"mm, mm, mm, mm," ethan whimpered repeatedly with every push back of his hips, taking the dildo deeper into his ass with every push. hands gripping his comforter, ethan let out a filthy moan as he sank down fully on the cock, moan moving into a whine as he shifted a little on the dildo. "feels so.."

and when ethan finally opened his eyes, he saw you. shamelessly staring as you watched him fuck himself silly, jaw clenched and pupils dilated as you realized your roommate wasn't as innocent as you thought he was.

"don't stop," you said before ethan could say anything, voice coming out strained as you watched him look at you with wide, mildly horrified eyes.

"w—what?" ethan stared at you like a deer in headlights, hands gripping his comforter as he tried to process your words.

"did i stutter?" you said with a small tilt of your head, finding your voice as you stepped closer. "i said," you sat down right in front of him, eyes snapping to his phone, recording diligently, "don't. stop."

a wicked grin meets your lips as you stare down at him with hungry eyes, finally connecting the dots. “so this is what you do when i’m not home, huh?” grabbing his head of curls, you relish in the whine he lets out as you force him to look at you. “whoring yourself out for the entire internet to see. so don’t stop just because i’m watching.”

ethan bit down on his bottom lip, face red as he looked at you with doe eyes. “y/n,” he whined, eyes glassy and pupils dilated as he started at you. “you’re so mean,” he whimpered, cock twitching as you tilted your head in faux confusion, clicking your tongue.

“don’t you want me to be mean?” your tone changes a bit, melting into sincerity and genuine worry as you look down at ethan, making sure that it’s truly what he wants, that he’s wanted this as much as you have.

and when he nods, face flushing red, your eyes turn cold again.

“good boy.” and with that, you lean down to kiss him, making a delicious moan rip out of his throat as finally, your lips are on his. it’s a mess of tongue and desperation, your lips moving needily over hisas you bend him at an unnatural position. ethan was so compliant, becoming an easy puddle in your hands as he whined into your mouth as his hard cock rubbed against his comforter.

you pull away from him, hungry eyes staring at his pretty red parted lips and his flushed cheeks. “y/n— mommy—“ ethan babbles, already a mess as he stares at you with dilated pupils, eyes glassy with desperate tears.

"crying already?" you couldn't help but tease, caressing his face with one of your hands. ethan leaned into your soft touch, his heart pounding loud in his chest. but that moment of softness lasted briefly; with a sadistic smile on your face, you used your free hand to shove ethan by his shoulder, forcing him fully onto the plastic cock.

his mouth dropped open in a beautiful 'o' as he felt the 10 inch dildo fill him up again, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep himself up. poor baby was so needy, the fact that you fell so easily into the dominant role making him so hard that it hurt.

“if i knew you were such a slut, ethan,” you said, pulling him off of the dildo completely, leaving him empty and gaping, “i would’ve fucked you ages ago.”

ethan whimpered at that, unable to form any coherent sentence as you practically manhandled him to turn around, making it so that he was on his hands and knees with his ass towards you. pulling the dildo off of your headboard with a small pop, you hummed, forcing ethan’s ass back further.

he was so sinful, so compliant to your movements as you practically manhandled him into the position you wanted him in. “mommy, mommy please,” ethan babbled, anticipation making his body tingle as he wiggled his ass, trying to tempt you, “i’m so empty—“ he was cut off with a yelp as you slapped his ass hard, the pain making him whine for more.

all those days of him going off to the gym surely paid off. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of ethan’s ass as you slapped his other asscheek, making him whimper. “that’s for not telling me,” you growled, before slapping his other cheek, reveling in the whorish moan he let out. “that’s for slutting yourself out to anyone but me.” another slap, and another delicious moan.

spreading ethan open with one hand, revealing his gaping pink hole for you, you slapped his hole, hearing ethan sob at the stimulation. “and that’s because you fucking belong to me, got it?”

“yes— yes, mommy,” ethan cried out, tears already streaming down his pretty face as he struggled to keep himself together. he was so horny, so needy, so deep in his head space and you were only helping him. “y/n, i need you, please, i’m sorry, momma, i need you,” he whined out, his words slurring together as he sniffled.

you clicked your tongue, feigning boredom as you rubbed ethan’s rim teasingly, making him push his ass back further towards you. your other hand came to push his lower down, forcing him to arch his muscular back in such a lewd way. but ethan was basically putty in your hands, willing and compliant, and he arched his back so prettily for you.

“what do you need me to do, e?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you sank two fingers into him. ethan took it so easily, his breathing coming out in a low moan as he felt himself filled up.

and maybe it was because he was a bit of a size queen, but ethan wanted more.

“need you t’fuck me, mommy,” ethan said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. his pretty face was tear streaked, and his doe eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. “i’ve been so good, please,” he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. ethan’s mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt, how your fingers felt inside of him.

he had wanted you for so long. and now he had you.

you pulled your fingers out of his pretty pink hole, spitting over it, making ethan whimper. but before he could even keep thinking about you, you grabbed his thick dildo and slapped its fat head teasingly against his hole, making wet plap plap sounds. “so loose, baby,” you murmured in wonder, sliding the expanse of the cock against his hole. and just like the slut he was, ethan reached two hands behind him and spread his ass apart, cheeks burning red and cock hard from the exposure.

a wicked grin crawled onto your face as ethan whined pathetically, his babbles of “please” and “mommy i’m sorry” fueling your sadistic desire to make him beg.

too bad you were impatient.

you slid the dildo completely inside of him, making ethan’s eyes roll back as he was filled up completely again. “oh fuck—“ ethan cried out as you began moving the dildo in and out of him at a brutal pace, making him moan out in pleasure, his hands still spreading his ass apart for you.

“you’re such a dirty slut,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s arched back and making him keen. “i bet you’re always so desperate for pleasure, huh? always want to have a pussy to fuck or a dick to suck,” you teased, making ethan grip the comforter hard as he cried out.

“i’m— i’m a dirty slut,” ethan sobbed, his cock grinding against the sheets as you fucked him at such a brutal pace. he felt drool slipping from his mouth, his mouth making such salacious noises that he had no control over. you had practically broken him at this point, his mind solely focused on you and how full he felt as the thick dildo pumped in and out of his ass.

“yeah you are. you just love being a whore for everyone, huh?” you laughed cruelly, watching as ethan pushed his hips back to meet your movements.

“ah, ah, ah, ah!” ethan moaned repeatedly, tongue lolling out and back arching even more as he felt you hit his prostate over and over. he could’ve cum right then and there, but ethan took pride in being a good boy for you. “mommy— mommy, can i cum?” he asked frantically, feeling the dildo pump in and out of him faster. precum stained his sheets as ethan’s thick cock bobbed with every push into him.

“i don’t know if needy sluts deserve to cum,” you tsked, a smirk growing on your face when you heard ethan practically sob at your denial.

he buried his face into his pillows as you dragged the dildo out until only its fat tip was inside, until you shoved it all into him at once. the moan ethan let out echoed in the room, his tears staining his pillows as he begged for you. “please, please, please,” ethan whimpered out like a mantra, looking back at you with teary hazel eyes. “mommy, please—!”

“cum for mommy, ethan,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s back once again.

“oh fuck— oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” ethan whined out, his voice becoming breathy and high pitched as he came over his sheets, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head at the power of his orgasm. you pumped the thick dildo in and out of him through his orgasm, murmuring praise as ethan’s body finally went limp.

you peppered kisses all along ethan’s back, ready to pull the dildo out of ethan before he stopped you, his hand grabbing your free hand. “keep it in,” he murmured, pupils blown wide as he looked at you with a red tear stained face.

“i wanna keep it inside while you ride my face.”

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Just something about Billy being a simp

“…So I told him he was a dickhead!” Your voice raised in pitch at the ending. “Like who just says stuff like that? That was the most insane shit I’ve ever heard in my life.” You rambled on. Billy had been listening to you talk for the last 10 minutes. Adding little hums and oh reallys here and there.

He wasn’t listening to you though, just looking at you talk. His eyes looking into yours, occasionally looking at your lips and back up to your eyes. It was a cycle for him.

He always thought you were pretty, admiring you from afar was nice but now he was in heaven. He could finally look at every detail on your face, every freckle, mole, they way your lips looked sounding out each syllable.

You looked away from him for a moment to sneeze. He even thought your sneezes were cute, you could skin him alive and he’d go weak in the knees.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when you turned back around. “Like what?” He asked you back, looking at your eyes again then trailing down to your nose. He wondered if your future kids would have your nose.

“Like you wanna kiss me.” You replied, it was a joke on your end, but it was Billy’s truth.

Billy scooted closer to you on your bed. “Cause I do.” He replied.

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