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[mrs-meeks-martin]

this gif is just BEGGING to be made into a nerd gamer chad meeks martin fic

[mrs-meeks-martin]

Happy Halloween P2

EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

warnings: essentially porn with a plot, smut, oral stuff, inappropriate language, creep behavior, pantie stealing

PART 1

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Mustering up all of his courage, Ethan manages to say, “You should leave with me.” It only comes out in a tiny peep, which you just so happen to hear.

“Leave with you and do what, exactly?”

The thought alone makes him flush a pretty pink, and you giggle at the way you worded that sentence.

“I wasn’t talking about sex, idiot. I mean, if you want that…” You trail off, smirking.

He somehow turns an even deeper pink, but he manages to choke out a sentence. “I-I me-mean, like, whatever- whatever you want, yeah?”

“So, are we leaving or what?”

After you guys finally manage to push through the crowd of people and leave, you let out a small breath as you enter Ethan’s dorm room.

“Nice little setup you got here.” You scan the room, looking at the posters on the wall and trinkets on his desk.

“Yeah, thanks.” He mumbles quietly, plopping down on his bed.

Hey, do you have scissors? I need to cut the tag out of my shirt. It’s been bothering me all night..” You let out an annoyed groan, fiddling with the tag.

“Yeah, uh- should be in one of the drawers of my desk.”

You walk over to his desk, and open the first drawer you see. Your eyes widen as you look at the contents. You’ve always noticed your stuff going missing around your dorm, but you’ve never thought much about it. You just thought that you would misplace things, or just randomly throw things around haphazardly. So you definitely were surprised when you saw your old pair of pink panties in his drawer.

Holding up your undergarments, you turn and look at him. “Where did you find these?” You look at him with a weird expression, but you don’t know if it’s because of disgust or surprise.

“Shit- uh- I…” Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I swear I hid those somewhere. This is so embarrassing- She must think I’m a creep-

“Where. Did. You. Find. These?” You get closer to him, holding them in his face. That gives you a better view of the inside of them, and you see a small stain on the bottom of your panties. “What the- Okay, what’s going on here?”

“I- I’m sorry…?” He’s an impossible shade of red, his face looking down at the floor.

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“I found them… In your room. When we were working on our history project.” He chews the bottom of his lip, looking up at you from his lashes.

“So you found them and took them? And I’m guessing you…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” He holds his head in his hands, and the only thing going through his mind is how the carpet looks oddly interesting at the moment.

“You’re a fucking creep.” You look at him with wide eyes, but you’re not sure what your intentions are. On one hand, you feel as if his actions are disgusting, but on the other… You’re turned on.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“…A couple of um, months.” He whispered, practically inaudible. How ironic. Now he wanted to be stabbed, just to end his misery.

“You dirty boy…” You shake your head at him with a mock disgusted expression as you toss the pair to the side, and without warning, start slipping your shorts off. His eyes widen in surprise and he tries opening his mouth to say something, but words don’t come out.

You kick your shorts off and then swiftly drop your panties. You grab the pair and toss them in his face, and he catches them after fumbling them for a little.

“There you go, perv. Ask me next time.” I’m definitely gonna regret this later, aren’t I? Why would I even get myself in this stupid ass situation in the first place?

“…T-Thank you.” He takes in your half naked body, and his cock does a painful lurch, like it’s trying to escape the confines of his pants.

“Is stealing my clothes the only thing you’ve been doing?” You ask, leaning over and putting your hands on his thighs.

“I-I-I’ve been uh- Watching.. You.” He admits, finally looking up at you fully.

“Like, stalker watching or just watching?”

“W-What’s the difference?”

“Seriously?”

“S-Stalker. Stalker watching.”

“You really are disgusting.” Ethan bites his lip as you say that, and he’s not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or lust. The way you’re degrading him only makes his cock grow to a painful size. So, yeah. Probably lust.

“Take these off for me, will you?” You tap his thighs to signal the removal of his pants, and he does so without hesitation, leaving him in only his briefs.

“Good boy…”

He lets out a strangled noise at the praise, and it makes you raise a brow in amusement.

“What, you like being praised like this? You’re pitiful.”

“Y-Yes, I like being praised mommy- I mean, y/n.”Ethan accidentally says mommy, and he swears he’s never felt more embarrassed in his life. Shame on him and his mommy kink-

“You got my name wrong. I only answer to mommy now.” You say in a mock authoritative tone, putting your hands on your hips.

“Sorry, mommy…” He manages to choke out, nodding in acknowledgment.

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and you kiss him sloppily, not being able to control your unbridled desire for him. He kisses back with equal fervor, sliding his boxers down with one hand while grabbing your hair in another. His rock hard dick springs free and practically hits him in the stomach.

“I-It hurts…” Ethan whines, looking up at you.

“What hurts, Eth? Use your words.”

“M-My cock.” He mumbles under his breath.

“Your what? Sorry, couldn’t hear you.”

“My- My cock.” He says a bit louder than last time. You heard him the first time, but you just wanted to be a tease.

“Want me to make it feel better, Eth?” You run a hand up his shaft, teasing his angry red tip.

“Yes, please.” He nods eagerly, whining at the touch.

“Please who?”

“Please, mommy.”

“Good boy.” You waste no time dropping down to your knees and taking the head of his mushroom tip in your mouth. Although the feeling of dominating someone was new to you, you couldn’t help but like it in a way. Something about you wanting to be in control.

“G-Gahh…” Ethan has fisted his cock to this scenario more times than he can count, but he never imagined that the real thing would be so much better. You’re barely halfway down his shaft, and he’s already seeing stars.

“I-If you don’t slow down, I-I might-” Ethan barely chokes out his last sentence before you slide the last of him down your throat. You look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, and that’s all it takes for him to bust on the spot.

“S-Shit, y/n. Cumming. Cumming!” You sigh contentedly as you feel braid after braid of cum sliding down your throat, welcoming the bitter taste.

You draw back from him, panting quietly.

“Lay back.”

“W-Why?”

“I’m gonna ride you.”

CLIFFHANGER?

should i continue this series or what? not sure

[mrs-meeks-martin]

Ethan & Chad Relationship HCS!

FEM!READER

warnings: smut, inappropriate language, kinks, reader is implied to be short

red= smut

orange=mild smut

white= regular

summary: how the guys would act in a relationship with you!!

reblogging appreciated queens <33

CHAD MEEKS MARTIN

Would definitely be super open about making your relationship public. He wants everyone to know who you belong to.

Love language is DEFINITELY physical touch. Just being able to hold your hand or sling an arm around your shoulder will do it for him.

Has a pretty big size k!nk. He literally gets off on the fact that he practically towers over you, and that he could just toss you around like a rag doll if needed.

Soft dom usually, until he’s had a bad day at practice and needs to take some anger out on you. His switch flips fast, and he can go from talking you through it to pretty much full on degradation.

“Come on, you got ‘nother one in you, baby.”

“Such a pretty little cockslut, hmm?”

Definitely is your go-to beer pong duo. Every time, he knows he can count on you.

WILL make you be vocal about what you want. He’s petty. If you don’t say it, he’s not giving it to you.

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.”

“You said what? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya.”

He’s big, and he KNOWS it. He’ll try to seem humble about it, until you’re blabbering random nonsense around his cock.

“Mmh… ‘S too big, Chad…”

“You can take it. I know you can.”

Comes up with the most RANDOM pet names for you. He always says one to catch you off guard, and it has you laughing every time.

“Don’t worry, my little sweet slice of pumpkin pie. Chad is here to save the day!”

“Pumpkin pie? Seriously?”

Ethan Landry

WILL murder for you. If someone is bothering you, or even looks at you the wrong way, he’ll be sure they’re dealt with accordingly.

Uses his econ class as an excuse to sneak around with you.

Chad: “Where the hell were you? As soon as you disappeared, Ghostface just so happens to show up!”

“I was at econ!”

If econ means, “having sex with your lover” instead of economics then yeah. He’d be at econ.

He’s a bit scared to go public, because let’s face it- he’s kind of a loser. Your loser, but still. He doesn’t know how people would think, so you shut him up.

“I don’t give a fuck about what other people think about us.”

And there was zero argument after that.

SUBMISSIVE ASF. Like will literally do anything to make you happy and pleasure you.

Chad knocked on your door while you guys were going at it once, and he’s never been able to shake the turn on of “getting caught in the act” since.

Helps you with homework. (More like does it for you) but anything for you, right?

Will take your mask kink into consideration. (If you have one, that is)

Love language is acts of service. Just being able to do something for you and make you happy just makes him happy.

LOVES cuddling. He just likes feeling your warmth, and he loves how both of you mold together like you guys were made for each other.

You did the “my husband” prank on him once, and he’s never been able to get it out of his head since.

Oblivious to how big he is. When you’re doing it for the first time, he feels a bit insecure.

“Is it good enough…?”

“Baby… More than enough.”

He couldn’t hide the cheesy grin that appeared on his face.

You defend him from the Ghostface rumors, oblivious to his actual identity. A part of him almost feels guilty for you going out of your way to disprove them. Almost.

A horrible praise kink. Literally, just praising him for getting a good grade will make him feel all sorts of things.

12 AM MOTIVATION GO BRRR

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[mrs-meeks-martin]

I’m Busy

dom!chad-meeks-martin x fem!reader

warnings: SMUTT, backshotting, sough rex, inappropriateness, cussing ^^

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summary: Chad had a not so good day, and you kept demanding him to do things. Or at least that’s how he says it went. All you know is that he snapped.

“Hey, Chad. Can you help me fix something on my laptop? I need to work on an assignment.” You ask, turning your head to face Chad, who’s lying on your bed with his head buried in your cute little pillows.

“Yeah, I’ll do it later.” He grumbles, adjusting his place on the bed.

“No, like… Can you do it now? The assignment is due tomorrow, and this is like the only free window I get.” You pout, crossing your arms.

“I said not now.”

“But you’re never doing anything- Can you just get off of your ass for once, please?” Your words make Chad lift his head off of your pillows, looking at you like you’re crazy.

“Nngh… Slow down- I-I can’t take it…” You moan out, your pleas for Chad to slow down being fruitless.

He leans down to your ear and whispers, “Shut up and take this dick.” His hips slap into you faster, and you feel like you’re seeing stars.

“I-I caaannt… S’too much…” You whine , feeling his thickness stretch you to your limits. You try to push off of him, but he only takes your wrists in his hand.

“Don’t fucking run from it, baby. And next time I say not now, it means I’m fucking busy. Got it?” He says authoritatively, fucking you into the mattress.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

“G-Got…. Got it…” You manage to babble, too cockdrunk to even think.



[mrs-meeks-martin]

Happy Halloween P1

EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

warnings: inappropriate language, stalkerish behavior, implied crush, freakiness (no smut this part)

PART 2

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Ethan Landry, the hot, mysterious boy in the back of your class. You’ve noticed him, having to do some group projects with him once or twice, but you’ve never really paid attention to him otherwise.

When it came to you, he was the complete opposite.

It was like he analyzed your every move. Whenever you were somewhere, like a small little coffee shop on campus, he never failed to be there, watching you. From the shadows, of course. Not like you noticed him. He was always precautious when it came to things like that. Ethan tried to convince himself he wasn’t a stalker, that he was just making sure you were okay. He was only following you everywhere because he cared for your wellbeing, right?

So when you were handing out fliers to a Halloween party that Chad had practically begged you to go to, he took one without hesitation. He doesn’t even go to parties. He just wanted to have contact with your soft hands, the touch sending a jolt through his body that he hid well enough for you not to notice.

“I thought you didn’t go to parties.” You raise a brow at him, puffing out your lips in a pout.

“I don’t.” He replies back, mentally slapping himself in the face. Why would he even say that?

“So then why’re you going? I thought you were smarter than this, nerd.” You poke fun at him playfully, poking his shoulder as you giggle.

She’s touching me- She’s touching me. Even a simple poke was enough to get his heart skipping beats.“Hey, I am NOT a nerd!” He tries to retort back, which ends up being futile. His cheeks flush a light shade of pink, threatening to get darker at the teasing.

“Uh huh… Says the one that did all of the work on our group projects.”

He almost chuckles at that. The only reason he did all of that work was for you. Whenever someone else was working with him, he always made sure that they did their share. But you…

“You better have a killer costume, dork.” You walk away before he can say, “I will…”

A killer costume. He chuckled in his head. She definitely meant a ‘great’ costume, but… Maybe I’ll save myself a couple of bucks and go as Ghostface.

As more people start to file in the party, you wonder where Ethan is. Not that you care, or do you? You really don’t know. You scoop yourself a cup of probably spiked punch and make it to the living area. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone in a Ghostface costume waltz in the party. It’s not the first time someone has done that, but it always seems to give you a strange feeling in your gut.

“Hey, y/n.” Ethan removes his mask and smiles, flashing his pearly whites. He looks you up and down, surveying your costume. You were going for a Harley Quinn look with the cute cropped 3 color-way tee and those short ass shorts paired with the iconic fishnets. Ethan tries his best not to ogle you, but at the end of the day, he’s an adult trapped in a horny teenagers body.

Thank goodness, you say in your head. “When I said a ‘killer costume’ I didn’t actually mean a real killer, dork.” You facepalm, and it makes his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“So you don’t like the costume?” Ethan frowns. I probably shouldn’t have skimped out and just bought some lame outfit from Party City-

Before he can finish his thought, you cut back in and say, “I think it’s pretty cool, It’s hella creepy, though.”

As you finish your sentence, Chad just so happens to see you in the teeming crowd of people and walk over to you.

“Hey, guess who made it!” Chad puts a hand on your shoulder, shaking it hard.

“Hey, Chad! Been a while.” You smile, turning around to hug him. The action makes Ethan clench his jaw. Even though he knew you and Chad were inseparable, (friends wise) that didn’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. However, that all melted away when his eyes drifted down to those shorts. The same shorts that gave him a wonderful view of your-

“Hello? Ethan?” You snap in his face, tilting your head a bit. “Earth to-”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He gives you a strained smile, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his groin. Great. Just great, he thinks, wanting to bang his head against the wall.

You take a drink of your punch as Chad looks at both of you and raises a brow. “Yeah, I sense some serious sexual tension here, so I’m just gonna-” That makes you spit your drink out, some of the liquid coming from your nose.

“I beg your utmost, finest pardon?” You look at Chad with wide eyes and then turn your head to look at Ethan, and you notice how red he is.

“Yeah… That’s my queue.” Chad begins to back away, giving a slow nod to you as he does those stupid hand motions.

Take me with you.. Ethan thinks, not being able to handle the embarrassment.

“Ignore him, He’s probably already drunk, spouting nonsense and whatnot.” You smile awkwardly, trying to avert the attention from what just happened.

“Yeah, yeah-” He nods quickly, trying to also avoid conversing about the topic.

“So uh…” Chad realllyyy wasn’t lying. The tension in the air was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife. You broke the awkward silence, trying not to sound corny. “I’m bored as fuck. See, this is why I don’t go to parties anymore.”

“You should leave with me.” Ethan says in a low voice, mustering up all of his courage.

CLIFFHANGER

ps: first actual series! interaction is appreciated 😘

[mrs-meeks-martin]

Hop Off

Pairing: nerd!jason x fem!reader

warnings:

mentions of smut

inappropriate language

established relationship

bad writing (i’m half asleep)

wanted to do sum with my oc jason ^^

you lay on your boyfriend’s bed, bored out of your mind. does he ever get off that fucking game? you think, as you look to him. he’s sitting on his gaming chair, his fingers mashing effortlessly on his keyboard. his skilled, long fingers…

you shake your head to clear the thought from your mind, and take an actual glance at him. his perfect, brown curly locks are a bit disheveled due to the headset on the top of his head, but it only makes him look hotter. not to mention those beautiful blue eyes, staring at his computer screen. you realize it’s finally time to take action, and you need to get him off of his game one way or another.

you get up and slowly start to walk over to his little gaming setup, mischief in your cute, brown doe eyes. he somehow hears your steps over the sound effects playing in his headset, sparing you a glance.

“baby, when are you getting off the gameee?” you say in a pouty tone of voice. you cross your srms, the action pushing up your breasts.

“yeah- um, soon.” he shakes his head slightly to concentrate again, continuing to mash the stupid keys on his keyboard.

if he wasn’t going to pay attention to you, you were gonna make him.

you get even closer to him, your body brushing against his gaming chair. you grab both of the arms of the chair and turn it quickly to face you.

“woah, baby- what are you-” he flinches a bit, seeming startled.

you lean in closer, your body almost touching his. giving him a look that’s a mixture of seriousness and lust, you say “shut up and take that headset off, unless you want your little friends to hear you moan my name.”

“yes ma’am.” he immediately takes the headset off of his head, tossing it somewhere on his desk.

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