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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 😘

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Ꮤ𐌄𐌋𐌂Ꝋ𐌌𐌄 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌌𐌓𐌔 𐌌𐌄𐌄𐌊𐌔’ 𐌔𐌋𐌀𐌵Ᏽ𐋅𐌕𐌄𐌓𐋅Ꝋ𐌵𐌔𐌄 …

𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ?

✧.* 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 -

𐌓𐌄𐌃 = 𐌔𐌌𐌵𐌕

a/n: red and white = smut + fluff and(or) angst

ty to @anitalenia for the dividers!!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓 :

𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖙.

𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉.

coming soon…

𝖎’𝖒 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖞.

𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖔 - 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

coming soon…

𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖞 :

𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓.

part 1. part 2. part 3.

𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 - 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘.

intro. prequel. part 1.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊!

𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖍𝖈𝖘.

𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘… ༉‧₊˚.

nothing yet…

「 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌… 」

nothing yet…

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Don’t

pairing: best friend chad meeks martin x fem reader

song:

summary: Chad has a burning hot rage for your boyfriend, Ethan. He thinks he isn’t good enough for you, and one day his thoughts finally register in your mind.

NOT PROOFREAD I REPEAT NOT PROOFREAD!

best friend chad who will scowl whenever he hears Ethan’s name come out of your mouth, but not today.

best friend chad who comforts your crying body after you saw your boyfriend sending lewd texts to someone who wasn’t you.

“he’s a dick, y/n. don’t worry about him.” chad plays with your hair as you snuggle closer to him, the action seeming a bit too intimate given the situation that had just happened a couple of hours before.

“fucking asshole..” you’d sniffle, clinging onto his bicep like it’s your lifeline.

“i wanna give you better.” he’d mumble, and you almost don’t catch it.

“excuse me?”

“somebody gotta step up. your boyfriend was doing a shit job at taking care of you.” he’d shake his head, brows furrowing at the thought of him.

“how would you like to get some revenge?”

“like how, chad?”

“sex.”

and that’s how you found your legs wrapped around his neck with two of his fingers buried deep into your sopping wet folds. your moans are so loud that you swear they you’ve woken up his neighbors.

“and apparently, he’s done a horrible job at making you feel good. so fuckin loud f’me…” he’d chuckle darkly, curling his fingers inside of you and hitting that spongy spot that elicits an oh so sweet moan.

“chad, stop- i feel like i’m about to pee-”

all of the sudden, his fingers impossibly quicken inside of you, during everything that’s going on, he doesn’t even realize he’s hopelessly rutting against the bed, searching for any form of friction.

“chad!” you come so hard it momentarily blinds you. when you blink your vision back, still riding on your high, you see chad drenched in wetness, his shirt and chin dripping with clear liquid.

“w-was that me?” you say embarrassed as you point to his soaked shirt that he’s now taking off, revealing his chiseled body.

“yeah. don’t worry, it was hot as fuck.” he flashes his pearly whites, trying his best to hide that he’s completely pussydrunk already. he wasn’t even in you yet. he pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers at the same time, his cock springing free with a weighty bounce.

and god, was he big.

your eyes widen immediately, scanning up and down his shaft.

“how is that gonna-”

“fit? oh don’t worry, i’ll make it.” he responds, getting on top of you.

“chad it’s not… going in-” you bite your lip nervously, looking up at him.

“i told you to relax..” chad strokes your hair, trying once again.

“i’ve been relaxing for the past couple of minutes.” you pout, about to give up.

“i’m sorry.” he says randomly, giving you a peck on the cheek and you raise a brow.

“for wha- holy fuck!” he thrusts into you forcefully, burying himself inside of you.

“god, this pussy feels so good.” he… whines? did you just hear him whine?

“chad did you just- whine?” you ask, giggling a little. you’re shut up when he starts moving in you.

“f-fuck, pretty pussy just sucking me in, hmm? so f-fucking wet.” he shuts his eyes tightly to try and stop the feeling of him wanting to bust already.

“chad- oh god. right there!” you throw your head back, drool dribbling out of your lips as you’re fucked dumb.

chad’s head finds purchase in your neck to muffle his whimpers and whines as he thrusts into you.

“cumming! cumming!” you scream out, clenching on him like he’s your lifeline.

chad sees a creamy white ring form at his base and busts on the spot. “fuck, y/n…” he groans as he spills his thick, white seed into you.

best friend chad who pretends to know nothing about the photos that someone (he) sent your boyfriend of his cum leaking out of you!

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Down the… Bunny Hole? Part 1: My… Tutor?

pairing: Hockey playboy!Ethan x Cameron (fem!oc)

summary: Score, he thought. He got that cute girls number. But it seems like he’ll definitely be seeing her more often, and he realizes that she wasn’t that he thought she would be.

warnings: nothing bad, just light cussing and a bit of forth wall breaking

a/n: first real part on this series!!

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“Get your grades up, or you won’t be allowed to play on the team.” Were the only words ringing through his ears after the coach had a little talk with him after practice.

“You’re a great asset to this team, and I would hate to let you go, Landry.” Coach Brown explains, shaking his head while holding a clipboard. This interaction seems a bit too cliché for Ethan.

“Well, I suck at pretty much every subject. How am I gonna get my grades up?” Ethan asks, the response coming out a bit fresh.

“You could always try to find a tutor. I heard there are some pretty good ones on campus, and they aren’t that expensive. I heard one’ll do it for free.” The coach suggests, writing something down on his clipboard. Probably some hockey or coach jargon, he says in his head like the action has any significance in the first place.

And that’s how he met Cameron.

Well, not exactly. He knew her from the game earlier, where he just so happened to look her way as she was practically eye fucking him. Or at least that’s how he describes the look. He’s usually one to exaggerate things. He just didn’t expect her to be so… Nerdy. Hey, he doesn’t have a thing against nerds. He just didn’t think one could be so… Pretty, is it? No, that’s rude to other nerds, he thinks, trying to come up with something to explain his stereotypical nature reasonable judgement.

Now the pair are sitting at one of the worn, wooden tables at the campus library, as Cameron takes out her books.

“I didn’t know you were so smart. You tutor as a side gig?” Ethan asks, setting the hunk that was his book bag down on the floor with a thud.

“Yeah, I might as well put my IQ to good use.” She lets out a cute giggle, and it almost makes Ethan mad. Why does it make him mad? He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, running his fingers through his curly hair.

“What’re we learning about again?” Ethan asks, taking out some writing utensils and rubbing his eyes. As hot as she was, he really didn’t wanna be here. Studying was boring, and it was the last thing he saw himself doing on a Friday, of all days.

“Economics. Now open your book to page… Forty-Three.”

As she teaches him, he gets lost in her voice. Her voice is beautiful. Soft, but still meaningful and sweet. All of the sudden, he feels butterflies in the pit of his stomach, and he pulls his hoodie over his head as to hide his blush. Why the hell does he feel this way over a voice?

“Did you write that?” Cameron looks him in the eyes, raising a brow as she pushes up her glasses.

“Oh, uh- On it. What were we talking about again?” She sighs, throwing her head back.

“Do I have to explain that again? Alright- To dumb it down-” She barely gets half way through the explanation before he complains.

“To be honest, I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying.”

“This is base level economics, and you’re telling me you don’t know what I’m saying?” She lets out a breath to calm herself down, rubbing her forehead. “You’re a lost cause.”

“Hey! I’m trying.”

“No you aren’t- Are you on your phone?” She reaches over the table to grab it from him, and he dodges, which results in a small little scuffle. They must be making a lot of noise, because the next thing they hear is a SHH. With that humbling experience, they both slowly sit down in their seats, and then comes an awkward silence.

“This is gonna take EONS. EPOCHS, even.” She rolls her eyes, slouching in her seat.

“What the hell is an epoch?”

“How’re you in college? Just how?” She whisper yells, almost losing her cool.

“Whatever, enough about me being epic or whatever you said. Let’s get to learning.”

“You were the one on your phone, dimwit.”

After a couple of hours, she finally got Ethan to understand the basic principles of economics.

“Finally, you’re at like, toddler level now.”

“Hey- I’m learning, chill!” He flashes his teeth, making Cameron blush a little bit. His smile is so perfect…

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Tutoring? On a Saturday? Yeah no, I’m going out.”

“Going out where, exactly?”

“Some party.” Ethan mumbles, packing up his stuff.

“I don’t really go to parties.”

“You should totally come with me.” Ethan suggests, trying to spend more time with her.

“I’ll think about it. Send me the details.”

And with that, Ethan nods, says good riddance and walks out of the library. Why was it so hard to just… concentrate when it came to her? What’s so special about her? I mean, she’s pretty, but I talk to hot girls everyday. Hell, I’m the Ethan Landry, he says in his head, and then he realizes.

Maybe you’re… Different.

Well, no shit sherlock, but you were one of the only girls that could actually keep his attention without showing off their bodies or something else on the outside. You seemed… Passionate. He liked that. He was getting too hasty about all of this. There was no way he already felt this way. But I mean, you know what they say about love at first sight.

But there’s never been love at first sight when it came to him.

Just one and dones.

Maybe you were the one that could change that.

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Happy Halloween P3

Ethan!Landry x Fem!Reader

warnings: sex, duh

a/n: my fault for the drabble (not even,) short part because I just wanted to separate the dialogue and sex for suspense ^^ (and interaction) WHO SAID THAT??

PART 1 - PART 2

“Lay back, I’m gonna ride you.” You repeat, clearer this time.

“O-Okay…” He stutters, scrambling to lay down. “This is okay… R-Right?”

“Relax, Eth.”

Eth.

You barely get to straddle him before he’s grabbing onto your hips and pulling you down onto him. A gasp leaves your mouth, and you smirk.

“I said relax- ngh!” He smacks his angry, mushroomy tip on your practically dripping entrance.

Where did this come from?

The headboard practically slams against the wall with each hard upward thrust that Ethan delivers, and you’re having a hard time holding on. Well- finding something to hold on to, that is. Your tight walls clench him once more, and he’s sure that he’s reached the pearly gates. Yeah, like he was ever getting to them with this amount of adultery.

Eth… Close!” You manage to squeak out, listening to the absolutely obscene noises that your pussy is making at the moment.

“Holy… I- I don’t think I can-” Ethan sputters out, mindlessly thrusting up into your gummy walls like it’s a second nature.

“I’m on the pill…” Those words feel like an angel calls out to him in that exact moment, and his body starts bucking up in autopilot.

“Cumming, Eth! Cumming!” You throw your head back as you finally reach your climax, the high unlike any others you’ve felt before. Why does this one feel different?

“God, you’re so perfect- Holy-” Ethan cums so hard it practically blinds him, coming out in thick, white ropes that paint your walls a pearlescent white. As speckles of black and white finally fade from his vision, he finally lets out a breath he’s been holding for- Wait, how long?

“Marry me.” He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, his breath coming out in short pants, matching yours.

“Wait- Wha-?”

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Texts with hockey player Ethan!

a/n: had this idea for a while, but it’s low key an excuse to NOT work on hhp3

warnings: nsfw content

pairing: Cameron x Ethan (DTBH)

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Down the… Bunny Hole? (EXTRAS)

DTBH INTRO

HEADCANNONS FOR OTHERS!

a/n: these aren’t finished! will update when new characters begin to get introduced!

Tara Carpenter

Cameron’s right hand woman

Extrovert

Pushes Cameron to try new things

Gives Cameron advice on how to deal with Ethan

Always on her phone (usually texting Chad)

The DEFINITION of “tmi”

Funny and optimistic

Dialogue examples

“Cam, I swear on everything sacred-”

“Sorry I ditched you last night. Chad FINALLY was alone in his dorm and-”

“Bless your heart, you stupid… Whatever.”

“Don’t worry, Cami. Ethan will probably warm up soon enough.”

Chad-Meeks-Martin

Cameron’s right hand MAN

Doesn’t have a good relationship with Ethan, and disapproves of your relationship with him

Always cracking jokes

Switch between serious and carefree can flip fast

Flirts with Cameron a BIT too much (really only to piss off Ethan, he loves his girlfriend)

Speaking of girlfriend, Tara knows about Chads burning hatred with Ethan, so she feeds into the flirting sometimes too.

Cameron and Chad literally share one brain cell

Always on his phone (texting Tara and sending her dumbass reels)

Nerdy as hell, usually studies with Cameron

HELLA tattoos, and he always has to explain their meanings like you haven’t heard it a thousand times

Dialogue examples:

“Oh, the lightning bolt thingy? Basically, I got this a while ago- Crazy story-”

“Sheesh, you are one smoking hot best friend-” (Right in-front of Ethan, of course)

“Like sheesh, girll…” Tara would add on, trying not to burst into laughter as you all look at each other.

“Guess what? Chicken butt!” (He thinks that’s the funniest thing ever)

“Fuck Ethan. Pretentious ass-”

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Down the…Bunny Hole? (PRE)

playboyhockeyplayer!ethan x nerdfem!oc

prequel!! - warnings: cursing

Never in her 19 and a half years of living has she been so happy to have been dragged to a hockey game, or any event for that matter, by Tara. As all of the boys are packing up, one catches her eye. Helmet in hand and wet, curly hair sticking to his forehead, there he is in all of his glory. Ethan Landry.

“Hello, Cami? Earth to Cameron!” Tara snaps in her face, looking over to where she was blankly staring.

“Oh, yeah- Shit. Sorry, Tar.”

“Who were you looking at~?” Tara wiggles her brows slightly, poking her shoulder.

“Nunya.” She smiles sarcastically, her eyes scanning over Ethan.

“You have the hots for Ethan Landry?” Tara gasps dramatically, putting a hand over her forehead.

“Shut up, Tara.” She shrugs her off and looks over at Ethan. He then looks over her way, locking eyes with her. Shit, shit. He totally caught me staring. Wait- is he coming over here?!

“I haven’t seen you before. You new?” He asks, raising a brow and shamelessly ogling her.

“Uh- No, I’m not new.” She pushes her glasses up, smiling sheepishly.

“Well Cameron said she wanted to tell you that you’re smokin hot, Landry.” Tara jokes, patting her on the shoulder. What the actual hell, Tara?!

“Cameron, huh? Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you.. Too.” She says quietly, managing to hold eye contact with him.

“You think I can get your digits, Cameron?”

“Of- Of course-” She stutters out, fumbling her phone and handing it to him. After he types something on both of their phones, he hands hers back.

“There. Call me.” He smirks nonchalantly and skates off to god knows where.

“Holy shit. Tara, for once you didn’t scare the hoes away!” She hits Tara playfully, shaking her with the biggest smile on her face.

“Yeah, yeah. But I do have to warn you though. He is kind of a… Man whore, they call it?”

“I can fix him.”

And that she did.

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Down the…Bunny Hole?

playboyhockeyplayer!ethan x nerdfem!oc

INTRODUCTION TO MY NEW SERIES

summary: ethan’s streak as a playboy suddenly came to a halt when he met Cameron, his tutor. due to their opposing personalities, you (mostly him) came to a one-sided proper conclusion that your relationship should be secretive. however, there are some complications to that.

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Ethan Landry

Popular

Hockey player (Right Wing)

Dedicated to his sport

Has a streak of being a player (experienced)

Attracts HELLA puck bunnies (kinda the insp. for the name lol)

Has a nonchalant air about him until you crack open his shell

Never serious

Affectionate, but not in public

Not very trustable

HUGE liar

Scared about hurting his reputation

Dialogue examples

“Cmon, babe… Don’t do that.”

“She’s a weirdo. I don’t like her babe, trust me.”

“Can we do another day? I have a game.”

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Cameron (Cam/Cami)

Tutors Ethan

Barely has social presence

Close-knit with core four

Straight A student

Despite her desire to stay out of the way, she’s more extroverted

Inexperienced (Ethan taught her a lot)

Doesn’t like to show off her body, even though she has a nice one. She prefers being comfortable.

Loves reading and writing

Always tired from burnout

Wears glasses

Long, black curly hair that she usually straightens. She doesn’t like dealing with her hair.

Usually comes up with snarky retorts when something is said to her

Dialogue examples

“Stop whining. We have work to do.”

“I don’t know, sweats are warmer.”

“I don’t want- whatever this is.”

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EXTRAS (link to other character hcs)

PARTS: prequel

SUB-STORIES (connects to plot) : texting with ethan

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

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Happy Halloween P2

EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

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

PART 1 PART 3

as always reblogging and interaction appreciated

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? Are we deadass?”

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 ^^

reblogging & interaction is appreciated

summary: Chad had a bad 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 face down on your bed with his head buried in your cute little pillows.

“Yeah, I’ll do it later.” He grumbles, turning sideways to face you.

“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, baby. I’m tired.”

“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 as if he’s daring you to say another word.

“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.” He uses one of his hands to pull your hair back, your head finally visible after it being smushed into those cute pillows that he was just laying on.

“G-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 😘