#mason gooding x reader

[chqrmperscn]

mason gooding x male reader

love from the backseat.

after leaving a movie premiere, you and mason find yourself entangled inside a limo on the way home…

content warning; deep throating, public sex, gagging, spitting, handjob, blowjob (r!giving), celebrity reader, verbal, rough-sex, size difference, choking, praise kink, car sex, cum in pants.

flashing lights. buzzing conversations. hundreds of bodies. people rushed all around you as you posed in front of them on the red carpet. celebrating the release of your movie had all eyes drawn to you as cameras clicked repeatedly to showcase you in all your glory. you looked down the carpet at your other cast mates, watching them bask in the light of the cameras. one caught your eyes though- mason gooding, your co-lead in the film. you shared a lot of screentime with him, and the chemistry between you two had become quite palpable. So by the time the film had wrapped, you two had become a thing- albeit in private.

you both preferred the solitude of a private relationship anyways, less eyes prying and easier to navigate. one camera flash called your attention- right, the ever expanding crowd before you. a couple smiles to keep the cameras happy and then you were off the carpet for some downtime.

it wasn’t long until people with microphones began stepping closer to you, eager to ask questions about your upcoming film. “tell us, who was the most fun cast member on set!” a woman in red asked. “the critics have been raving over your film! do you think it’ll live up to the expectations?” a shorter reporter with thicker glasses asked. “What was the most fun scene to film?”

the questions were rapid fire and came one after the other and the other. you tried your best to respond, but found yourself tripping over some words a bit, mostly due to nerves. while answering, pressure seemed to appear on your lower back until the fabric of another suit appeared by your side. mason stood right next to you- personal space a foreign concept. “yeah, uhh- no debate. i’m definitely his favorite cast member to hang out with!” mason joked, placing an arm around you. a smile burned its way onto your face as the reporters asked more and more questions, to which mason gladly took initiative on for you.

the reporters eventually died down and the premiere was hitting its climax as people headed towards the theater to watch your project. mason walked close by with you, his arm still around your neck. you could feel his bicep touch the hair on your neck, the warmth through the fabric; and just how tight it felt on his muscular figure. before you could focus too much on the slab of meat hanging onto you a voice spoke an inquisitive “fun interview?” mason inquired, staring down at you. you stared back up at him, and replied with a short but responsive “yes, but very curious.”

you two quickly found your seats and the lights inside the theater dimmed. the audience would quiet as they were enamored by the picture on display before them. your focused was drawn into your film on screen and nothing seemed to break it, until you could feel mason’s hand atop your own. you watch as he moves it from the armrest to his thigh… and eventually to his crotch. you feel the immense heat radiating from it and the rigid rod that seems to be hiding inside his suit pants. mason leans closer into your ear, his breath causing the hairs on your neck to stand up and your body temperature to flare up. “i need you babe… soon.”

your hand pulled itself back on instinct, what if someone saw? but you turned to face mason, his eyes low as they stared back into yours, his face a playful smile. “soon, not now.” you mutter back, feeling your own pants tighten at the interaction you two had. the rest of the movie seems to fade into obscurity as you think about the things you and mason will be up to later…

the premiere is over. the crowd loves your movie and claps as the credits roll. you’re almost surprised at the reception, but feel affirmed with the sheer amount of praise the film gets. soon after you’re escorted out from the theater and to your limo. cameras click as you get inside and once the door closes, you can finally take a deep breath. your eyes close at the muffled silence, finally being able to relax. so comfortable, in fact, that you don’t even realize mason sitting next to you, his hands rubbing against your inner thigh.

“sorry, couldn’t wait. i need you now.” he says, squeezing your thigh and moving in to breathe on your neck. you twitch under his touch, feeling his large hands tour your body. the heat between the two of you flares as he pulls your chin towards him to swallow your lips into a kiss. you envelop him in your arms as you pull him in deeper, matching the energy in the kiss all you can. your back gets pressed up against the passenger door as he puts all his weight into you.

“wait. let me get on my knees,” you say. mason pulls away for a moment and you shuffle around to find your knees on the floor of the car seat, feeling the car vibrate in your knees as it drives. you look up at mason who looks back. you can take in the sheer mass of him and his body, his thighs bulging from inside his suit. you can tell from the thick outline trailing down his inner thigh that mason is rock hard- like a sheathed sword in his pants. your hands don’t stay idle for long as you make way to his belt buckle and undo it in impressive speed. you’re hungry for this.

the belt pops open and you rub his dick through his pants leg, feeling just how stiff it is inside his pants. you take it out as it stands at full attention before your eyes. mason was long, you knew this- this wasn’t the first time he’d been brandished before you in his almighty glory. he had to be no less than 7 inches while erect, and with the way pre-cum coagulated around his tip, you had to be quick.

your tongue licked him vertically from bottom to top, releasing an explicit groan from mason as he gripped the door handles. both your hands were required to hold the dick and still some excess was left over. saliva gathered in your mouth and you spit on the man’s dick, rubbing it in with your hands over his cock. you felt his thighs throb at the pace you moved, rubbing it in like lotion. you jerked him off and with every stroke, his hips began to jerk into your hands.

he bit his lip to quiet his pleasure from your hands, but once you opened your mouth and began to swallow his dick whole did that idea go out the window. you hollowed your cheeks to be able to fit him all the way in, and there was still about 3 inches left that you couldn’t fit in. your hands went down to fondle his balls while you made sure that you felt comfortable taking down what you could. spit could be felt all around your mouth. “f-ffuck,” mason groaned out as his head fell backwards. “do-ddo that again.”

you obeyed as you toyed further with his balls, hearing him moan more under your touch. you could feel him jerk his hips further into your mouth, fucking his dick further into your mouth. “good boy,” he muttered out. you choked a bit, but he slowed his pace for a moment. spit drenched your chin and some managed to get upon your suit from the way his dick moved inside your mouth. you tugged his suit pants down further, feasting your eyes upon the meaty and hairy thighs hiding inside them. mason found a grip inside your hair and with unmatched strength guided your head up and down his cock. the inches you were comfortable with suddenly had you deep throating the entire thing down to the base. you gargled on his cock, saliva coating his cock like a thick blanket.

you would somehow find it in yourself to come up for air. your mouth became free from his dick as you took in some deep breaths, and even coughed a little. in the downtime of your mouth, you went to jerk him with your hands, feeling the thick saliva coat stain your hands. his body quivered at the touch, shaking just with the way your hands went up and down on him. “that dick is fucking big mason,” you said as you repositioned to swallow it once more.

“then take it all.” mason would say. his legs went around your neck and pulled you in further and his hands fell into your hair once again, forcing you down all the way on his cock with no way back up. you choked further and further, mason thrusting into you like you were just some type of toy. “yeah, take it all the way down. fuckin’ bitch boy.” you felt your cheeks burn as you were stuck all the way down. you put your hands on his thighs, rubbing at them as you were forced to take his dick in all its glory.

mason began to twitch, his thrusts became much more hurried and sloppy inside your mouth as he lost control of the strength in his thighs. “i-i’mm gonna cum. you’re gonna have to swallow… i-in case there’s people at the hotel.” he informs you as his body shakes from your tongue. your tongue swirls around his cock as best as it can, your hands return to his balls, you do everything you can to make him cum.

mason’s legs tremble and jitter as the inside of your mouth is painted with his nut, the sheer volume causing some of it to leak outside of your mouth. you try to swallow you can. mason’s breaths slow down as he releases your neck from his muscles. you pull out from his dick and see a trail mixed with cum and saliva between your mouth and his dick. you look down at yourself, your clothes drenched in sweat, saliva, and your own load of cum inside your pants. he rubs at your head, giggling from the cumshot he face you.

you look up at mason, your eyes red from the choking.

“can you spend the night?”

[sadesluvr]

RIVERDANCE

The one where you hook up with Chad at a college party.

(Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader)

A/N: A long awaited Chad fic inspired by a recent album! Songs for ambience: One Dance - Drake, These Walls - Kendrick Lamar + RIVERDANCE - Beyoncé.

Word count: 2K

Tags: SMUT / College! Reader / Alcohol use / Cowgirl (Position) / Moments of fluff / Reader is in control and we love it!

The fading sound of a Drake song signalled yet another three minutes were down, creeping closer to the end of the party. Some were tired, some were horny, and some, especially in your case, were turnt. The turquoise and orange lights of the house party were euphoric; making you feel as if you were in a club, rather than a gritty frat house, and your grip on the signature red paper cups hadn’t wavered.

“Fuck, Y/N you haven’t stopped!” Mindy commented, a smirk on her face as she looked you up and down. Any other day you would’ve taken it as a flirtation but given the fact that she was sitting next to her girlfriend - much more the fact you were dressed like Daisy Duke - seemed unlikely. “Save some for the rest of us!”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you began to sway to a distantly familiar song.

“And waste it on two lesbians on a couch? I don’t think so!”

“Touché,” Anika remarked, and your eyes brightened, immediately outstretching your arms towards her.

“Come on, you’ve been sitting all night. Dance with me!” you begged, and she gave a sweet, but strained frown.

“We prefer to be bystanders,” she said, before glancing over at Mindy and lowering her voice. “I said I’d dance with you, but Mindy’s been keeping me hostage!”

“Mindy!”

“What? I’m doing my brother a favour. I don’t want him to get all jealous,” the short haired girl said, shrugging as she sipped her beer.

“Jealous?” you said, feigning ignorance as you got closer.

“Babe, he’s got a massive crush on you,” Anika said exasperatedly. “And don’t act like you don’t know, we saw the two of you earlier…”

Earlier. What had happened earlier? Soft grinding and an exchange of drinks, of course. Chad Meeks-Martin was Mindy’s twin brother, a star athlete and basically one of the hottest guys in Blackmore.

You’d met him at a mixer at the start of the year, but it had been a cat and mouse game ever since that point. It was almost unfathomable how instantly the attraction had occurred - you’d simply locked eyes from across the room, and the rest had been history.

Momentarily, you were transported back to the beginning of the night, how you’d felt the boys dark brown eyes roam up and down your body, transfixed to the way you grooved to the beat. Your back had been tightly pressed against his chiselled torso as you grinned your ass against his pelvis, looking back at him from the corner of your eye. He hadn’t flinched; merely securing his hands on your waist and rolling his hips back, all through a delighted chuckle. He was going to be yours by the end of the night.

“It means nothing until he says something.” you shrugged.

“You know how Chad is, he’s just waiting for the right time…” Anika said, gazing off into the distance and perking up as she spotted a figure coming towards where you were sat. Speaking of —“

It was Chad; all six foot and shirtless of him, dressed in nothing more than a pair of jeans, large belt and a cowboy hat, fitted with a bandana around his neck. He smirked, walking through the room with ease, and placing a hand gently on your shoulder, looking onto the two girls on the couch.

“Excuse me — ‘Nika, Mindy…Mind if I borrow Y/N here?”

“She’s all yours Romeo,” Mindy smirked, dropping her feet from on top of the coffee table. “Behave, and lock the door. We don’t want to have to spend tomorrow explaining the birds and the bees to Ethan…”

The pair of you chuckled before you granted them a small goodbye. Chad pulled you off into a quieter corner of the room, eyes slightly glossy as he stared at you.

“So, uh, how’re you getting home?” he said softly, clearing his throat.

“I live ten minutes away,” You snickered, adjusting your posture so that you crossed your arms in-front of your chest, lending Chad a decent view of your chest. “I’m sure my legs are fine.”

“So you won’t mind if I walk you? I give great piggyback rides, y’know…” he replied, a small smile growing at the ends of his lips.

“ ‘You sure you’re done here?”

“I don’t see anything else I wanna do…”

There was a brief silence.

“Really?” You hummed. “I just figured it was kinda early…”

Chad laughed, and ran his fingers across his chin, biting his lip as he drank you in. He’d been wanting you since the first college mixer, odd considering the fact that he could practically have any girl he wanted. Why had he waited until now to make a move?

Even amidst his alcohol induced haze and excessive head bashing his only conclusion was that he was somewhat of a coward, plagued by the idea that his next relationship could kill him. Whilst Woodsboro was on his mind, he was thankful he’d waited this long. You’d basically dry humped within the first ten minutes of the party.

“So you’re a party girl, huh?”

“Always have been.”

“Why don’t we take this little party of ours upstairs? It’s pretty dry down here anyway.” Chad said with a smirk. You certainly weren’t going to disagree, and so you pushed yourself up off the wall and took the lead up the oh-so infamous stairs. Everybody knew what ‘going upstairs’ meant, and you weren’t oblivious to the way that some girls – and a few guys – gave you the stink eye as you disappeared into the soft light, and away from the hustle of downstairs.

You pushed gently on one of the many doors, opening to an empty bedroom, fitted with red bed sheets and ripped band posters on the wall. It certainly wasn’t much, but you weren’t exactly there for the scenery. Locking the door shut, you glanced at Chad through your lashes before slowly making your way over to the bed where he stood, silent, but telling. The tension was palpable; the rhythmic thuds from the music downstairs seemingly beating in time to your hearts.

Chad began to take off his hat, but you stopped him.

“Nuh-uh, cowboy,” you hummed. “Keep it on...”

It was then that you kissed. Chad’s lips were soft, tasting faintly of cocoa butter as they danced along your own glossy ones; his tongue immediately finding yours as he explored your mouth. Your bottom lip grazed the boy’s scar – something you’d always been aware of, but clueless about – and you shuddered at its rugged edges against your own skin, briefly wondering how the rough texture would feel against the wet lips of your pussy.

Letting out a soft moan, you pushed against his body, sending him toppling backwards onto the bed, with you on top. Chad’s chest was heaving as you pulled away, and his brown eyes were wide and full of lust as he watched you kiss down his stomach, paying close attention to his carved six pack as your nails lightly grazed his skin. You stopped at the silver buckle of his jeans and squeezed his bulge, smirking as you locked eyes with him.

“Your nails look so fucking good on my dick, baby,” he moaned, his voice slightly husky. “Take it out...”

“Now?” you giggled, shaking your head. “We don’t have time for that. I wanna get out of here before the night is done.”

“So what? I’m just a fling to you?” he said amusedly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you hummed. “Depends on if you can handle me...” Skilfully, you unzipped his jeans and slipped his cock through the buttoned hole of his boxers, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.

Chad’s length was impressive; bordering on six inches with a decent girth, wrapped up with a short, but prominent vein along its side. You tugged at him eagerly, nodding at him before looking at the bedside table and nodding at the drawer.

“Condom.” you said, and he pouted playfully.

“Baby...You know it doesn’t feel the same...” he whined, pushing the drawer open with one hand, keeping his focus entirely on you.

“It also won’t feel the same when I have to move in with you and Ethan so we can raise a kid.”

Chad grumbled and rolled his eyes, more than happy to oblige. He wanted a mini-Chad of his own but didn’t feel like getting a lecture from Mindy on making her an aunt anytime soon. Besides, he was with you – he was more than willing to wait.

Taking the condom off him, you hurriedly rolled it on before sliding your shorts and panties to the side, his thick head slipping into your wet folds with ease. You both let out a moan, and you savoured the moment, letting him stretch you out before you began to roll your hips, stabilising yourself by placing your hand on his chest. His large hands caressed your waist, holding you up as he ran his fingers along your sides, moving up to grope your tits through your cropped shirt, which was becoming dishevelled with every passing moment.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his teeth gnawing into his bottom lip. “You’re so good at this...Shit, you’re just swallowing me up...”

You smirked, shutting his rambles up by pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips before devilishly kissing down his chest and flicking at his nipple with your tongue, making him draw in a sharp breath and thrusting his hips up into you as punishment. The pressure was sensational, but you stood strong, determined to make it a night to remember. You were willing to take his soul, even.

Despite the dull ache of your knees, Chad’s groans were motivation for you to bounce your hips harder, the exposed areas of your skin colliding with his jeans as it produced an ungodly sound.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, lips wet and parted. “Bounce on this dick. Fuck, I wanna see that action back there...”

“Then feel it.” you said confidently, taking one of Chad’s hands and sliding it under your jeans, giving him a handful of your ass, which he groped and prodded at, sinking you further onto his cock, your juices beginning to drip down to groomed base and embedding itself in his hairs. The boy was so dumbfounded he barely noticed you sliding his hat off his head, placing it onto your own and throwing your head back in pleasure.

It felt as if the two of you were indulging in a perfect dance; where his thrusts responded to the swaying of your hips, where his hands roamed your body and made you hotter as your own kisses brought him back to reality. Alcohol be damned, the room swayed, and sounds became nothing but intoxicated gurgles, lost in the salvo of your passion.

“God, you’re perfect,” he lamented, his movements becoming more ragged. “My ‘lil cowgirl...”

“I’m all yours baby,” you smirked. “I always have been.”

Chad grinned, flashing his perfect whites before pulling you down on top of him so that your heaving chests were pressed against each other's, allowing you a moment of calm before you came; which, judging by the way you trembled and clenched around him, was imminent.

He came first; unable to hold his tongue as his healthy loads filled the condom whilst still managing to buck up into you, sending you into your own state of euphoria. You creamed around his cock, painting the latex in your clear juices and moulding yourself onto him forever, rendering yourself breathless as you buried your face into the crook on his neck, riding down from your high.

For a moment, time stood still, and it was just you and Chad alone, listening to each other's beating hearts as he held onto you by his arms wrapping around your waist protectively, and tracing small circles onto your back. You’d come back to earth, and you could both hear the dull thumping of music around you...and a knock on the door.

“Shit,” you said frantically, his voice hushed. “Ten bedrooms in this stupid house and they choose this one?”

Chad chuckled.

“I guess people have the same idea as us...” he said, fixing himself. “Let’s do this again, yeah? This time I’ll actually take you out on a date first!”

[untilwedont]

Tell Me, Baby

What's Wrong?

RQ: "can you do a chad Meeks x male reader where reader has been down lately and chad starts to notice and he worry’s so he comforts him in a way thank you"

Pairings: Chad Meeks x Male!Reader

Warnings: None other than the reader being sad..

A/N: I kinda hate this fic sm but whatever

Your arms wrapped around your waist as you walked slowly throughout the halls, eyes looking down. Your life felt like it was crumbling right in front of your eyes. Your grades were getting worse and worse by the second, meaning you probably wouldn't graduate college, your family pet recently passed away, and to put a cherry on top, you recently fell off with one of your closest friends because they decide to backstab you just to get closer to someone else.

You could definitely say that your life completely sucked. You were snapped out of your small trance when a hand was placed onto your shoulder. You turned around and saw your boyfriend, Chad, smiling at you. "Hey baby, Ethan, Tara, and I were gonna get lunch later, wanna come with?" He asked while placing a hand in yours. "Oh- um.. No, I'm fine." You spoke, talking quieter than usual. "You okay, babe? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, I'm fine.. why?" You tried speaking a little louder this time, trying to convince chad you were okay-- even if you weren't. "Just.. seem a little quieter. Sure you're okay? You know you can tell me anything M/N." You nodded before giving him a fake smile, "Yeah, everything's fine. Promise.. Just tired" Chad sighed before nodding, "Alright baby, if you say so. You sure you don't wanna come to lunch with us?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure. You guys go have fun." You smiled before giving him a kiss on the lips. He smiled back at you, "Alright babe. Go get some rest, I love you." He said before placing another quick kiss on your cheek. "I love you too." You responded before walking away, back to your dorm.

A few hours passed and you laid on your bed, tears staining your cheeks as you continued to cry in your dark room and you couldn't get them to stop. That is until you had to force them to stop coming out your eyes when you heard a knock on your door and a voice call out. "M/N, baby, you awake?" Chad softly called out. You panicked and tried wiping your tears of your cheeks as quick as possible.

You knew if he came in your room, he'd probably know you'd been crying since your red eyes were a dead giveaway. You thought if you didn't respond he'd walk away, but he instead slowly opened your door. You quickly laid your head on your pillow, pretending like you were asleep. You hoped that if he now saw your sleeping body, he'd finally leave the room, but no.

Instead, he turned the dim LED lights you had in your room and walked towards your bed. He sat down on the edge of your bed before slightly shaking your shoulders awake. You opened your eyes, pretending that he woke you up. "Hey baby, sorry for waking you. I got you some food. I wasn't sure if you were hungry since you weren't answering my texts.. I just wanted-" He cut himself off once his eyes fixated onto your red ones.

"Have you been crying?" He asked, placing the food on the ground and sliding closer to you. "No.." You mumbled, your eyes looking anywhere but his. "You've been crying. What's wrong?" Those two words 'whats wrong' made tears come back to your eyes and you threw yourself into Chad's arms, wrapping your hands around his neck and digging your head into the crook of it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a hand on your head.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked softly, cradling you in his arms. You mumbled a weak no and he hummed in response.

And for most of the night, he cradled you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

[midnightstar-90]

Sorry I’ve been absent. I found a new obsession…

You caught me.

This man is… mmm mmm mmm

I’ve fallen in a hot 🥵 pit of something

I’m obsessed 😍

I don’t know if you were asking or not, and I don’t care, but yes, this is from my TikTok. Go follow me at @Midnightstar_90

[afro-hispwriter]

what my phone sees while watching Masons streams:

[1d5soslittlemixonechicago]

New OC

Maddox "Max" Mendoza(OC)x Ethan Landry

Saylor Berelc (OC)x Jack Champion

Celina Oliver (OC) x Chad Meeks-Martin

Maia Maxwell (OC) x Mason Gooding

So feel free to send requests so I can write for them also check out the others.

[tsuutarr]

Could you make a yandere farmer?

(THIS CONCEPT...... YES!!! I immediately thought of a yandere!farmer that also so happens to be a cow/bull hybrid hehe there's just something about someone who seems so bright and cheerful and helpful but is actually yandere)

“Hey there, neighbor!”

The last thing you expected when you began moving into your new house in the countryside iss the bright greeting of your friendly bullboy neighbor, but you can’t say you’re displeased. You give him a response that makes his mouth stretch into a pretty smile.

“It’s great to meet ya! We don’t get many new folks ‘round here.” He looks at the boxes by your feet curiously. “Can I help ya?”

You try to reject his offer, but his movements are quick and powerful. Before you know it, he’s helping you haul your heavy boxes into your home with ease. His help makes the move go by so much faster that it really, really makes you grateful.

When you try to offer him something to drink as thanks, he waves it off with a warm laugh. “Don’t mention it, cutie,” he says, “I’m always happy to help a neighbor in need.” For a brief moment, he looks contemplative, before he shakes his head. “Yer welcome to reach out whenever ya need me.”

With that, he waves goodbye to you, leaving you with happy feelings and unaware of the small cameras and mics he’s hidden in your home.

Since then, he keeps helping you, giving you eggs and produce from his farm. Whenever you’re in trouble, he’s there immediately, too. When your tires got punctured, when your lights went out, when your pipes clogged – he was there. You’re filled with so much gratitude that you don’t notice that none of your troubles are naturally occurring.

One day, while he’s helping you fix your stove, he says, “By the way, there’ve been reports of some wild animals running amok ‘round here.”

You gulp. Wild animals? What kind? Rabbit? Deer? Or… bears? Something worse?

“Don’t ya worry ‘bout a thing,” he continues, gently patting the stovetop once he’s done fixing it. “You’ve got my number and I’ve got a mean aim.” With a small smile, he makes a gun motion with his hand. “So don’t be scared to call me, okay?”

You nod, though you still feel a little terrified.

That very night, you’re awakened by loud noises outside of your house. Fear clutches your heart and you wonder if you locked your doors and windows, but are too scared to check. With trembling lips, you pull your blanket tighter over yourself, pressing yourself into your bed as you take a quick glance outside your bedside window. A black figure with glowing eyes and horns looks back at you, making you scream.

Before you know it, you’re wrapped in strong, warm arms as a kind voice rumbles in your ear. “It’ll be okay, sugar,” your kind farmer neighbor coos. “I’ve got ya.” 

Too caught up in the moment, you snuggle into him without questioning how he got into your house or how he was by your side so quickly. Nor do you recognize how eerily similar his horns look to the ones you saw on that black figure outside.

[emotionalblues]

HAPPY NATIONAL BOYFRIEND DAYYY TO MY BOYFRIENDS + MORE

[chqrmperscn]

chad meeks-martin x male reader

while at a fourth of july party, you and chad sneak off to have your own fun...

red white and blue seemed to permeate your vision from the bathroom window as rough hands intertwined with your fingers. you sat on top of the bar’s bathroom countertop, your back against the wall and lips against your neck.

chad had suggested you two sneak off, him too bored of the july 4th celebrations to stick around. you nonetheless agreed, said goodbye to your friends, and was whisked off to some bathroom in the bar you were in.

that's how you were here, chad lapping at your neck while sounds of pleasure escaped from you. he moved towards you further, parting your legs and slotting inbetween them perfectly. the sounds of people partying outside escaped you, too focused on the high you wanted to chase. his hands stretched across the your body, embracing the canvas that was you. he rubbed at your thighs, moaning further into the your neck and eventually causing you to fall back against the bathroom mirror.

chad pulled his lips off your neck and stared you down, removing his hands from yours and placing them on your thighs, circling them. he looked into your eyes, his sickeningly sweet gaze causing the heat within your cheeks to burn like embers.

"you ready?" were the only words he muttered out, his voice deeper, seductive. he was focused on you and only you, not caring about anyone outside the four white walls.

‘who wouldn’t be’, you thought to yourself, nodding as you awaited for whatever chad was going to do with you. chad backed up and pulled his sweatshirt off by the neck, revealing his white tank top underneath, sweaty muscles filling the shirt to the brim. his eyes quickly made their way back to you, lifting your arms up effortlessly and sliding your shirt up and off of you, dropping it to the ground beside you.

the kissing match began once more, chad on your lips while his hands palmed the sides of your ass, pushing you up further into the bathroom wall. you tried to be more mindful of the noises you were making, but chad didn’t seem to care, smacking your ass to elicit a yelp from you. he smiled as he kissed you further, while you hoped the music outside would be loud enough to distract those from hearing you in such a disheveled state.

while he seemed to be doing all the work, you wanted chad to feel good too. with your hands now free, you placed them on his belt buckle. it took a second for you to unlatch them since you couldn't see, but once it became undone, you forced his pants down, chad in nothing but his stark white tank top and his tight as hell boxers. he backed off, noticing how you had undressed him with ease.

"oh, you're more eager than i thought." you ignored him and his cheeky smile, your fingers reaching for the large bulge in his red boxers. his dick seemed to stick outward like a missile, your fingers palming him through the stretchy fabric. you gave a tug or two, chad reeling from the feeling by gripping your thighs with force, gentle but stern.

you did a couple more tugs, watching the look on his face as you serviced him. his tip leaked through his boxers, but you ignored the sticky wet feeling on your hands, addicted to watching his dick twitch behind his boxers. chad decided to become proactive, maneuvering your hand aside and sliding his own onto his boxers and pushing them down to the floor tiles below.

"sorry, i was suffocating in those." he joked. with chad letting you have your fun, he decided it was time for his. he pulled your belt buckles down to him, laying you flat on the bathroom countertop, his body slotted in-between your thighs. his left hand reached for your belt buckle while his right hand continued to stroke himself, albeit more slowly than he liked. the belt buckle popped free and with both legs, he pulled both your pants and underwear off in one fell swoop. his hands unleashed a deathly grip onto your ass, the smack echoing through the bathroom.

"fuckin’ love your ass baby,” he moaned out, staring at you lied out on the bathroom tiles. you decided to have fun with him, knowing how much chad could get chatty in situations like these. "then show me."

chad flashed his teeth in a smile, wasting no time to get to work. he sucked on a couple of his fingers, before forcing two of them inside of you, a pleasurable moan releasing from you that he chuckled at. he had never done two fingers on the first go-round, but chad was always pushing limits- ‘adapting to his boyfriend’ as he called it. you couldn’t lie about how good it felt, your fingers gripping the stone edges of the countertop while controlling your breathing. soon, you got adjusted to his knobby fingers and he continued to touch you and make you feel good.

his fingers moved in rigid motions inside you as chad kept eye contact with you, eyeing you as you twitched and squirmed beneath his touch. you inhaled sharply at his fingers, chad never failing to keep you in awe at how good he was with them.

"you think that's good enough babe?" he'd asked, his fingers coming to a halt. too worked out from the pleasure, you nodded and elicited a soft ‘hmm’ to signify you were ready. he readjusted his hips, wiggling his dick to line up with you. to prepare, you breathed in and closed your eyes, trying to prepare you for what’s to come.

chad’s penis seemed to rip any hope of preparedness you had to pieces, a guttural scream coming from you as he thrusted in. you threw your muscles onto his shoulders, tensing up from him being inside you. chad’s penis could reach up to a good 8 inches if he was horny enough, and with all the drinks he had downed today, he was definitely there. he placed his hands on your stomach to manage a grip onto you, while thrusting further.

the relentless onslaught that chad brought upon you felt good in a way you couldn’t describe. chad’s hips seemed to roll in a way that you could never quite adjust to, each stroke- each thrust, not quite being the same as the last.

you dug your fingernails into his shoulders when he hit the spot, another good mannered scream releasing from inside of you. at this point, you were worried some people would knock on the door and try to enter, but chad seemed to gather your focus back onto him with some words of his own.

he bent down into your ear, whispering to you while penetrating you mercilessly. “you’re my good boy, you know that right? only good boys can take this dick right, and daddy’s gonna cum soon.”

he moved your legs from his hips and onto his shoulders, achieving even a further reach inside your ass. you nodded at his words, eyes rolling from the intense dicking he gave you. his thrusts became less and less focused and more and more hungry, he was definitely close to cumming soon.

cheers came from outside as some knocks could be heard from the locked bathroom door. people screamed various affirmations like ‘you go boy!’ to just claps of appraisal.

“c-chad we ha…have to stop. they can actually H-hear us!” you didn’t hesitate to voice your concerns on the exhibitionism you guys indulged in, but chad wouldn’t budge, grabbing your hands and pinning them down onto the bathroom sink. “no we don’t baby, just focus on me and this dick.”

chad pushed further and further inside you. his consistency about his strokes had faded and all he had left was one thing: him finishing the job right. your sunken stomach felt extremely tight the more he continued, and you tapped him rapidly to signal that you were gonna cum and he more than acknowledged that, voicing his own progress with a simple ‘mhm me too’.

you were first though, a whimper of pleasure as your stomach became painted in a tint of white, some of your own semen making it onto your lips and some part of your cheek. chad followed closely behind, him pulling out of your destroyed hole and stroking himself to the finish line, his dick purple from the pressure. he exploded ontop of you, making his mark across your face, stomach, and even some on the mirror behind you. he came with a weakened scream of pleasure of his own, releasing all of his energy from himself.

the high you once had was gone, your lidded eyes looking up at chad. he seemed to calm down, his hands falling to his side while peering down at you in such a disarray. he smiled at his handiwork and ran a hand across his forehead and leaned in for a kiss.

“let’s go back and see if the party got more interesting.”

[veryberryjelly]

stepbro!ethan landry headcanons

i need to get some stepbro!ethan landry out of my head and into the world !

stepbro!ethan who sneaks into your room after your parents have gone to bed just to sleep in the same bed as you

stepbro!ethan who is always subtly checking up on you when your parents are around through subtle touches and passing whispers

stepbro!ethan who pretends not to notice when you walk into the kitchen in the morning in his t-shirt

stepbro!ethan who makes sure you never wear anything other than his clothes once he see's you in one of his t-shirts.

stepbro!ethan who can't sleep very well without you by his side.

stepbro!ethan who is texting you all night when you're not home.

stepbro!ethan who all of your friends have a crush on but none of them know that he's yours.

stepbro!ethan who teases you when both of your parents are in the room with you.

stepbro!ethan who keeps a box of your things under his bed from when you stay in his room. glasses, books, underwear.

stepbro!ethan who has a photo of the two of you in his wallet. you're sitting in his lap, your arms wound around his neck and your face buried in his hair. whenever people ask him who it is, he says 'his sister' and everyone just thinks he's joking, but the soft smirk on his lips says otherwise.

stepbro!ethan who won't let you get up in the morning and keeps his arms locked around you.

stepbro!ethan who has a secret album on his phone that is just photos of you. he scrolls through it when he's missing you.

stepbro!ethan who gets your initial tattooed on his bicep but refuses to tell anyone who he got the tattoo for.

stepbro!ethan who is waiting for the day your parents break up so he can openly be with the girls he's in love with.

[divinesolas]

my boyfriends hanging out thats crazy 🤭

[gothicknightz]

for her | ethan landry

notes: ugh. for the LIFE of me i cannot get through a solid lengthy post, so a short couple of paragraphs should do. slightly sexy with a female reader.

“Mindy, you know I can handle myself. I'm a big girl now. No more horses and cowboys and conspiracy theories. We're both over Woodsboro.”

She leaned against the wall outside her roommate's brother's room, splitting a movie with her boyfriend.

“We've already learned from Sam that you can't trust the love interest. Horror rules 101.”

“Look, whatever you think is going on between me and Chad's roommate, it is definitely not a relationship.”

“But you two are fucking, yeah?”

“Mindy!”

“Hey, look, it still counts, okay! Besides, I've got x-rated dirt on you two from Chad.”

“Fuck you.”

“I think that's Ethan's job. Anyways, I have to pick Anika up from work, so I'll talk to you later.”

Rolling her eyes, she knocked on the door to her boyfriend's room, waiting for him to answer.

It had been a year since Woodsboro.

What could possibly go wrong?

As Ethan opened the door, he greeted her again with a smile, “Who called you this time?”

“Mindy.” She paused, his arm wrapping around her waist as they made it to Ethan's room. “She still doesn't trust you despite her hearing things from Chad. I'm sure the drama queen exaggerates our sex life.”

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked, picking his girlfriend up bridal style as he sat down on his bed.

Laughing as he spun her around, she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, “Yeah. Mindy says it's all x-rated.”

A small blush creeped onto Ethan's face as a small smile toyed at the end of his lips, “It's not that intense.”

“Its not?” She asked, moving a leg to the other side of his hips, with Ethan taking initiative and instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist.

Ethan softly shook his head 'no' as she was going in for the kiss, as the two earlier almost had a moment before getting interrupted by Mindy's call.

She pulled at Ethan's collar, desperate to pull him closer before grabbing a handful of his curls, which earned a sigh from him.

Despite his shy and nerdy exterior, Ethan was harder to break than a bag of cinder blocks once you got to him.

He grabbed onto her hip, his fingers curling inward as it lifted some of her shirt, the kissing rapidly getting more intense as the seconds ticked on.

At some point, Ethan fell backwards, which impaired their kissing temporarily, only to have his hands sliding up the back of her shirt as his hips bucked upwards.

“Aw,” She groaned, her grinding getting more needy as her hands were all over his body, “Somebody's getting needy.”

Ethan whined in agreement before muttering a soft ‘fuck’ as dramatic gagging noises were followed subsequently.

“Holy shit. I'm gonna get sick.”

“Fuck off, Chad!” She turned around and yelled at Ethan's roommate, who was standing at the doorframe.

“You two have got to see yourselves. You both were at it like animals.”

She threw a middle finger up at him, “Yeah, it ain't your first rodeo, princess. Now, out!”

Chad threw his hands up in surrender and defeat before chuckling, “Okay! I apologize giving you both blue balls. Besides, Tara and Sam need us. It's important.”

Chad closed the door before she threatened another insult at him, Ethan's arms slowly reaching out to her, his face flushed.

“Jesus, I hate your roommate.” She grumbled, still feeling the flush of heat between them.

“I know,” He replied, kissing her head, “But we can't possibly go there like this.” Gesturing to himself, Ethan's lips hung open a bit, his pupils blown.

She turned around and faced him, “I agree. Fuck what Mindy and Chad say.” Quickly pulling her shirt off, her hands found their way to her boyfriend's blue jeans.

“You think you can keep it quiet?”

[afro-hispwriter]

Would you ever write for mason in the future? 😝

im very open to it🫶🏾

[g4yforethan]

super shy

pairing: chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: reader catches chad in the act and stays to help

warnings: cursing, top!chad, bottom!reader

a/n: ok this might seem a lil weird but i thought of this randomly in bed and had to start writing! my mind thoo. also they are 18 in this story not tryna do some underage shit that's nasty af.

you were tired and sweaty after gym class and decided to take a quick wash in the locker room. most of the guys in your class had already finished and went home since it was the last class of the day. you also liked it that way since you were a little shy around the guys as well. as the room seemed to get less quiet, you made your way into the showers. you heard the water running so you figured someone had left it on. you took off your clothes and stepped into the shower room. there, you saw him.it was chad. he was pleasuring himself. he moaned as he stroked his long cock with his hands. you were turned on by this as you have had a crush on him the entire school year and it seemed like the universe was working in your favor.

he paused at what he was doing and looked at you. your face was red and you were flustered. "i'm sorry i just got in here right now. i can leave." you said as you started to put your clothes back on. "no no stay here y/n. it's just the two of us. you wanna help me?" your eyes locked with his as he had a devious expression on his face. you walked over to where he was and began stroking his cock. his moans were loud and echoed throughout the room. "fuck. can you suck it?" you nodded your head and went down on your knees and shoved his dick inside your mouth. chad started to grab your hair to make you swallow every inch of his cock. you gagged on it and pulled out as he wanted more of you. “god i wanna fuck you so bad.” he says as he eyes you up and down and grabs ahold of your ass. “then fuck me right now.” you gave him a devious look and he was turned on by this.

he turned you around and smacked your ass before getting on his knees and opening your hole. he stated licking your hole and left hickies on your ass as you moaned out his name. he continued doing this until he couldn’t wait no more and made you get on all fours. there, he teased your hole with his dick and slowly went in at a soft and slow pace. you moaned as his huge cock dug deeper into you and the pulsing sensation of his dick drew you closer to him. “fuck baby you fuck me so well.” you moaned out as he smacked your ass and grabbed ahold of your waist. “yeah just like that baby boy. take this dick.”

he started going at a faster pace and soon enough began wrecking your hole as each stroke became stronger and faster. “ah fuck baby. i’m gonna cum.” “cum inside of me baby.” he came inside of you and filled your hole with his white thick fluid. afterwards, the two of you laid down to catch air. “wow so you’ve been in this class this whole year?” chad asked you. “ha yeah i just stand in the back during tag football. i’m pretty shy.” he came closer to you. “a pretty boy like you shouldn’t be shy at all.” he gave you another kiss on the lips and walked up and left the shower room. before you left, you saw him leave as he winked at you and motioned with his hands to call him. you were going to that night.

[1d5soslittlemixonechicago]

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[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence // E.L + C.M.

(Pt. 5)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader, Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), some angst and shit parents // nsfw ! Threesome . Spit kink . Degradation & praise . Cum swallowing . Oral (m & f receiving) . Fingering (f receiving), choking, overstimulation — dom! Chad, dom! Ethan, sub! Reader

A/N: If this isn’t necessarily the pt 5 people were hoping for I deeply apologize. This is also more plot than porn. But I have a shit ton of ideas for part 6 that I’m rly excited to post 🤭🤭 Ty for reading 🙌🏻

Ethan’s cock is hot and heavy inside you as he fucks your needy cunt with an aching rage. Your nails are digging into his back, small whimpers slipping from your lips as his teeth bite down on your jugular. His hips cant into you at an incredible pace.

It’s been two days. Maybe three, you haven’t really been counting with how much Ethan has been shoving his cock into any hole on your body that exposes itself to him. He’s taking his anger directed towards his dad out onto you, while Chad watches.

Sure, Chad likes watching you get fucked; there’s no doubt about that. But the way Ethan has been touching you for this long is almost starting to concern him. But he knows he can get this way sometimes. Sometimes Ethan gets the need to blow off steam. After high school the once nerdy guy Chad used to be friends with is now a mean sex fiend.

Not that the other can talk, though. Because he’s been going along with it too, cock flush in his hand while he towers over your face and let’s it rub along the expanse of your kiss bitten lips, his abdomen clenched tight with the ache to release. His apartment is hot today, the summer heat reaching a high of ninety eight degrees. It’s a wonder none of you have passed out yet, even with the a/c running. Sweat drips down Ethan’s neck as he pounds you. Your eyes look up at the both of them, pupils dilated and streaming tears. Ethan’s thumbs move to the corners of your mouth and roughly pull them apart to expose the whites of your teeth.

“Good fucking girl. Yeah, open that mouth wide.” Hes demanding, and you can’t say no as you move your mouth open wider. He grins, his spit landing on your tongue and making your eyes roll back. “You fucking slut. This is all your good for, isn’t it? Being used as a little sex doll. That’s your place now, right? Can’t go anywhere, staying in this fucking bed being our fucking sex slave.”

You nod, fucked out and desperate; you’ve came more times than you can count since Ethan had decided to crash on Chad’s couch and you had showed up. Of course you took breaks, but… that wasn’t too far off from them just doing it so you wouldn’t faint or die from dehydration.

“You wanna taste my cum, bunny?” Chad’s voice growls out. He’s close, hands rubbing against his tip in just the right spot. Your tongue peeks out as you close your eyes and wait for his seed to hit you. And when it does, salty and bitter against your taste buds, Ethan lets out a loud animalistic groan and dumps his third load of the day into you. Your worn, body feeling incredibly hot and used. You’re too fucked out for another orgasm.

“Are you done?” You ask quietly, as Ethan pulls out of your abused cunt. He nods, fingers coming up to run across your jaw and tickle the tips of your ears. Chad moves to lay beside the both of you, his hands going to wrap around your wrist as a form of comfort.

“Yeah, baby. We’re done. C’mere, you have to rest.”

“Can we get McDonald’s after this?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Chad cuts in. “Anything you want.”

“I don’t know,” Ethan jokes. “She has her belly full now, doesn’t she?”

Chad grimaces. “Shut up, dude. That’s gross.”

“You literally swallowed my cum two days ago.”

“Yeah, because you held my head down —“

“You would’ve swallowed it anyway!”

A smile plasters on your face at their antics, and your eyes begin to close as the two boys wrap their arms around you.

Ethan watches the outline of your jaw, your soft neck littered with hickeys and bruises. And then to Chad, who’s hands gently graze his as they rest on your tummy. He smiles.

It’s almost perfect, this way. Chad has a job, Ethan’s working on getting one, and you… you’re here, and you’re perfect and you’re beautiful and—

Ethan is so mad.

It’s almost perfect— but there’s a problem. Of course there is, why fucking wouldn’t there be?

You still live in your parent’s house, after all.

Oh, you could move if you could. You could live with Chad, with Ethan, make things the way you want them to— but your mother is demanding. Threatening to cut off your college tuition money if you left was the part that had made you stay. Even after they accused Ethan of being a perverted freak of a person, after saying you were ‘too innocent’ and ‘too young’ to know what he was doing (you and Ethan are only two years apart).

So after they had left for an emergency business venture you knew where you could go. They told you not to, but it’s not like they’d figure it out. And being locked in your room was really starting to bore you.

Ethan’s blood has been boiling since the night you got caught. He wishes he could give you the money for your college, wishes he could give you the entire fucking world. But that doesn’t work on Chad’s salary and probably won’t work on the one Ethan’s about to have.

He wants you and Chad to only be with him.

That may sound selfish, but Ethan isn’t known for being necessarily generous. He wants the entire world to be cut off from the both of you, wants the only thing you both see to be him. Ethan could tear the world apart limb from limb just to have you and Chad forever.

It’s really starting to fuck with him.

Ethan is starting to scare you a little bit.

It’s not the sex— well, it is a little bit, but you enjoy it. He’s just been so.. out of it, recently.

Not in the sense of ‘he’s losing feelings’ or anything like that. It’s when he gets this look in his eyes. Sometimes when he thinks no else is looking, when those doe eyed things go dark and he seems like he’s thinking of doing something he shouldn’t. You don’t know what it is, exactly. But he looks so far off— as if he’s somewhere else. And he’s become more violent; in sex, in the way he holds you down and then holds Chad down the same way. It’s confusing.

And it’s also making you a bit nervous.

Chad doesn’t seem any different, at least from what you can tell. He’s still his same soft self— outside of sex, of course. He takes Ethan’s behavior in stride (and with a little bit of prep). But you can tell that he notices, too.

“I just think that you should drop out.”

Ethan’s voice is blaring with a twinge of annoyance, as he drives you back to your house. You told him he shouldn’t, that it’s too risky. But he won’t listen. You also know that when he says ‘drop out’ he actually means ‘leave our parents and be with me.’

You roll your eyes, hands going down to adjust your pink sundress.

“I can’t just drop out, Ethan. I have a career I’m set on.”

“We can make it work—“

“Don’t be stupid.” You mutter. His hands tap against the steering wheel impatiently, face turned up into one of anger. His blue shirt clings to him tightly, muscles are prominent.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He snaps.

“Don’t make dumb suggestions.”

After that snide comment he shoves you into the house and bends you over the kitchen counter, regardless of your protests, like he did the first time. And then he left you with cum dripping all down your legs, while you waited for your parents to get home from their trip.

When they did you decided to not eat dinner that night.

Your mom has been on the fence since your secret had been revealed to the Landry household. Ethan — your stepbrother — has been fucking you for months.

You still remember the sound of Wayne’s voice screaming at the both of you:

“How could you do this?! After everything we’ve done for the both of you?!”

“You’re a disappointment to me, Ethan. I want you out!”

And then after, when Ethan had left, the words spewed at you.

“I can’t believe you would be such a whore.”

“How could you do this to our family? To me?!”

“You’re never seeing him again.”

Yeah, right.

You sigh, plopping down onto your bed. It’s almost time for you to go to college, the summer ending.

What a wild story you could tell if you had an essay due about your summer.

Your parents are downstairs, now. Doing— you don’t really know what they’re doing. You don’t come down from your room anymore.

A text dings on your phone. You smile.

E🫶🏻: you okay?

me: mhm

You pause. You bite your lip as you assemble to next message.

me: I miss u :)

A moment for him to reply.

E🫶🏻: I miss you too, bunny

E🫶🏻: chad said he misses you too

me: I miss u both >:(

me: we’ll see each other more when I’m away at college tho <3

E🫶🏻 : maybe I have a way to make us be with each other all the time :)

me: oh yeah lover boy? And what would that be

E🫶🏻: you’ll see.

Your brows furrow. A surprise, maybe? A gift? Maybe a new way for you to sneak out…

You don’t know. But your eyes are beginning to become heavy and sleepy; you tell him and Chad both good night and begin to sleep.

Your dreams have become nightmares, more or less. Images of blood and gore, a hand holding on a little too tight — it’s been the same for the past few nights. Your family, slaughtered.

A loud crash makes your eyelids flutter open.

You think you’ve only been asleep a few hours. Your hello kitty clock reads 2:37 a.m in giant bold letters, and your heart beats harshly against your chest at the sudden sound. Furrowing your brows, but being cautious, you grab the pink pocket knife you kept beside your bed. It isn’t much, but it’s something, at least. Creeping closer to the door you can hear that the noise has stopped— but that doesn’t calm you. You think of waking up your parents but you don’t want to make them any more mad than they already are.

You open your door. No one is outside your room, it seems. The sound must’ve come from downstairs. Creeping down the wooden steps you go into the living room and see that it’s empty.

Except for the window.

The one near the couch is wide open, and you can see that a house plant beside it got knocked over and broke all to pieces. You gulp, hands gripping the knife tighter. Your dreams have made you extremely paranoid, and if there really is an intruder, you won’t go down without a fight.

Another crash— from the kitchen this time, but not as loud as before. It was more of just.. commotion. You prepare yourself, breath heavy. You make your way to the doorway, prepared to strike and stab and hit….

Someone grabs you.

The knife clatters to the ground. So much for protecting yourself! Your immediate thought is to scream, but no words come out and a hand is covering your mouth. When they whirl you around and begin laughing your brows furrow and hot tears well up from the stress.

….It’s fucking Ethan.

He’s standing there, a shit eating grin on his face, wearing a muscle tee and jeans.

You sneer, pushing him harshly as you wipe your eyes.

“You fucking asshole!” you whisper yell. “You scared the fuck out of me! What the hell is wrong with you?”

He chuckles. “Sorry, sweetness. It’s just so funny to see the look on your face.”

You sniffle, crossing your arms and willing yourself not to cry anymore. “‘S not funny.”

Ethan’s smile drops, his hands reaching out wrap you into a hug. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, promise.”

He doesn’t seem that sorry, but you drop the subject.

“You literally broke in, Ethan. What if mom and dad wake up? You’ll be in so much trouble, i swear— they’ll call the fucking police on you—”

Your words stop when he turns his back to you, stalks into the kitchen, and begins rummaging through the house’s well renowned junk drawer.

“Calm down, baby. I just needed to get my watch. I forgot it before I moved… aha! There it is!”

He excitedly turns around and shows you the black and red band. He slips it around his wrist. You roll your eyes, and scoff.

“You broke into the house so you could take a watch?”

He gives you a mischievous look. He moves closer to you and his lips graze yours. You can’t help but smile.

“Maybe I came to take something else with me, too.”

You bite your lip, but your eyes go to the stairs.

“We can’t do that here. We’ll get caught.”

“Suit yourself, then,” Ethan quips. He sighs dramatically. “I guess I’ll just be on my way then..”

“No!” Your immediate to keep him here. To keep him with you. You aren’t the same without his company.

He smiles, lips grazing your neck. His teeth scrape against it and you admire the sting. “There’s my good girl.”

You kiss him, harsh. He tastes fresh and sweet. His hands find your waist and he pushes you against the kitchen counter. You whine, your hands reaching for the bulge in his pants— but your wrist hits his pocket and you feel something inside of it. You reach in, playful. But when you pull it out, it’s the pocket knife you dropped earlier. He must’ve picked it up when you weren’t looking.

“Why do you need my knife?” You ask, as his lips peck your chin and jawline. He looks down, at it in your hands, white teeth shining as he smiles.

“Maybe I like to have a part of you with me wherever I go.”

It’s endearing. But this feeling settles in your stomach— something you can’t quite place. However, you slide the blade back into his pocket and begin to kiss him again. His fingers are right there, just about to brush over your clit.

And out of the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs light flicker on.

You panic, lips breaking away from Ethan’s as you hear footsteps. You’ve lived long enough in the house to know who’s it is— it’s your mother’s. Your eyes widen.

“Hide!”

Ethan mouths the words oh shit before running into the living room. You pray he finds a decent hiding spot. Your mom comes down the stairs, in her robe and with messy hair. She seems like she’s just woken up.

“Is there someone else down here with you?” She says, confused.

You shake your head, nervously biting your thumbnail.

“No, mom. No one is down here. It’s just me.”

“Huh.”

She looks around and she walks into the living room. You follow her in fear, and when you catch Ethan’s sneakers underneath the window curtain you almost fucking scream in frustration. Your mother is too busy looking at her broken plant and the opened window for her to notice.

“Oh my god! Did someone break in?” She exclaims. Your heart beats rapidly.

“Uhm— no!” You say, exasperated and lying.

You try your best to think up a good fake story. “I slept-walked again, i think. I’ve been meaning to tell you… it’s been a while but I think it’s starting up again.”

You haven’t slept-walked since you were twelve. Your mom sighs, annoyed.

“Shit. I’ll call the doctor in the morning, then. We’ll see if he can find anything for it. Because if it’s to the point where you’re breaking things and opening windows..”

“—That’s not necessary, mom, really.”

“I’m calling them, y/n.” She states. She looks you up and down for a moment. If you don’t know any better you think a look of disgust is on her face. “For once in your life, please make yourself useful and clean this up.”

Your head hangs down, and you bite your lower lip to keep from snapping at her. “Yes ma’am.”

When she goes back up stairs, Ethan comes out of his hiding spot. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but Ethan’s fists are clenched.

“She shouldn’t talk to you like that.” He says.

You shrug, threading your fingers through his. His curls are sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed. He’s absolutely precious, even when he’s angry.

“Doesn’t matter, E. Forget about it.”

He narrows his eyes at the stairs, as if she was standing there and he could see her. Your thoughts go back to the knife and you get that feeling again. But your lips are back on his in an instant and it seems that Ethan quickly forgets his rage. His hand rests on the back of your head as he tries to drag you to the couch. But you shake your head and giggle.

“Not here. I’m not getting caught fucking you again.”

“Technically, we weren’t fucking.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Still.”

So you drag him up the stairs. It’s scary, because your parents are also up there, but at least you’re both better concealed. He fucks you raw on the bed and chokes you with his incredibly toned arms. And then he lays with you and you both smoke a joint out the window so it doesn’t smell.

But even then, and even after he left, your thoughts still linger on the knife he had taken with him.

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