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euphoricwritez · 1 year

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-×The Worst of Them All×-

Word count: 3.9k words

SMUT slight angst?

gojo satoru × gender neutral reader, top!dom!reader × sub!bottom!gojo, no gendered pronouns, college!au, reader is hinted on having male anatomy (it can be interpreted any way though), playboy!gojo, playboy!reader

tw; unhealthy relationship, kind of toxic relationship, gojo being a creep and spying on you in one part, obsessive gojo?, gojo having unhealthy thoughts

cw; dirty talk, degradation, praise, voyeurism?, solo masturbation, assisted masturbation?, rough sex, multiple rounds, overstimulation, dry orgasms, slight god and worshipping kink

ngl was tired of the "fuck buddies but then reader falls in love" stories so here's the opposite happening :)) it's also just gojo throwing a tantrum too ALSO, really bad dialogue and dirty talk lmao, you've been warned

You and Gojo weren’t unheard of on campus.

Both of you do pretty well in academics, have a good social life, you two both get along well and have very similar interests.

And you both love to sleep around.

No matter the person, no matter the gender, as long as they can get either of you off, it’s good enough.

Scummy, right? But you two were the best fucking slags on the campus, to the point where you both wore it in a sort of pride. Best buds having the best time in college. Being roommates made that even better. You guys would have one fucking someone in their room, or even participate in threesomes together in rare chances.

But despite all those other people you two would mess with, nobody could compare to the bliss you both felt when you guys did it together.

Neither of you expected it to go that way. At first, you two just fucked others and were good friends. But after a long night with too many drinks, when you both stumbled into your dorm, as if you took a bite from the forbidden fruit, slipping into delicious ecstasy… You both couldn’t stop after it.

As if demons of lust invaded your minds, tempting you both to descend into inescapable bliss, you two seemed to get even closer together. Sure, you still mess around with people here and there, but when you two have any choice, you both would grasp at any opportunity given for a quick fuck with each other, and even longer ones back at your place.

You both decided to have some form of rules now.

1. You both have to let the other know if you are going out

2. You both need to let the other know if you are bringing someone over

And just like your other regular hookups,

3. No feelings

It was so simple.

Right?

So why was Gojo having such a hard time with it? During the beginning, it was fine. He would text you when he was coming over with his hookups or one night stands, and you would do the same as well.

It was easy. You both followed the rules.

But the more nights you two spent together, the more Gojo kept feeling like he was getting drunk off of you.

The way you touched him in the right places, how you kissed him juusstt right– the way your breath feels against his skin, how you move your hips against his, how you whisper such filthy delights into his ears, the way your fingers dig into him, how you mark him so addictively well—

Suddenly every time his phone dinged with a message from you on how you’re bringing someone over, it pissed him off.

Everytime he heard the whorish moans from some random person coming from your room, he wanted to bash the door open and prove how he is just so much better. How you don’t need anyone else.

He thinks about how good you are. He must make you feel good too, right? After all you two keep coming back to one another and then fuck like animals in heat. You feel it too… Right?

When he claws at your back, wailing from pleasure as you hit his prostate repeatedly, how his thighs clamp as he orgasms for the nth time, letting out choked sobs as you don’t seem to stop as you chase after your climax that’s just so fucking close–

You feel good too. Right? You feel this intoxication like he does. Right? You have to. You must. He can’t be the only one feeling this way. No matter who he gets with, no matter if he is topping or topped–

You have ruined him.

This isn’t fair. He didn’t sign up for this. You ruined him, so he must have ruined you too, right? He must have. He had to. If he hasn’t, he thinks he will go insane by this feeling even if he already has.

It’s gotten so bad to the point that whenever you bring someone back, he’s immediately pushing his ear up to the wall or even the damn door if he has to. Listening in with hopes to hear your voice. Be it with pleasant mushy sweetness dripping from your lips, or the most vile and beautifully cruel words that spill, he is desperate for it.

Slipping his hands past the waistband of both his pants and underwear, he hears the wet smacks of kissing heard and your light groans. ‘Fuuckk’ is all Gojo can think.

He can feel his tip drool almost immediately at the sound of you. Fuck. The way you hoarsely mutter words to the other him, how pretty they he is all red and dazed, how just some tiny kissing has them him looking all fucked out.

He can hear the clothes being quickly removed before the sensual noises start again. The harsh pants against one another, the progressively growing moans from the stranger who is stealing you from him.

But as you keep on spilling such honeyed degrading words, that stranger easily slips his mind as he drowns in the thought of you.

“What a desperate angel you are, hm?” Ah, fuck, he is. He really really is. He rubs his hand firmly up and down his shaft, agonizingly slow. Heavy pants leaving Gojo’s parted lips.

He hears you chuckle as a strangled whimper is heard, “Yeah, you like this?” A yelp. “Haha, yeah you fuckin’ do. Look at how wet you are–.” Gojo shudders. Yeah, he is, fuuck he is.

“And all for me~” Yes, yes, god yes– just you, only you– He quickens his pace as the muffled sound of skin smacking against skin is heard. That rando is moaning annoyingly loud but your words somehow seem louder.

“So pretty, aren’t you?” Gojo crumples to the ground, hips bucking into his hand. He is, he is so pretty, “My pretty slut, right?” Oh fuck, he lets out a quiet sob as his thighs begin to tremble.

Your haggard breath as your pace seems to increase has Gojo biting his wrist so he doesn’t make any noise. “Doing so good for me angel, so so good–” He wants to see you.

He wants to see you, be it your soft gaze or condescending one, he really wants to see you. How would you react to seeing your roommate on the ground, fapping pathetically to you screwing someone else? The way he was dripping just from the mere teasing of your voice? Would you tease him? Berate and degrade him? Would you strip him down and humiliate him? Punish him? Or would you reward him? Treat him so well for being so cute with how he reacts to you, peppering him with kisses as you mark him all up as yours?

He bites down harder as he feels his gut tighten. Pressing his ear up harder to hear you more, he’s so close, so close and then– “Cum.”

Fuck. He did.

And really fucking hard, too.

It was on that night, at that moment, Gojo, all out of breath and on the floor, hand covered in his semen that he realized he had a problem. He knew he kept shrugging it off for a while, but seeing how he is now, he can’t deny it any longer.

He’s really fucking hooked on you.

Maybe that’s what led up to this situation.

Gojo was at his breaking point. You seemed to have ramped up the number of people you sleep with the past few weeks, and he can’t take it anymore. He’s not even sure if it’s from pure frustration and annoyance, or due to pent up sexual frustration. While you’ve been getting your rocks off, Gojo has been laying off sleeping with people.

Not because he wanted to, but because no matter who it was, no matter how it was done and what they did, it just didn’t feel the same as how it felt with you. It didn’t feel as heavenly as when he did it with you.

Curling up on the couch, he stares at the television absentmindedly.

‘Ding’

He turns his head as his phone lights up, your name appearing on the screen. Having a good idea on what the text was about, he groans. Reluctantly opening your message, it reads;

Yo, bringin someone over in a few

“Hah!” Gojo scoffs. Of course. He knew it. He fucking called it, but its still pisses him off. Fuck, does it piss him off. There you are, able to get off to whoever throws themselves at you, but he’s over here frustrated as hell because he can’t get off at all without you. This isn’t fair.

He feels his chest begin to tighten. No. He’s not doing this anymore. At least, not tonight.

He pauses before sending another message,

lets just do it tonight im bored af

He exhales a heavy breath. Why are his hands so sweaty? Seeing how you’ve read his text, he begins to feel weirdly panicked. Why did he say it like that? Should he have texted you differently? He should’ve worded that differently, what if he looks weird? Do you think he’s weird? You don’t, right? “af,” “im bored” ‘Gojo are you serious? Why the fuck did you say it like that?’ He thinks. What if that makes you upset? What if you just laugh and bring that person anyway? What if–

‘Ding’

Lol kk, sure

I’ll be back in 10

‘..Huh?’ Gojo can’t help but look at the text in disbelief. ‘That… went surprisingly easy?’

He expected you to take it as a joke, or just shrug him off. He can’t help himself and looks at your messages again.

‘sure’

Even if it doesn’t sound enthusiastic, the fact that you agreed has him oddly happy. Taking a deep breath, he can’t help but think about how you chose him over that other person. Him. As if shot by euphoria, he can’t help but be filled with twisted glee. You chose him.

A strangled groan escapes his lips as he feels himself twitch. He knows you only see him as a fuck buddy now, but the thought that even though you already had plans with someone else, but you wanted to be with him instead? He feels crazy.

In some kind of illusioned state, the idea of you choosing him has him hoping, praying that you feel how he does. The sanity draining thoughts that plague his mind constantly, the tug towards you to stay close and feel that bliss as much as possible, he really hopes you do. He’s not sure if this is love, but Gojo can’t help but think of you as a drug. So wonderfully addictive, that once he had a taste he was willing to do anything to have it again.

Leaning back on the couch, he can’t help but lightly palm himself as he begins to wonder about what you would do.

Would you tease him like usual? How much? Will you tie him up? Will you degrade him, or speak sweet words like you did with that stranger? Will you be gentle this time, or rough? Would you make him beg? Would you even touch him? Maybe you would sit nearby and force him to get himself off as you watched, maybe not even fuck him at all. Would you do that?

He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear the door open. Palming himself harder, his legs trembling slightly as he pants.

“Well, what is this here, hm?” You murmur into his ear. You had crept up behind him, arms wrapping around him behind the couch as your right hand slides down his chest and the other teasingly heads towards his hand.

Gojo jumps in shock as he whips his head towards you. “I- I didn’t hear you come in-” He stutters out. You let out a chuckle, moving your right hand down to his stomach before slipping your hands underneath it.

“I’m not surprised. Were you enjoying yourself, Gojo?” You cover his left hand with yours as you press it down against his crotch. “It seems so~” You tease, a sly smirk growing on your face as you nip at his ear.

Gojo lets out a whine, his face beginning to flush as he tries to subtly lean back on you as much as he can. He shakily inhales as he nods.

With one hand sliding back up to his chest and the other rubbing him, he feels himself twitch as he slips his hand above yours. Pressing you down against him once again, he can’t help but roll his hips forwards.

The way you’re touching him, both through cloth and not, he can already feel his mind beginning to slip from any form of sobriety. Gently crying out your name as you rub him up and down, you kiss his lower jaw, “Mhm, I’m here.”

Pressing against his tip while you palm at his chest, he calls out to you once again in a hushed cry, leaning his head back. You tilt your head to look at his profile.

His silver hair flutters against his face, contrasting strongly against his red ears and cheeks. His lips part as he pants before he bites them, repressing a moan as he grips your wrist, pushing you down harder. The ways his shoulders tremble and every movement, the way his breath hitches, ‘Ah, he’s so cute–’

You lean back into his ear “Hey,” he shudders, “Let's take this to the bed, hm?”

Gojo bites the pillow while he feels you stretch him out. The way you tease him for being so wet, so desperate has him twitching. He’s trying so hard not to grind against them, trying so hard not to prove you right.

As you slide your other hand up and down his back, he can’t help but move his hips a bit.

The way his thighs are trembling, his poor attempts at hiding himself by shoving his face into a pillow, his hushed noises, the way his blush has gone down to his neck and even tinting his shoulders slightly, the urge to fuck him grows.

The way he is so easily accepting what you’re doing even with you just starting, you can’t help but think about how he was the first time.

“Do you remember the first time we did it?” You say, letting out a chuckle as you remember how he was. “I mean, can you believe you tried to top me?”

Gojo whines in response.

Of course he remembers, You both weren’t exactly sober, but you both made out on the couch here. He remembers straddling your hips as he pinned your wrists above your head, he remembers biting at your neck, talking about all the ways he’d make you feel so good when he’d fuck you–

Only for you to then flip him over, biting him back and then pounding into him so hard that he couldn’t even think. Doing it for so many rounds that he couldn’t cum anymore, all empty.. But for some reason you both kept going for so long that you both were shaking from overstimulation, unable to move by the time you both passed out.

“Sh– ungh- shut up..” A laugh comes from you in response. He calls out to you, “Are you done?” You hum.

You lean back, hand moving from his back to his waist. You gaze at how he is wrapped around your fingers, literally. The way he clenches around you whenever you spread your fingers, how he flinches when you thrust them in. You smirk, “Maybe?”

He turns his head to look at you, eyebrows all scrunched up, “What? No, no no please, please?” Kissing his temple, you pretend to think about it before shrugging. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I don’t see why I shouldn’t indulge you, pretty boy.~”

He nods, yes, yes, he’s a pretty boy, your pretty boy– When he feels you grip his waist, pulling him closer to you, feeling you rub against his entrance, he can feel himself twitch. He can feel how empty he is right now, how much he is dripping from the anticipation.

When you finally thrust into him, he cries out in bliss. This, this is what he has been wanting. This is what he can’t get from anyone else. This pleasure, this bliss, this feeling. This is what he desires. What he craves.

Gripping into the pillow, he arches his back as he presses himself up against you. He hears you groan when you slide into him, whispering words under your breath, slowly pulling out before thrusting in.

The noises he makes slowly drives you insane. He’s so warm, so nice. He’s so pretty. Moving your gaze along his shoulders, you can’t help but notice how bare they are, so clean. You can’t help but lean over, peppering kisses from the crook of his neck down to his shoulder blades. Muttering how good he is, how he is taking you so well.

The way he moans whenever you thrust deep into him has that knot in your stomach tighten. The way his moans just that little bit louder, just that little bit more needy every time you speak to him chips away at you.

There are very few people you sleep with again, but Gojo is the first that you have slept with repeatedly. He’s just so heavenly. You’d be lying if you’d say that you didn’t think about him at times. You’ve even caught yourself comparing others to him whenever you sleep with them. You even hear him moaning sometimes when you bring someone over, you think about it that much.

The satisfaction, the bliss you feel at this moment, it makes you realize just how good he really feels.

Fuck, fuckk he feels really good– Wrapping your arms around his waist, you lean over, kissing his neck and shoulders.

Gojo moves his hand down to yours, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles as he feels your breath against his skin. Oh god he’s going crazy, you’re driving him crazy–

He moans out your name whenever you thrust into his prostate. “Oh god, oh god..” he slurs out.

You laugh hoarsely before muttering teasingly, “Who, me?” Gojo moans out again. Are you? Maybe, the way you make him feel, you must be.

Gently sucking and nibbling on his neck, you boast “Me, Gojo? Am I your god? Am I, angel?” Gojo can’t think. He can’t.

“I dunno–” He babbles, repeating over and over. You flip him over, looking into his dazed eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks. “No? You don’t?” He shakes his head. You bring your face close to his, grazing the tip of your nose against his. Gojos breaths get heavy.

A sadistic glint passes your eyes. “Shall I help you find out?” He cums.

Drool pools beneath Gojo as moans spill from his lips. Your lips against his skin, marking him up, almost as if claiming him as yours, that just doesn’t help him quiet down.

Gojo doesn’t even know how long you guys have been at it, but he feels like he can’t cum anymore. He doesn’t know how many times you’ve cum either, but you just keep jackhammering into him.

He feels you still wrapped around him, marking him all over while he sings your name like a mantra.

When your fingers dance around his chest he can’t help but sob out, “I can’t– ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum–!”

Not only are his thighs shaking, his whole body is. The way Gojo seems to be constantly sucking you in, almost as if he’s unable to part from you makes you unable to leave. Even when it's getting to the point where it burns, it burns so good everytime Gojo calls out to you.

How he claws at your arms, your back, it’s like he’s adding fuel to the fire. His flushed face, his foggy eyes, his glistening skin, his puffy lips, “You truly are an angel, aren’t you?”

He is, he is he is, your angel, he’s yours.

He nods, choking on a moan “Y-yeah,” he slurs. “Angel, y- uhn– your angel–”

You slide your hand down to his crotch, taking him into your grip as you thumb at his tip.

You barely even touch it before Gojo cums again, only this time it’s a dry orgasm. His eyes roll into the back of his head as not even a single noise leaves his mouth.

You wish you had a camera right now and take a picture of his debauched look. Your phone was on the couch and you don’t even know where Gojo’s is, so you can only sigh in disappointment as you try to take in his expression the best you could.

You couldn’t help but smile when you thought of the words he just said though. “My angel?” You know just by the look in his eyes that he more than likely can’t process what you’re saying at the moment. “You’re my angel, Gojo?”

You move your hand up and down his shaft again, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. Gojo makes a muffled “Uh huh” in agreement between the kiss.

A warm buzz flutters around Gojos chest as you continue to tease in between gasps about him practically claiming how he’s yours. Should you mark him up more, let everyone know how he apparently belongs to you? Maybe get him a little collar with your name on it? The more and more you suggest, the more and more Gojo feels closer to orgasming again.

Looking at you as much as he can, his lust filled gaze meets yours. Your tongues sliding against one another, although it’s more of yours doing the work while his weakly tries to reciprocate.

He clenches around you with a weak firmness as his moans weaken into pleasured hums. Through his muddled thoughts of you and how good he’s feeling, a new one pops out. ‘I think I’m gonna pass out–’

You seem to notice it too. Breaking apart from the kiss, you smile when Gojo whines, “Do I make you feel good, angel?”

Rutting against him, feeling close to your climax you hear in hushed “Yeah,” he moans, “r-really good..~”

You hum into his ear, whispering into his ear encouragements to go on.

“You always make me fuh– feel so good,” he babbles out, “always make me cum h-hard, ‘n I love it…” He whimpers. He rolls his hips against yours, you sloppily thrusting into him more as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, teetering over the edge.

“Always want you to fuck me,” you press against his prostate again “Oh god, luh– I love it when you're s-so deep” he groans in a daze, “‘s so good,” he calls out your name, “g-god you feel so good..”

Your panting grows haggard, low moans escaping you as you progressively grow more and more sloppy.

He moans out your name once more, almost as if worshiping you. “Love it,” he says hushed. Shit, you’re gonna cum again, he sobs out weakly before his vision blurs, “Fuck, l-love it, love you–”

You bite into his shoulder as you cum.

Riding out your orgasm, you sigh into his ear. The last thing Gojo hears before he passes out is you saying, “Oh, angel, now we can’t have that, can we?"

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euphoricwritez · 1 year

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Tate’s smut with the woman who is older and more experienced than he is?) Before Violet, maybe his first time but he’s a ghost already. In my head it is him and Lily’s character 🙃 thank you so so much for your works💗

I’ll guide you

A/N: We need some new Tate smut. And him being the sub, inexperienced one… shit i love it. Thanks and I hope you’ll like it 🤍

Sub Tate Langdon x Dom fem reader

Summary: Tate’s a new ghost at the murder house, but when he meets you, he finally can do the one thing he couldn’t before he died…

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity (male), dom reader, sub Tate, blowjob, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

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Tate sat on his bed. The bed he used to sleep in when he was still alive. Just a couple of days ago the police ran into his room and shot him. Since that his life was pretty much fucked up. He felt lonely and was a lot more frustrated than back when he was alive.

“Such a sad little soul” Tate heard a voice saying, his eyes scanning the room till his gaze catched a woman, standing in the doorframe. You walked further into his direction. His eyes followed you with every step that you took. „Who are you“ Tate looked at you confused. As you sat down next to him, he slightly moved away.

„I‘m just a poor spirit who lost her life decades ago“ you smiled at him. He didn’t return the smile. Still looking at you with a frown. „What the hell do you want from me?“ Tate scoffed at you, it was obvious that he didn’t like being a ghost, trapped in this house. „Oh. I‘ve been watching you for a while. Back when you were still alive. You were pretty horny back then. How sad that you‘ll never get the opportunity to go on a date with a girl and fall in love with her.“ you looked at him with an apologetic look.

„You watched me jerki- what the fuck?“ he now stood up to make the distance between you and him even larger. „You know. As a ghost it’s always nice to see a living enjoying his life. You seemed to be much more happy than you are now“

„How long have you been trapped here?” he came closer again, he felt kinda sorry, though he was still not sure what to think about you. “Well, I’ve died when I was just a few years older than you. It was around 1923. My life was great. The boys were chasing after me, a woman could be a woman you know. Till someone broke in and shot me.” you sighed, but quickly smiled back at him.

Tate sat back next to you again, kind of interested in your story. “Sorry for jumping into this, but have you ever kissed or touched a woman.” He looked at you with his mouth slightly opened. “I- I haven’t no” he stuttered.

Your hand started brushing over his thigh. You knew you were still an attractive and young woman and it had been some time since the last young boy stepped into this house. “Well you already died a virgin, so if you ever want to change that in the afterlife… I didn’t just watched you because of what I said” you winked at him and left the room.

- A few days later -

You and Tate had spend the rest of the week together, getting to know each other a bit more. You got along pretty well, laughing and just chatting a lot. It seemed like you both were glued together, never going anywhere without the other.

You both happened to sit on Tate’s bed with your legs crossed. You were talking about the new family that might move in. For a few seconds the both of you stopped talking, as if you ran out of topics. Tate’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “Y/N I’ve been thinking about what you said when we first met. I wanna do it, I just don’t know… how” his eyes looked down on him in embarrassment.

“I’ll guide you, just listen to the things I say and don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine” you encouraged him. He took a breath to prepare his mind for the following action.

“The first step is always the foreplay. Making out, touching, getting undressed. Try to be gentle and affectionate okay, but also show your lust to me” you smirked at him. He nodded and went in for a kiss. At first they were soft and you could feel he wasn’t confident yet. Though he was not a bad kisser, you actually liked the touch of his lips, so you wanted to let him know how much you liked it.

You started to lightly moan against his lips, your arms wrapped around his neck to get closer to him. It worked. The kissing got more passionate, his lips showing how hungry they were. You were surprised how quick his mood could change, but you liked revealing his wild side. You took both of his hands and placed them on top of your breasts. He immediately broke the kiss to look at you with a shocked face.

He never had touched a woman’s breast, it was something he had imagined before, but he didn’t think of it being so fucking good. You smiled at him and pressed his hands even further against them. He slowly started squeezing them. You giggled to yourself, the fascination that his face showed, it was so sweet, but also so god damn hot.

Your hands traveled down to the bottom of his sweatshirt, lifting it up a bit so you could feel his bare skin against the palm of your hand. You then started to tug it off to fully reveal his upper body. He looked quiet trained. Not too much, but still some good muscles to show. “Not bad“ you smirked at him, trying to make him feel good in his skin and that there’s nothing to be embarrassed of.

„Now take that off for me“ you pointed at your shirt. He did just as you said, the mind blown look not leaving his face. „Gosh you’re so pretty“ he scanned your body, his look totally lost in it. You blushed at his comment, he definitely knew how to make you feel hot.

„Just lay down and enjoy“ you pushed his chest down and sat yourself on top of him. You could already feel his erection through his pants. It made your heart melt that he already got hard by just kissing and looking at you. While your hands tried to get his pants off, your lips were busy with kissing his chest down to his abdomen.

As you finally undid his pants you pushed them down so he was laying in front of you in just his boxers. You felt him getting nervous. Everything before was something a lot of people had seen, but his dick? What if you thought it wasn’t good enough? What if you’d start laughing? You could see at the expression of his face that he felt so nervous about revealing the last part of his body to you.

You decided to just slide your hands down his boxers, feeling him, but not seeing. His eyes widened at the touch of your hand around his dick. You pumped him a few times so he would focus on the pleasure and not on his concerns. Your other hand slowly pushed down his boxers. You looked down on him with a thirsty look. Tate’s look got back to you, wanting to see your reaction.

“It’s not tha-“ he wanted to start. “It’s perfect” you smiled at him. You didn’t want him to feel unconfident, because there was actually nothing to be unconfident about. You began kissing all around his crotch area, till you finally reached the tip of his already hard dick. Your tongue swirled around it lightly, the whimpers he made undeniably hot.

His head shot up, a loud groan coming from the top of his lungs. He truly never had felt such a pleasure at once. The way your mouth started to suck down on him. You first sucked at the upper half of his dick, but you could already feel him twitching. You pushed back to get your mouth free to speak. “Try to hold it as long as you can baby”

He squeezed his eyes together, trying to contain himself. You now tried to fit his whole length into your mouth, his tip already brushing at the end of your throat. Your sucks were slow and pretty much focused on teasing him for as long as you could.

“Y/N I can’t hold it any longer” he panted. You just nodded to let him know it’s okay. A moan of relief escaped his lips as his cum released into you mouth.

You wiped over the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand. You smiled at him, his eyes still closed and his breaths heavy. You leaned forward so your mouth was close to his ears. “Ready for the next step?” you said with a calm voice. “Ye- Yes” he breathed out.

“Get on top of me” you flipped around so that he would be the one, sitting in between your legs. “Now do what you think is right” he swallowed. Now it was the time he had to do things himself. He wanted to do it right so he decided to listen to his inner voice.

He started with unbuttoning your jeans and gently taking them off. There he was, sitting in between the legs of a woman with just her panties on. He exhaled, trying to think of what would be best to do.

The porns he had watched didn’t really help in thinking. He felt so helpless, but he took all of his courage and began messaging your thighs. In his head it felt like the right thing to do. When he saw you closing your eyes, his lips formed into a smile. He was kind of proud, but was still afraid to take off your underwear.

He placed some kisses all around your left thigh, his hands getting closer to your pussy. You felt his insecurity and placed his fingers over your still clothed clit. He was perplexed at this sudden, but very intimate move. But he quickly began with brushing over your clit, the little whimpers of yours making him more confident in his moves.

He was so curious about what to find as soon as he’d push these panties to the side. His thumb and index finger took the string at your hips and gently brought them down to your ankles. He was overwhelmed when he first saw your pussy. “I wanna use my fingers” he looked at you, his words sounded like an ask of what he should do.

You smiled at him. Again you took his hand to guide him to the spot where you liked it the most. “Just rub in gentle circles, you’ll get it with the time” he did as you showed him. He was a little shy at first, his fingers barley using any pressure. You bit your own lip, your hips lightly grinding against his fingers.

He got more confident in his movements, his fingers slowly traveling down to your entrance. He wanted to push them in so badly, but wasn’t sure if you were okay with it. “Can I-“ you nodded before he could even finish his sentence. You just wanted to hug him for being the sweetest and most innocent person ever.

His mouth formed into an O-shape as he pushed his fingers inside you. The way your walls clenched around his fingers and how warm they felt, it was so much happening at once for him. It was his first time doing it and he wasn’t that bad at it, still you wanted to give him some advice.

“Curl them up a bit” you whispered. “Oh yeah” he immediately curled his fingers up, now hitting the perfect spot. A satisfied moan filled the room, Tate smiling at the work he had done. He already knew, he wanted to experiment so much more with you in the future. It felt like nothing could stop him anymore, there was nothing he felt uncomfortable with anymore. You shared these many intimate moments, there was nothing he was afraid of.

“God Tate” you cried out as his pace went higher, your climax approaching with every pump. He placed his free hand on your hip to grip on something. It was the moment you let your body relax for a second, his fingers now covered with your cum. “Woohoohow” he chuckled, looking at his dripping fingers. You couldn’t contain your laughs, it was just so cute and funny to see him hyping over his fingers, just because they were covered with your cum.

“For the last step I wanna be on top of you again” you kissed him again, now wanting to let his tongue enter you. There wasn’t much of battle for the dominance, you clearly owned the kiss. You broke the kiss to get into the right position. “Wait” Tate wanted to stop you. “What do I have to do?” you grinned at him.

“Enjoy and don’t cum until I say you can, okay?” He just nodded. He was scared, but still curious how it would feel like. You lined yourself up on him, then slowly falling down on him. “Oh my fucking god” the pleasure had overcome him, his mouth opened to let out the moans he was trying to hide.

You started getting faster, trying to fit all of his length inside of you. He wasn’t the only one who felt an uncontrollable feeling of satisfaction and joy. His gaze was focused on your tits, how they bounced up and down, but also how your head was tilted up, making your neck look so long. He couldn’t help but cup your breast with his big hands. They fitted perfectly into his grip.

You gasped at his movement, not expecting him to take a step on his own, but you liked the confidence of it. “Oh fuck Tate” you cried out as his fingers played with your nipples. Both your moans were loud and heavy, turning each other on even more. “Y/N I don’t know if I ca-“

“Just a bit longer baby” you panted, wanting to reach your second orgasm. You were close, but you just needed a few more hits. Tate bit his lip to hold back his orgasm. You once again went a little faster, which happened to be your finishing point. You screamed out his name, this was the sign for him to let go and release into you. Your body collapsed onto his, your face pressed against his chest.

“We didn’t use any protection” he breathed out, scared his first time would already get someone pregnant. You just chuckled. “We’re both dead, what could possibly happen” you glanced up at him. He seemed to be relieved about these kind of news.

“That was great. Thanks” he said, his voice calm and relaxed. “You did great” you cuddled into his chest to let him know you meant what you said. There you’d both fall asleep, caring about nothing but holding each other in your arm.

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I swear these Tate stories are on another level. Idk why but I always run free with them. Ups. Let me know what you think, hope you liked it 🩷

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no cause now you have my mind full of a threesome with ethan and chad, but instead of chad being in charge, you’re in charge of two incredibly needy boys. ethan’s so obedient, so quick to follow your orders but chad is far too impatient and is a complete brat

Oh em gee I love this 😵‍💫 I’ve been begging my brain to come up w ideas of sub! Chad so ty for this. I made him sort of a switch when it comes to Ethan, though 😭 but he’s def bratty .. this also has some boy on boy action so if you ain’t into that I’ll rewrite it for u 💗

Warning: threesome, bondage, edging, gagging, cum play, cock rings (oopsie daisies) marking, Ethan and Chad are bi, humiliation, degradation/praise, dom! Reader, sub! Ethan, sub! Chad

“I don’t understand how you think this is going to work, baby.”

Chad’s words, although threatening, are tinged with a whiny tone. A cock ring is nestled at the base of his cock, and he lets out a nervous laugh as he watches Ethan tie up his wrists, prior to your command. The boy has been so disobedient the whole night; it’s not his fault, really. He’s only ever been dominant, especially with the women in his sex life. So how can he be expected to follow your orders?

These are his thoughts, not yours. You know this is just his way of riling you up, of getting you to want to tie his pretty body up in knots.

You smile at Ethan’s quickness to follow your demands. His hair is messy, brunnete curls strewn haphazardly, and his nude body is resting beside Chad. His cock is hard, leaving a long trail of precum along his torso. He’s your obedient boy, and he isn’t going to cum until you say.

Chad, however, is not so compliant.

You tut at Chad’s words, long acrylic nails scraping against his chest, and he inhales sharply.

“I wouldn’t be a brat tonight, baby. I might save this pussy all for Ethan if you don’t behave.”

He clenches his teeth when Ethan begins lubing up his red, achy cock. The boy looks beautiful in front of him, and Chad wants to reach out and push away the strands of hair that decided to haphazardly cover his handsome face.

But he can’t. And that makes him seethe, makes him thrust his hips up against Ethan’s hand as he rubs the cool gel all along his length.

Your hand goes up to harshly slap his face, and he huffs, his wrists turning white from trying to break loose from his binds (to no avail; Ethan is oddly good at tying him up).

“Shut the fuck up,” you scold. “This is why you aren’t cumming tonight. You’re such a fucking brat.”

And then you’re looking at Ethan, and he smiles at you. Your eyes soften, and you beckon him over.

“C’mere, angel.” you coo, and Ethan crawls over to your naked form. You push his hair out of his eyes and press a soft kiss to his lips. Chad narrows his eyes, jealousy raging. He watches as you praise your shared boyfriend, watches as you ignore him.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Eth? You do what you’re told?”

He nods, a soft smile playing on his lips, and he quietly asks, “can I kiss you again, momma?”

You nod, and he surges up to press his lips and his body against you even more. You bite his lip teasingly, and pull away. You order him to sit, and he complies happily. Sitting down behind him, you pull him to your bare chest, making him face Chad.

The tied up boy looks distraught, now. A little bit desperate. But not enough to let his resolve slip.

Until you bring your hands down to circle Ethan’s nipples, and then Chad’s heart rate is speeding up. Ethan whines, thrusting his hips up into the air; he’s always been sensitive, especially near his chest, and Chad wants nothing more than to be him and be you. His head is spinning, his cock so hard that it hurts.

“Let me out, momma.” he grunts, and you laugh sadistically.

“You’re really not in the position to make demands, baby. Now shut the fuck up and watch me touch my favorite boy.”

You’re mean, incredibly so, and it pains Chad a bit; although he knows you love him, and that Ethan loves him, and vice versa, it’s still humiliating to watch him get touched and favorited.

Your hand goes down to Ethan’s impressive length, and you begin to stroke him fervently. He keens, hands going to the one on his cock, soft little tongue lolling out.

And since Chad knows he can’t make you relent, he begins to coo to Ethan as he drips all over your hand.

“C’mon, E,” Chad says. His eyes look into Ethan’s, pleading. “Why don’t you let me out, sweetheart? Please?”

“Oh! Mmhh- n-no, Chad. Can’t…‘m supposed to do what mommy says.” He huffs, and Chad tilts his head., a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“If you let me out of here, I’ll give it to you good and hard later, pretty boy. Don’t you want to follow daddy’s orders, too? Hm? Please, baby. Please.”

And that makes the boy begin to babble, his hands gripping yours tighter, as you death stare Chad from behind.

“God.. I-I don’t know! ‘M.. mommy’s makin’ me feel so good, but I love your cock, and-”

Your hand grips Ethan’s throat to cut him off, and when you shove your fingers into his mouth, he chokes. And then his balls are drawing up, and he’s cumming. Warm, white ropes spill all over your hand and his belly, and he whimpers as he comes down from his high.

And then you’re pulling the boy towards Chad, and he’s apologizing profusely, thinking he’s about to be punished, too.

“Momma! I’m so so sorry!” His eyes are welling with tears, and you know he doesn’t mean what he did. You stop, mid way, to kiss him on his forehead and shush him.

“No, no, baby.. I’m not mad at you. It’s not your fault at all. I just need you to do something for me, okay?”

He sniffles, and nods.

“Okay,” you look over at Chad, who’s chest is heaving with adrenaline. “I need you to go over there and hold his hips down, alright? Can you do that?”

“Yes ma’am.”

And he does just that, and when Chad gives him a glare, he just smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry!”

Chad rolls his eyes, and you crawl over to him and begin oiling up your hands with the bottle of lubricant so you can stroke him.

And when your hand comes down onto his aching dick, he almost whimpers.

It shouldn’t feel as good as it does. The ring around his base is supposed to make the pleasure less prominent, but all this teasing has got the poor boy so worked up. He grunts, and tries to thrust his hips up, but to no avail. Ethan’s grip is harsh on him, to assure he doesn’t fuck up into the air.

“Bratty boys don’t get to cum,” you infer. And then you’re making Ethan move to spit down on Chad’s cock, just so he can feel the warm liquid hit his skin and make him twitch.

“C’mon, momma.” Chad whines. “Don’t you wanna taste me, make me feel good? You can’t- oh! You can’t keep this up!”

“Oh, but I can. Because I don’t like sluts who don’t do what they’re told.”

And then there’s a moment of confusion. You slip off the cock ring, which makes Chad almost sob with relief.

But then you slip it right back on. He makes a noise of disapproval, one that sounds like a growl and a sound of frustration.

“You’re so mean…” he cries. You tut.

“I’m very nice, actually. But I don’t reward people who don’t listen.”

He sighs, and tries to calm his breaths as his cock begins to turn a light shade of purple.

“Please let me cum…” he murmurs, and your eyes lighten up.

“What was that?”

“I said please let me cum!”

He’s practically whining now, and you can see the glint of tears in his eyes.

Two firsts, in your sex life now: Chad is crying. And, for once, Chad isn’t getting what he wants.

“I want you to beg some more.” You command. “Beg me to touch your cock, and beg me to let Ethan fuck your throat.”

His mouth gapes open, and he breaks.

“Please, momma. Please touch me, please let me taste Ethan. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life…”

And that’s enough for you to wrap your hand around him. He mewls, and Ethan finally let’s go of his hips. He begins fucking aggressively into your hand, and when Ethan begins to straddle the boys chest, his eyes roll to the back of his head. The boy, following your orders, shoves his cock in between Chad’s open lips.

At this angle, it’s hard for Chad to take Ethan, really. His throat is slanted, so the moment the cock is inside his mouth he begins to choke. But it’s pleasurable to him. He likes the feeling of having his throat being stuffed full, whether it be at Ethan’s hand or yours. and it might sound bad, but Chad is a pro at sucking cock. He knows exactly where to put it, how to rub it; he knows how to breathe through his nose and hold himself down for a long time… those many years of being on a football team with hot men has taught him a lot.

Ethan is so whiny, now. He’s already came once, but his cock has managed to gain full hardness for a second time. But the overstimulation makes him clench his teeth and whimper at the feeling of his used prick, and Chad’s hot throat makes him keen.

“So good…” Ethan murmurs. And when Chad looks up at him through heavy lashes, he almost falls apart again.

You watch as Chad’s cock jumps and twitches in your hand. It’s so ready for release, his balls ready to be emptied. You know his wrists have got to hurt now, and you begin to feel a sort of guilt. As Chad gags on Ethan, you let go of him. He moans, and you move up beside them to begin untying his wrists.

The tears in his eyes fall now, out of relief. He feels the rope being released from his grip, and his hands can finally rest.

“E, let him breathe, honey.” You say, gently, and Ethan flushes.

“Sorry, mommy.”

He pulls Chad’s mouth off of him, and moves off of his body.

Chad lifts himself up, distraught, spit pooling down his chin and neck. You move over and begin to play with his cock a little bit more. He hisses through his teeth, and lets a small ‘fuck’.

And then, as you finally take off the cock ring, Chad almost screams with relief. He feels less constricted, less tense. You smirk as his hands sit at his sides. It seems like you’ve tamed him, at least for tonight.

“I’m going to touch you now, baby.” You say, and he nods eagerly, lifting his body up a bit more to prepare himself. You beckon Ethan towards the scene.

“If you wanna cum, you’re gonna do it in his mouth, sweet boy.”

Ethan nods, and Chad opens his mouth so Ethan can slide his aching cock back inside. He thrusts slowly, to pace him.

And that’s when you begin to stroke Chad. He gasps around Ethan, makes a sound low in his throat, as he gushes down your hand. His orgasm is approaching quick, and he drools around Ethan’s cock as he finally lets go. His load shoots up and over onto your hand, and he cries as he fucks himself through his orgasm. And then Ethan’s whimpering, cumming down Chad’s throat.

“You’re both so good for me. That’s it…” you praise.

And when they’ve come down from their orgasms, Ethan slips out of Chads mouth and sits down on the bed with shaky legs. His head rests on Chad’s shoulder as he breathes shakily.

You move over and kiss the tip of Ethan’s nose. He smiles, sleepy, and then buries his face into Chad’s neck.

You smile at Chad, and he shyly looks away. You move over to him and begin peppering kisses along his face.

“Are you going to be good, now?” You ask, and the smile on his face makes him look almost high.

“Yes ma’am.”

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BRO THESE SCREAM WRITERS I SWEAR 😍🤭

pairing: shy!inexperienced!charlie walker x fem!reader warnings: corruption, blow job, unprotected sex, loser charlie, whiny charlie + so sorry for clogging ethan’s tags but i am a whore for interaction! reblogs are highly appreciated >.< wc: 750

corruption with shy!inexperienced!charlie is something so special to me. just the sheer mental image of him trembling beneath your touch. head fogged with lust, palms all slick with perspiration because his hands have been nestled in the thick of your hair for the past half hour.

he’s very well past his limit, and you know this, but you disregard his—rather ill—attempts to swat you away. one more, you tell him. but one more is never really one more. it’s two more, then three more, then six more—and now he’s lost count. so instead of fighting, he relinquishes his body to you. lets you tease and touch, lick and suck, until his limbs melt into the plush of his stab themed duvet.

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i moaned

Anything for you baby

Warnings- titty sucking, boob play(idk), sub!ethan(my fav), Ethan basically just has n oral fixation and likes sucking on tits (just like me frfr) , mommy kink (used once)

He would be so stressed, with exams coming up he wouldn't have time to do any stress relieving activities with you. He knew you didn't mind, you go the same as him for god's sake. But now the stress has gotten too much, the test dates have been mixed up, essays due, homework piling up.

He would just crawl into a ball and start crying just having a full breakdown. And that would be the day you finally didn't have anything to do so you happily make your way to his dorm, only not to be greeted by a regular happy boyfriend. You walk into his room and see him curled onto the bed head tucked between his shoulders and arms around himself. quickly make yourself over there and you speak, trying not to spook the poor baby:(.

''Eth?'' You say and he looks up at you and he pouts and instantly grabs you, pulling you into his arms onto the bed. Head is digging into your chest, finding all your warmth, breathing in your ambrosial scent that drove him crazy, but still, it wasn't. close. enough.

His hand pulled your shirt up immediately and you yelped in surprise and you looked at him knowing what he wanted. He gets like this sometimes, all stressed or needy, or both he would need you in his mouth, rather to be your fingers, eating you out, or like now sucking your tittes. He pulled the lacy red bra you had on and latched to your nipple, sucking on it and a sigh if relif left his nostril. His other hand played with your other bood. Your breath hitched, you would have loved more but you let your sweet boy use you as a stress reliever. After a while he would detach from your nipple with only a string of saliva connecting you two.

''Thank you momma.'' he said wiping his wet mouth and you gave him a smile, tucking a few loose brown curls behind his ear. ''Anything for you baby.'' God he's so sweet.

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hi girlie pop hope you’re happy and very much alive

could you write a smut w fem reader x ethan landry where he tries to be a dom or whatever and he’s wearing like just boxers and the ghostface mask and he makes her give him a blow job🫡 but she’s like tf no so she doms him and like maybe overstimulates him and he’s really sensitive and whiny😍

sorry if it’s too weird😓 but i think the point is just ethan tries to dom but reader says no no and does not let it happen🥳🥳 if you do write it, which you don’t have to!! you could totally change it around😽

★ Carved ★

ethan landry

cw: FEM READER!!!!! smut, dom to sub, attempted (failed) domination, slight mask kink, knifeplay i think, praising, reader is kinda nice to him, handjobs, blowjobs, overstimulation (he cums three times!), unprotected p in v (wrap before u tap sluts), cumming in pants, whiny ethan, kinda unhealthy, s&m i think, choking, riding, cumming inside 😓, mentions of safeword but not used

you unlocked your dorm and went in with a sigh. today was fucking exhausting. you just wanted to see your boyfriend. you ran your hand through your hair as you put your bag down. "ethan? are you here?" you called out for him but didn't get a response. weird, he said he would wait for you in your dorm until your classes finished. you went to your room and started changing out of your jeans and sweater. that's when a figure in a ghostface mask appeared and pushed you down onto your bed. you started giggling, "ethan what are you doing?" he put the knife in his hand up to his masked mouth, signaling for you to be quiet. his hands were running over your body and you couldn't help but look at him in confusion. "ethan what's gotten into you? are you sick?" he tilts his head as his hand reached for the clip of your bra. "ethan tell me what's going on," you laughed. "just lay back and- shit," he realized his voice changer wasn't on. you laughed once more and he took of the mask. "babe you're not supposed to laugh, you're supposed to feel good," he pouted, at this point you were in a laughing fit. "i'm sorry babe- i didn't mean to laugh! it's just, i guess i just never saw you as dominant," he crossed his arms and looked away in embarrassment. "where'd all this come from anyway, ethan?" "i guess i just- when you are on top of me, i feel so good it's like seeing stars. i guess i just wanted to make you feel the same," this made your heart flutter. "aw ethan, you know, when you feel good, so do i. your moans get me off more than you could think," this made his face go a deep red. you pulled him into a kiss, flipping him over so you could be on top of him. his whimpers and whines turning you on even more. "please babe, i wanna be yours," he moaned out. "yeah?" you kissed down his neck. "please! mark me please, make me yours, please i want to be only yours, no one else matters!" "if you really mean it babe, you will get what you want. i love you," you took the knife that was previously in his hand and pressed it to his neck, carving your initial onto it. his moans of pain and pleasure made you rubbed your thighs together. there was something in the way your barely clothed body, the knife in your hand, the small amount of blood falling out of his neck that made him feel painfully hard. "please! more! more! i'll do anything!" that's when you put the knife down and your voice took a softer tone. "are you sure baby? you could use your safeword if you need to," you made sure he was comfortable. "yes please! just more!" you picked the knife again, lifting his shirt. you gently carved a heart with your and his initial in it. he started crying in pleasure. he was saying so much, but little of it was understandable. that's when he let out a high pitched whine and he came. he started spouting out "thank you" and "i love you" many times. "you're welcome baby, but i'm not done with you. i want to make you feel so good you cant think of anything but us, right here," that's when you lowered yourself a bit, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. you started licking at his clothed cock, you could taste the cum that leaked through. "fuck ethan, you taste so good," you continued your motion. ethan was moaning at smallest bit of touch, as he is falling into overstimulation. "please! please touch me!" "i am, aren't i? or do you want me to do something specific? i'm not a mind reader, baby," he whined as he tried to muster up the word. "p- please! i want you to put it in your mouth!" you smiled to yourself. "see baby, it wasn't that hard was it?" your hands reached to lower his undergarments. you pumped his cock a few times before entirely taking him into your mouth. you bobbed your head, pushing it further and then deeper into your mouth. "fuck! please! i'm gonna cum!" he was practically screaming for you. it was no doubt everyone in their dorms could hear you giving ethan the time of his life. you knew he was about to cum any second by the way he was yelling your name out. with one final moan he came in your mouth.

you swallowed all you possible could, with some leaking out. you removed your mouth from him, licking the rest of the cum on his cock, causing him to moan. "wow ethan, i thought you would be able to last longer." he covered his face, which muffled his speech. you removed his hands from his face, asking him to repeat himself. in a quiet mumble, he said "it's you. you're so perfect, i just can't control myself." "aw, you're so sweet. my sweet boy," you cooed, cupping his cheek in your hand. you leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. "can you cum for me one more time? just for me?" you looked up at him with those eyes. he couldn't resist you. he nodded without hesitation. you took off the little bit of clothes you had on, so you were now completely exposed to him. you were quick to make your way on top of him, not wanting to waste a single second more. you sunk down onto his overstimulated cock; he was basically screaming for you at this point. he was sure people from across the hall could hear, but he didn't care. you started going up and down on his cock, moaning quietly in comparison to his loud and breathless ones. your hands reached down to put pressure on his neck, the feeling of the pressure on the previous cut felt so good to him. he knew he wasn't going to last like this. "i'm gonna cum! please let me cum!" he was begging for you. "can you hold it for me? just a bit longer? you're making me so close baby," you kept on riding him, slipping your fingers down to rub your clit. "fuck- ethan i'm gonna cum! are you going to cum with me?" you asked and he nodded with enthusiasm. "then cum, sweetheart," with that, you both orgasmed. when you got off his cock, he was panting and breathing heavily. "did you feel good? i didn't go too far did i?" you turned to face him as you clipped your bra back on. "no no, you were perfect. i love you," his voice was quiet and hoarse from the previous situation. you kissed him as he was drifting off to sleep. you loved him more than he could imagine.

the ending sucked and i rushed it 😝 also it's 1 am and i'm exhausted but i needed to post here🤗 this was definitely a more smutty smut yknow so like yeah 🤗 hope u enjoyed this girlies 🙅‍♀️

#dom reader #ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #sub character #sub ethan landry #ghostface #ethan kirsch #scream iv

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here's something for you guys

i knew you guys needed this, give creds to @gothicknightz !

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Hi can I request an Ethan x fem carpenter sister the reader really likes him and get jealous when she sees him trying to flirt with a girl she sees Ethan is rejected and all sad cause the girl was really shitty to him saying no girl would want him so the reader goes up and kisses him in front of everyone

★ More than friends ★

cw: jealousy, kissing, slight sexual language, sam and mindy threaten ethan, use of y/n....☹️, also you punch someone!, also also this isn't the angst i was talking about earlier thats a wip, also before u read this is absolutely shit

you stared at ethan and that blonde bitch who thought she was the shit just because she was pretty. fucking cunt. you took a big sip from your beer filled cup. "y/n, are you even listening?" tara waved a hand in front of your face. "huh? yeah definitely," you answered, not taking your eyes off of ethan. tara looked to where you were, and saw ethan and that girl. tara sighed. "y/n, you know how we feel about him. sam and mindy would kill him before you two could even go on a first date," "yeah i know, i just- i mean, i guess i feel like he's perfect. i want to know what it would feel like to hug him and kiss him you know? and i wonder what his dick would feel-" tara put her hand up to your mouth. "that's enough information. if you like him then go shoot your shot. forget that wannabe bitch," she said leaving to get another drink. you kept on staring, taking the final sip of your drink and crushing the cup in your hand as you watched him trying to flirt with her. you threw your cup on the ground and walked over there. chad was sitting on the couch, so you sat next to him. "not enjoying yourself?" "no," you blatantly responded. "and why's that?" he asked, which he would soon regret. you started going on a rant about how ethan doesn't deserve to be with a slut like that. he, although not wanting to, listened to every word you said. he looked over to ethan and noticed him already looking back. he motioned to him and then to you, trying to signal for him to come talk to you. ethan shook his head. chad already knew ethan was whipped for you. you were all he ever talked about. it was always, "she's so funny" or "she's so gorgeous" and chad was sick of hearing both of you being completely oblivious to each other. you let out an exasperated grunt and crossed your arms. you looked over to ethan and saw that the girl was now talking to some other guy, leaving ethan standing behind her looking like a sad puppy. that's when she turned around and started saying something you couldn't quite catch, all you heard was, "not my type" and "get lost" you looked over at chad and back at ethan. "oh this bitch needs to be put down," you got up and took the drink out of chad's hand, gulping it down. chad got up to try to stop you from doing something stupid in a drunken rage, but he didn't walk fast enough. the loud sound of your fist against her nose was loud, it echoed a bit. everyone was shocked. anika and mindy took their phones out and recorded, "beat her ass, y/n!" ethan and chad stared with their mouths agape. and you, you were telling her off. you told her about how she's lucky someone like ethan could show even a pinch of interest in her fake ass. that's when you turned around and just pulled ethan into another room. "y/n you didn't have to do that- not that i'm not grateful, i am, just i don't want you getting involved into issues because of me-" you cut off his rant by pulling him into a kiss. "ethan, i love you. i've loved you since i met you," his mouth went agape in shock once more, "really? are you sure?" you laughed. "yes im sure," "i feel the same way, but how come you didn't say anything?" "how come you didn't?" "fair point," you kissed him again. the passion sadly being interrupted by sam and mindy. "okay lover boy that's enough," sam said as mindy pulled him off of you. "come on y/n, let's go back home. tara is waiting in the car," she pushed you away from ethan, sending him a glare. "if you hurt her i won't hesitate to make sure you don't see the light of day again," mindy said walking out of the room. he wouldn't mind going through hell and back just for you.

veronica stop being shit at writing challenge go! anyway, i hate this rlly rlly bad and it's definitely giving wattpad 2017 but it's 2 in the morning and watching gilmore girls so what can i do🤗

#ethan bailey #ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #ghostface #ethan kirsch #shit writing #fluff

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