#Nick goode x reader
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Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)
“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻
𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,
𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “
Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.
Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader
Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.
But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.
You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.
And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.
He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.
To you, Nick will always be safe.
Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”
If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.
“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.
“You ruined your makeup.”
You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”
“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”
“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.
And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.
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The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.
You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.
Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.
You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.
“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”
Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.
“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”
His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.
If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.
He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.
“Having fun?”
“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.
“Im so sorry!”
“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”
He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.
“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”
“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“
His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.
“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”
He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.
“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.
“Thank you.”
He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.
“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”
Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.
“Thank you, angel. I love it.”
He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.
“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”
The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.
“Tired?” He asks.
“Mhm.”
“C’mere.”
He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.
“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”
“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”
Oh, how precious.
Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.
The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?
His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.
He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.
Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.
And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.
It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.
But maybe it can be used for other sights.
He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.
He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.
He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.
“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”
You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.
You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.
He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.
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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.
You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.
Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.
No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.
Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.
But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.
And Nick can’t have that, can he?
So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.
Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.
He’s such a good friend.
You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.
You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.
“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.
“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”
Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.
“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.
You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.
“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”
Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.
“Probably not.” You reply.
“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”
“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”
“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.
You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”
Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”
“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”
Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”
“Yay!”
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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.
And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.
It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.
You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.
And then you catch sight of his camera.
You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.
“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”
Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.
“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.
“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.
Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”
The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.
“If you want.”
“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”
“Yes sir.”
You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.
“Good girl.”
Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.
So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.
By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.
“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”
You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.
“Do you really think so?”
“I think you’re perfect.”
Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.
So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.
It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.
But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.
“You’ve never done this before , have you?”
You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”
Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.
“No.” You utter softly.
He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.
“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”
You shake your head.
“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”
“N-Nick, c’mon-“
“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.
“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”
He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.
“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”
His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.
“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”
Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.
“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”
“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“
The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.
“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”
You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.
“No. Stay right here.”
And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.
“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.
“Crawl.”
Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.
You’ll do anything for him.
He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.
“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.
“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”
The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.
“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”
The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.
“I was just joking, angel.”
“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”
Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.
“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”
You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.
“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”
You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.
“Can you teach me, sir?”
He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.
“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.
“Give me a kiss.”
You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.
“Do you feel safe with me?”
You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.
He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.
“Do you trust me?”
His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.
“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”
“Good. You only need me.”
And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.
“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”
You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.
“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”
You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.
“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.
“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”
He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.
“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”
His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.
Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.
“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”
That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.
You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.
He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.
“Nicky, please..”
Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.
“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”
“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!
You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.
“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”
When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.
“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”
You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.
“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”
You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.
“That’s my girl.”
He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.
“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”
“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”
You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”
He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.
“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”
Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.
But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.
“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”
The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.
“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”
You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.
“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”
Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.
“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.
You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“
He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.
“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.
“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”
And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.
When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.
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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.
His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.
You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?
Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.
Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.
His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.
You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.
“Needy, baby?”
“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”
“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”
You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.
“No panties, sweetheart?”
“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”
The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.
“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”
You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”
He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.
“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”
And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.
“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”
The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.
“W-What?”
And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.
“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”
Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.
“Answer me!”
“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“
“Good.”
His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.
“Now fucking cum for me.”
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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.
You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?
It should upset you more than it does.
You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.
None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”
He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.
“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“
His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.
“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”
You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.
And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.
@itsthatonegirl
#nick goode#Nick goode x reader#Nick goode x fem! reader#nick goode smut#Ghostface! Nick goode#fear streat scream au#scream#fear street#fear street 1994#fear street 1978#fear street 1666#fear street trilogy#fear street fanfiction#young! Nick goode#dom! Nick goode#sub! reader
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FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - DATING THE OPPOSITE "SIDER"
MALE READER
Characters: Tommy, Alice, young Ziggy, Cindy, Kate, young Nick, simon
CW: couple of curse words
(didn't include Deena and Sam cause I'm pretty sure they're lesbians)
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Young Ziggy Berman
-she hates your ass
-she thinks you're posh and annoying
-one day you walk in on her preparing a prank for someone from Sunnyvale
-but you don't tell anyone
-she next day when the prank takes action she sees you trying to to laugh, you make I contact and just burst out laughing
-you came up to her after to tell her how her prank was genius
-"I don't know what you're talking about" she smirks
-"right, of course, but if you happen to see does know what I'm talking about tell her I know a couple of tricks she might like" you say and walk away
-two days later you hear someone knocking at your door at night
-surprise surprise, it's Ziggy
-"I may or may not be doing something for tomorrow" Ziggy walks away for you to follow her
-and you do.
-that night a lot of things changed for you both
Cindy Berman
-you don't care about this kind of things
-you already been dating for a couple of months
-you don't care what others say, you love that girl
-one day you Ziggy gets in trouble, and Cindy being Cindy tries to argue with her
-so Ziggy spits out how Cindy only started dating you to "fit in" with the Sunnyvales
-you stand there in shock looking disappointed at Cindy
-before she has the chance to speak to you, you walk away
-a few days later you have to work together
-"so, was everything just a lie? Did you just use me?"
-"no! I mean, at first yes, but.."
-"I can't believe it" you were hurt
-"please 'name', just hear me out! I did start dating you because I wanted to fit in, be like everyone else, but I cought feeling for you, I...I love you!"
-it takes time for you to trust her again
-but you come back together eventually
Kate Schmidt
-you have a kind of friendly rivealry relationship
-every game you meet up and jokingly insult each other
-it just becomes a habit, and you start wandering when you're gonna see her again
-one night you ask her for a quick chat
-away from everyone
-you can't wait anymore, so you just tell her how you feel
-her smile disappears, and she just leaves you standing there
-you think about this all of the game
-how you fucked up, and how you lost Kate
-after the game you feel so devastated
-but Kate runs up to you and drags you to the same spot you took her before
-she kisses you, smiling
-and than she just leaves
-it makes your night
Young nick good
-he always ignores you
-every time you speak at a game or council he looks at you with raised eyebrows, looks away, and continues to talk
-you actually think he's one of the least annoying Sunnyvales
-but you don't like the way he ignores you
-one day you get in trouble with Joan and her boyfriend
-he breaks it up and leads you away
-"what do you want" you're so annoyed, he probably wants something from you
-"what? Nothing, I just saved you from being thrown out of the camp"
-"and am I supposed to believe a Sunnyvale council just saved a shadyside guy he hates just because of kindness?"
-"wha- I don't hate you"
-"sure thing" you storm out
-the next few days you do everything to avoid him, not wanting to face whatever be has for you
-but it doesn't last for long
-you and Ziggy decides to prank some loser Sunnyvale
-but the thing is someone saw you
-"it was that scumbag, 'name', I saw him yesterday"
-you were fucked, now you're definitely gonna get thrown out
-"no, he was with me the whole night, helped me clean the cafeteria" nick came forward
-of course they believed him, he was the sheriff's son
-so you got of with just detention
-you were cleaning the stable when you saw nick coming up to you
-"I didn't as-"
-"I don't hate you, I hate that I like you" his eyes stared at you intensely
-you couldn't believe your ears
-you just stood there dumbfounded
-"but..I realized" he continued "he doesn't have to know"
-and than he kissed you
Simon kalivoda
-literally doesn't give two fucks about who you are and who knows what and who thinks what
-her likes you? You like him? That's all you need
-you always meet after school hanging out
-youre not afraid of going into the shadyside part, but you're worried when Simon goes to visit you
-anyway, that boy lives pda
-so if it was a secret you're dating (for your sake) it won't be one for long
Tommy slater
-he actually doesn't care
-at first he was a little wary yes, but after he got to know you he absolutely doesn't care what side you are
-but he's still unsure about being public
-so you date in secret
-its fun at the beginning, but starts to annoy you later on
-your want to do couple stuff with him like others, not hide your love
-you talked to him a couple times about this
-no your fifth time you threaten to leave him
-because you're really tired of this constant hiding
-always looking over your shoulder so no one sees you
-so after a few days apart he randomly walk up to you and kisses you on the cheek
-after that day he asks you if it was ok, he's not sure you like pda
-defenda you to everyone how talks shot about you
Alice
-youre kinda enemies at first
-always bickering and insulting each other
-at some point it becomes kinda fun
-its just your thing now
-your end up spending more time together
-not your choice obviously
-you both realize the other is not so bad as you thought
-so you start hanging out out of choice
-you two get very close
-smoking pot together
-talking about random shit
-one night she just kisses you
-youre unseparatable after that
#male reader#male reader insert#x male reader#fear street#fear street x reader#ziggy berman x reader#nick goode x reader#simon kalivoda x reader#headcanons
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Love or Obsession?
pairing(s): young!yandere!nick goode x shadysider!reader, platonic!ziggy berman x reader.
summary: after seeing you with tommy, nick’s not sure what he feels for you is love or obsession. but one thing’s for sure, you’re his.
warnings: toxicity, gore, blood, murder(?), manipulation, obsession, yandere, tommy becomes possessed lol, possession, mentions of sacrificing, mature language.
i wasn’t sure if I should add a spoiler warning considering the three movies have been out for some time now so I didn’t add one. sorry! but enjoy. and don’t really worry it doesn’t go by the plot of the movies anyway(mostly).
You were a camper. And he was a counselor. Okay, you weren’t that young. Only two years younger than he was. You wouldn’t deny having a small attraction for Nick Goode, Sheriff Goode’s son and the king of Sunnyvale.
Though he didn’t have a huge ego like you had expected. In fact, he was down to earth and kind, and kind of introverted. You shared similar hobbies. But you were a shadysider and sunnyvalers didn’t particularly get along with Shadysiders.
It was an normal day, well, a normal Sunny day. You definitely liked nature, but was worn out from the hiking and activities.
“Worn out? Tommy teased. “Kind of yeah, you chuckle. He wasn’t that much older than you yet a counselor. You didn’t even plan on becoming one anyway.
Yeah, you liked helping out with children but wanted a better job and focus on studies at the same time. “Hey, it’s fine, he assured you.”some of these kids never run out of energy.”
“I know right? You chuckle. Neither of you noticed that Nick had been glaring daggers right into Tommy’s skull. He was pissed. More so jealous. That you were the one Tommy was interested in. Everyone knew that.
Including him. And he needed to do something about it. He felt something for you, that he knew for sure. But wasn’t sure on what. Love or Obsession? Could it be both.
It had been passed down from family to family. Sacrifices. Possessions. And it was Nick’s turn. He already had a name in mind. At that moment, he decided Tommy would be the perfect candidate for possession. And kill all. Then you wouldn’t be so interested in him now would you?
Shadyside wasn’t a shithole for no reason. And as everyone suspected, it was a curse. Placed by Solomon Goode all those years ago back in 1666.
You suddenly trip, but Tommy caught you before you fell. You laughed. "You're a life saver. I swear." He blushed. "It's no big deal, Y/n."
You smile. "Well, I mean, i think so. You're so sweet. You know, helping everyone." "That's what a counselor does... He smiles, before rushing over to help with the next activity.
You didn't know then, that would be the final time you would see Tommy before hell broke loose. You grew tired so eventually you fell asleep quite early. Normally, You were up and ready.
When suddenly, You hear screams. You leave your cabin quick. "Y/N! Ziggy yells. "Ziggy! What's happening? You exclaim. "The witch... she possessed Tommy... Ziggy said.
"No... You frown."Not him. Why him?" Ziggy replies,”I don’t know we just have to go! I don’t want you to die!”
“I won’t, just promise me you won’t, and you’ll live, You say, standing close by your best friend. “I promise, she replies.
You both ran for your lives. You always believed that witch shit even though you shouldn’t. Because last summer, you found something you shouldn’t.
Back then you were a skeptical of the Sarah Fier Legend. A curse on Shadyside, Really? You knew the town had bad luck but a curse was out of reach.
Then you found a ritual. someone who worshipped satan or whatever had a place to go for that. And look what you found. The names of each shadyside killer carved into rocks no human could’ve done with their bare hands.
And it seemed quite obvious that Sarah fier was behind it. After all, she wanted revenge. But that was before Tommy’s name had been put into it. Which explained why Nurse Lane attacked him.
You didn’t want to admit it but she should’ve. It would’ve prevented a huge massacre. But you adored tommy. Though oblivious to his obvious feelings for you.
You two ran for a while until you screamed,”Tommy!” He was right in front of you and was about to strike but turned his attention to Ziggy.
“No! You yell and as he was about to you move her out of the way, both of you unharmed. “Y/N, you could’ve died! I can’t lose you! She said.
“Look, we’re both okay? And it was odd, he didn’t even… try to kill me, You say. “I know, maybe his feelings for you were why, ziggy blurted.
“What? You say. “Oh, She said. "You didn’t know? It was so obvious he was in love with you.” “I thought he was into Cindy… You say. “No, she’s into Alice and everyone also knows that, Ziggy said.
"Whatever, we need to hide! He killed Jeremy, Jesse, Stacey and More kids! You yell, sobbing but tried not to. Ziggy nods. You grew up with her, if you lost her, you wouldn't know how to live.
You run with her, her hand in yours, you didn't want to let go. "Hey look! I found somewhere we could hide... Ziggy begins."Fuck, Cindy! Where is she?"
"Where did you see her last? You asked. "I-I don’t remember, we just should find her, Ziggy said. "Also, I locked Sheila in the bathroom." "Good one, You said. "But she could be killed. Plus, I heard something about Cindy and Alice going somewhere involving Sarah Fier."
"Okay, come on! Ziggy said, you run to the bathroom but now you were growing exhausted. "Sheila? You say. "Fucking Shadysider Bitch! Sheila replied. "Did you lock me in here?"
"Y/n didn't, I did... But come on, Ziggy entering the bathroom before Sheila began attacking her. You pulled her off of Ziggy. ”Calm down. there’s a killer and you have to leave or-“
“Of course it’s always a shadysider huh? Sheila said. "I mean, you’re the reason this shit is happening.” “Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what’s going on first of all, You say, laced with venom in your voice. "Second, I think we can all agree none of us want to die so-“
“Hello! Cindy said, and you could hear her voice. "Can anybody hear us?” Ziggy realized like you that it was Cindy and follows the voice. Only to see them under the bathroom.
“What are you guys doing there? You say. “Oh thank fucking god, Alice said. “It’s a long story but… can you help us out? Cindy said.
“Yeah of course, You reply. Ziggy come help me.” “No hesitation, Ziggy said, relief that her sister was okay. You help them up. Apparently Tommy was possessed first there. He killed Alice's stoner friend, Arnie.
"Wow, You said, hearing everything. "I mean, i knew of the whole ritual stuff. But-" "You knew he would be possessed? Ziggy asked. You shook your head."No, But i knew then this witch shit was real."
"Oh."
"In order to stop this, we need to reunite her hand with her body, Cindy said. You nodded. You noticed how she held onto Alice's hand. You hadn't seen Nick, Will, Joan or Kurt in a while. Which made you wonder if they were murdered too.
Nick was acting kind of lately, you didn't know why. But either way, you had to find out. "Well, where is her body? I don't think she had been buried anywhere near here, You point out.
"Y/n's right, Ziggy agreed. "Look, she is, Alice said, moving the book in front of you. You read and looked it over. "Holy shit she is, You exclaimed.
"Fuck, Ziggy said. "Which is why we could bury her hand with her body, we know where her hand is too, Cindy explained. You nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? We could end this curse now."
"Okay, Cindy said. "Come on." Sarah Fier's hand was in the front on fhe table. It soon made sense why she had been buried under the tree where she had been hung. But when you accidentally touched her skeletal hand, you saw everything. You wiped your bloody nose. "I saw the witch. She was pissed. So we we should hurry up."
You grabbed any weapons you could. Even if you didn't know if you could kill or hurt anybody. But before Alice could even kill, Tommy killed her. Cindy angrily lunged at him, and so did you.
Your eyes were filled with tears but you didn't let them fall. "Alice, don't die on us, You said softly. "Please." However, she took her last breath and became another victim. But everyone couldn't mourn for long.
Everyone heard someone singing. "Ruby Lane, You said. "Come on, we have to go." Cindy was naturally reluctant but agreed. Somehow, you got lost from Cindy and Ziggy, who you figured were digging.
As you walked, hoping you could find your way back, you bumped into Nick. "Nick! You're okay! You said, sighing of relief. "Y/N, where were you.. He said, his voice filled with concern. "I... think we could end this curse, You said."
"Y/n, come on, this witch stuff isn't real, he just went crazy, Nick said. "No, Nick, I saw her, She's pissed, I saw the fucking witch! You exclaim. Tommy, the sweet guy you knew, didn't just go crazy. Neither did Nurse Lane. She was right. Of course she had been.
"Hey, this will all be over, Nick assures you, suddenly hugging you, pulling you close while you cried on his shoulder, not seeing the smirk on his face.
Everything was going according to plan.
#nick goode x reader#yandere fear street#yandere nick goode x reader#yandere nick goode#fear street x reader#horror#tw obsession#tw yandere#ziggy berman x reader#alice x cindy#long fic
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Nick Goode Headcanons
Prone to jealous
Like hardcore
He wants people to know you're not available
Also very protective
Especially when the murders start. He doesn't care about anyone else. He just wants you to be safe [Even though technically he caused the danger]
He's not afraid and doesn't care about murder and is willing to do it
He'll just pin the murder on someone else [Probably one of those Shadyside kids]
If anyone dares thinking of bullying you, they'll go missing. No one would ever think that little, precious Nick Goode did it
He seems like your Knight in Shining armor
He gets worried when he doesn't know where you are or what you're doing
He's a control freak
He needs to control you, but he can't outright do it
^ He still has an imagine to uphold
He's very caring to a certain point
He'll emotional manipulate you if you do something he doesn't like
He has a certain set of rules for you to follow and he says they're to keep you safe
^ It's just a way to control you
Oh, but it's okay; He still loves you and he tells you every day
But each time it starts to sound more and more forced to you
#nick goode#nick goode x reader#fear street#yandere x reader#yandere horror#yandere slasher#fear street 1978#yandere nick goode#yandere fear street#yandere fear street x reader#yandere nick goode x reader
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Kinktober day 18 - orgasm denial
Nick Goode x Reader
“Please, Nick!” you beg, squirming on his lap as two of his fingers are knuckles deep inside your wet cunt, pumping and curling them slightly to reach that soft spot that makes you see stars.
He has been doing that for the past hour, working you up to your highest peak, just to stop at the last second and leave you all whiny and frustrated for not reaching that orgasm.
“Please what, sweetheart?” Nick asks, taking his fingers out to place a soft smack to your swollen clit.
“I- i wanna cum, please” you answer, trying to buck your hips against his hand.
“Too bad” he says with a chuckle, tightening his grip on your neck and pressing you even more to his chest, as a clear way to show his dominance. “I am the one who decides whenever you cum, and right now you can’t. So be a good girl and stop begging for it, yeah?”
You just nod, feeling his fingers slide inside you again, ready to take the torture once more.
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➪the one where nick falls in love with a shadysider at camp nightwing.
Disclaimer: nick and reader have been aged up for the sole purpose of the smut, sorry if it doesn’t make sense with the timeline of the actual movie (im not writing underage scenes like that, though y’all stay safe) also nick isn’t as evil in this (or at all, really)
WARNINGS: kissing, smut, unprotected sex, slight possessive nick, slight choking, borderline breeding kink, camper x counselor relationship
Word Count: 5.4k
The summer heat was becoming unbearable. Though, it wasn’t nearly as unbearable as your want for the counselor you’d had your eye on for the last two weeks. His name was Nick Goode, which was ironic as the many things you wanted him to do to you were nothing short of bad.
He was your counselor, but that’s a bit of an unfair title as you’re eighteen (as of two months ago) and more than capable of looking after yourself. He was only a year older than you. Since the first day, you’ve been hinting at your obvious crush on him, and all your advances had been cut short when another counselor would see you.
Nick had shown an interest in you as well, but he was too much of a gentleman to take it any further than a smile or an accidental touch of the hand on your arm. It wasn’t enough. You craved him and were infatuated with him to the point where you felt inferior to him.
It was expected for you to develop feelings for him, with his good manners and undeniably good looks. How could you not?
Unbeknownst to you, Nick thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You were a natural goddess in his eyes and he could only imagine what it would be like to touch you on a deeper level, instead of the rare brush of the arm.
Only problem was.. he was a golden boy and you were a shadysider.
You tended to be the bolder one out of the two of you, but secretly, every pick up line or flirtatious joke you said had your hands feeling sweaty when waiting for his response. He would always respond with remarks that matched your flirty smirks but that was all that came from it.
After all, he is your counselor.
But what others don’t know won’t hurt them, right?
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It was around dinner time and while the campers and counselors alike all gathered in the dining area, you stayed back to help Nick clean up. He picked up all the paint brushes while you threw away the scrap pieces of paper. It was just the two of you, and that alone had your heart beating faster than normal, but you pushed away the insecure thoughts and leaned on the table he was cleaning.
“Are we ever going to talk about the thing going on between us?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, the corners of your lips turning up when he stopped his actions.
He didn’t look at you and stood still for a few seconds before continuing to wipe away at the wooden table. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say and casually move closer to him.
“I don’t think I do,” he replied, turning to look at you. “And even if I did, you know nothing can happen between us.”
You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Why not?”
“Because I’m a counselor,” he said, stepping away from you. “And because you’re a camper.”
Your ego felt attacked at the thought of him comparing you to a bunch of kids. “Please,” you scoffed, reaching over and running your fingers over his arm. “I’m eighteen. I don’t believe that you see me as a kid, especially since you’re only one year older than me.”
Nick froze at the feeling of your hand on him and he could feel the walls he built in an attempt to not fall for you crumbling down every second that passed. “It’d be wrong,”
When he went to pull away, you grabbed his hands and tugged him towards you. You were still leaning on the table when you placed his hands on your waist, your chests just inches away. “Does it feel wrong?”
Your words, unintentionally sexy, mixed with the feeling of you had the walls falling completely. Nick slowly stepped forward and allowed you to place your hands on his chest while his ran up your arms to rest on either side of your face.
You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your skin on fire as you looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you murmured, straining your neck to move your face closer to his. At his conflicted expression, you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders. “Please.”
At that, Nick leaned down and closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly passionate yet desperate kiss. Your hands immediately traveled to his face, bringing him down so he was closer to your height. It wasn’t surprising that the kiss got heated really fast, this was something you both had wanted since the day you met.
Nick’s hands fell from your face and landed on your hips once again and he tugged you up, making you sit on the wooden surface of the table. With him now situated between your legs, you tugged on the collar of his shirt so he was as close as he could possibly be.
His hands moved to wrap your legs around his waist and you moaned at the feeling, all while keeping your lips pressed to his.
You weren’t a virgin, and from the way Nick had his hands all over you, you could tell he wasn’t one either, but you still felt like this was the first time you’d had a man’s hands on your body. You felt high and the kiss was beginning to take your breath away.
You pulled back and let out a deep breath as Nick’s lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses all along it until he got to your shoulders. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access while gripping his jaw and face, breathy moans flying from your mouth.
You had a feeling that Nick would take you right then and there, but the sound of his brother’s voice calling his name had him pulling away from his attack on your neck. You held your breath while Nick stood completely still, and after a few seconds of silence you both wondered if you had imagined it.
“Nick,” his brother called again. “Where are you?”
Nick immediately stepped away from you and created a good amount of space. You hopped off the table and quickly grabbed a cup that was full of water from the paint and threw it on the floor. Nick looked at you in confusion for a second as you shoved an old towel in his hands.
“Nick,” Will opened the door and his brows furrowed at the sight. A puddle had formed where you dumped the water and you watched as his eyes flicked between you and Nick. “You missed dinner.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I was just-”
“I accidentally spilled water when we were cleaning up and Nick was just helping me,” you gestured to the towel in his hands and that’s when Nick had finally caught on.
Will looked between you and Nick a few times then finally down at the water. “I see that,” he said. “Just make sure it doesn’t ruin the floor.”
After that he walked out, the door slamming closed behind him and you hear Nick let out a breath of relief. You looked up at him, a smile beginning to form on your lips as Nick dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it soak up the water.
“That was close,”
“Too close,” he said but the tone in his voice told you that he didn’t regret it.
The water was forgotten as Nick moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you gaze up at him, waiting for any sign of confirmation that he wanted this as bad as you did.
A few seconds pass before he strokes his thumb across your cheek bone. “No one can find out,” he said and your smile grows until it’s a full on grin.
“No one will,” you promise before leaning up on your toes to kiss him again. He kisses you back, though not with as much force as before, then pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.
“I’m so fucked,” he said and you laugh, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for your third kiss of the night.
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It was the day of the color war and to say you weren’t excited would be an understatement. Running around with a bunch of kids and playing a game that labeled you as the inferior color was not something you felt like doing at all.
You hid behind a cabin as a few Sunnyvale kids ran around with the counselors. You glanced around the area, keeping an eye out for a specific one.
It had been a month since you and Nick kissed. A few days later he was officially your boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, actually, and you were his secret girlfriend.
You kept it low-key for two reasons, one being the fact that you’re from Shadyside and Nick is from Sunnyvale, and two being the fact that you’re a camper and Nick’s a counselor.
Neither of you minded much, but it made seeing each other a lot harder.
As you hid, a smile formed on your face when your eyes caught sight of the brown haired boy you called your boyfriend (secretly, of course). He was participating, barely, but you knew that this was the last thing he wanted to do, as he had told you that the color war games were his least favorite activities.
You wait a few more seconds, ensuring no one would see you, before you lunge forward and wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him so he was in the space between the two cabins. Nick’s hands immediately find your waist while yours rest on either side of his face. You share a brief, yet extremely intimate look, before Nick leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours.
It was something you both had been deprived of for the last few days, both of you seemingly unable to find a good time to meet up.
It was clear that each other’s touch was what fueled your cravings for one another as Nick’s hands moved up to either side of your head, pressing into you and making your back hit the harsh exterior of the wooden cabin. It scratched against the bare skin peeking out of your grey tank top but you couldn’t care less. You missed your boyfriend too much to mind the few splinters you might have to pull out later.
“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips.
“I missed you, too,” you say back and he presses his lips to yours once again. Your hands move to tug at his hair, raking your fingers through it before pulling.
He groans against your mouth before pulling away, his hands moving to grip your waist once more. “I can’t go that long without seeing you again,”
It had only been just under six days since you had the opportunity to sneak off like this, but the truth was that you both had become obsessed with each other in the month you’ve been seeing each other.
So, naturally, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. “I can’t, either,” you say quietly, aware that there may be campers lurking nearby. “I’ve wanted you for days now.”
Nick’s ears perk up at that and he gives you a sly smirk, running his hands over the newly exposed skin due to him pulling up your top slightly. “Sexually?” His shyness had dissolved the last few weeks and he was completely content with being himself around you, hence the word that left his mouth.
You hadn’t gotten to the point of actually sleeping together yet, just heated make out sessions when you could, and to say you were hot for him was an understatement.
He had meant it as a joke so when you nodded and dropped one of your hands to the button of his pants, pressing your fingers to his clothed crotch, Nick’s breath hitched and he felt the blood rush down his body. “I want you so much,” you say and it fuels Nick’s libido to no end.
Gathering some self control, he pulls away slightly, his hands gripping your upper arms. “Are you sure?”
“When are we going to get another chance like this one before summer ends?” You ask, resting your hands on his chest. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, since the day we met.”
Nick looks around, making sure no one was around to witness a Shadysider and Sunnyvaler hooking up. “Not here,”
“Okay,” you reply immediately. “But it turns me on to think about someone catching you with your dick inside me-”
Nick cuts you off by grabbing your hand and tugging you to his cabin. With Nick seemingly too far gone, you took it upon yourself to repeatedly glance around to avoid anyone seeing you.
To outsiders, it looked like Nick was beyond pissed off with you and was dragging you off somewhere to rip you a new one, but the angry look on his face was actually sexual frustration mixed with an undeniable want for the girl he was borderline in love with.
You made it to the cabin with no one around to see you, thankfully, and Nick quickly pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. You didn’t get the chance to explore his room before he pulled you over to his bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his elbow moving to the left side of your face to hold himself up while his other hand wasted no time in groping your tank top covered chest.
You were right, when was there going to be another opportunity like this one? He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty that he was skipping out on his duties to bury himself in you, but how could he resist his sweet, horny girlfriend when he felt the exact same way she did?
Seeing as the time was extremely limited, he leaned back on his knees to rid himself of his red and white shirt. Your hands fumbled with your own flimsy top as you took it off and dropped it beside the messily made bed.
Boys will be boys.
Within seconds he was back on top of you, his lips kissing every newly exposed part of you he could. Even with the time limit, he couldn’t help but suck a rather large hickey on the top of your right breast, a place only you and him would be able to see it.
Your hands tangle in his hair as his fingers unzip your shorts and slide them off your legs, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He would take his time and appreciate your body like he knew it deserved, but he couldn’t risk someone walking in and ruining the rare chance he had to see you like this.
He’d have to worship your body another time.
Instead, he murmured a praise against your neck, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,”
His words went straight to your core and you moaned, your hands gripping his biceps as he slipped your underwear off.
“Are you sure?” He asks once again. He was painfully hard and might actually break something if you were to back out, but he would allow you that choice no matter what.
Thankfully, though, you just nodded.
“I’m sure, Nick,” you say and caress the sides of his face, bringing it down to yours. “I love you.”
The words caught him off guard and he pulled back to look over your entire face, searching for any sign that you could just be saying that to deepen the moment. He didn’t think anyone could fall in love with someone in a month, but here he was. When he laid in this very bed, by himself, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms. When he sat with the rest of the kids from Sunnyvale, his heart ached whenever he saw you sitting with the glum and broody people that so didn’t deserve to have you next to them. He found himself falling completely in love with you with no way to stop it.
“I love you,” he said back once he saw no trace of insincerity on your face, just love, and lust, but mainly love. You leaned up and kissed him while he unzipped his pants, not bothering to pull them down past the point where he could relieve himself of the tight fabric.
Once he was free, he lined himself up with your entrance, his free hand coming up to brush away the few fallen strands of hair that covered your eyes. With a final kiss pressed to your lips, he enters you, both of you releasing a breathy moan.
You were, by far, the tightest girl Nick had ever been with, not that he had a long list of past relationships, and not that he would ever dare to compare you to anyone. You were so much more than the girls in his past, so much better in every way. The immediate attraction between the two of you was obvious and had you both developing feelings faster than expected.
As for you, you had no problem comparing Nick to the scumbags you’d let touch you in your past relationships. They weren’t small in any sense, but Nick was no doubt bigger in the best possible ways. He had a hell of a bigger heart than your previous lovers, a better and brighter personality and he definitely didn’t disappoint in the size category. In fact, you were sure Nick was stretching you out so much that you feared for a second that he’d break you, not that you’d complain.
Nick stilled inside you for a brief second, letting you get familiar with his size, before he pulled out half way. He slipped himself back in at a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your hands gripping his shoulders with everything you had.
There was no doubt in your mind that if you were to be spoiled with this a few more times down the road of your relationship, he would ruin you for other guys. He’d get you so fucked up for him that you wouldn’t dream of anyone else getting you off, and not in the way he could. Not that you’d ever want to have anyone else like this after Nick. You were down bad and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences that would no doubt come with dating the golden boy from Sunnyvale.
Nick, however, was sick of the unwanted title. He was tired of trying to live up to it and be the guy who could do no wrong, and maybe that’s what made this moment so surreal to him. Nick Goode, future Police Chief, currently burying himself to the brim in a shadysider when he should be participating in the degrading color game going on outside.
But, as Nick sets a steady rhythm, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with the girl he loved.
It felt as if he was saying a massive fuck you to all the people who looked up to him for things he really didn’t want to be part of.
Your legs eventually wrapped around his waist that was still covered by his pants, tightening when he delivered a particularly rough thrust into you. Your chests were pressed completely together with no space in between and Nick leaned down to suck another love bite onto your shoulder. It would be visible if you wore the tank top currently on the floor, so you’d have to remember to switch to a t-shirt after this to hide it. Nick couldn’t help but mark you as his, making you purple in spots that could be visible to everyone with a slip of your shirt. It was the only way he could show that you were taken and that no one had any business trying to get with you when it was him that got to see you like this.
You tried your best to quiet your moans, your whimpers being the only sound in the room. Nick had his face pressed to your neck, his low groans being lost to your skin. You knew you had to be quiet, for the sake of your relationship, but you felt the urge to make him feel as good as he possibly could.
So, you gently pressed against him and flipped him around so his head was against the single pillow with you now situated on top of him. Nick’s hands found your waist while yours rested on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his clear and spotless skin when you began to move your hips.
Your plan to get him to be loud seemed to work as he now had nothing to hide his face in so his moans sounded through the empty room. Satisfied, you lift your hips and drop back down onto him, feeling him stretch even deeper into you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, surprised you were able to take all of him, let alone take him to the deepest part of you.
One of Nick’s hands left your hips to wrap around one of your wrists, his lips pressing kisses to your forearm. “Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling of him inside you and the kisses he was placing on you. How was this boy even real? And how did you manage to have him all to yourself?
Nick must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he let go of your hand, allowing it to grip his shoulder while his thumb moved up to pull at your lower lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching the way you nearly squealed in ecstasy when he lifted his hips to fuck into you. “God, look at you. So pretty.”
His words of praise sent heat waves down your body and you let your head fall back, throaty groans leaving you as your pace picked up. Testing something new, Nick dropped his thumb from your lip and wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying the faintest amount of pressure.
Your eyes widen at the new feeling and your hips rocked even faster, moans freely leaving your mouth. It was clear that neither of you cared about your increasing volume at this point. In fact, Nick was sure he wouldn’t mind someone coming in to see you on top of him, riding him until you both had nothing left to give.
That would really demolish the golden boy status and Nick felt like coming at the thought of you helping him ruin his unwanted reputation. You and him, proving to everyone that he wasn’t what they thought, not in the slightest. If he was what they wanted him to be, he wouldn’t be currently getting fucked by someone considered inferior to him, even though he knew you were better than those people could ever be. You actually saw him for who he was. You knew him and that was all that mattered. All he needed was his sweet and incredibly hot girlfriend to feel like he was truly himself. You were what was missing in his life up to the point of him meeting you, he was sure.
The thought of you, the only girl he’s ever let himself love, tainting his reputation beyond repair had him moaning loudly, his hand falling from your throat to grab your waist once again.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten with you. Not only did he find someone who didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, but he found someone who helped bring out the real him. He was in love with you.
Nick felt like he was on cloud nine and he had no problem with never coming down. If this was the way you made him feel, he knew he wanted you forever.
“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sitting up with one hand behind him, holding him up. His other hand stayed on your waist, assisting you in bouncing yourself on him. You straddled him, your hands coming up to grip the sides of his face while your chest brushed his with every bounce of your body. One of the straps of your bra fell off your shoulder, exposing your chest to him even more and his hand moved up to tug the strap down your arm, fully exposing your full chest to him, despite your other bra strap still hugging your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You look so pretty riding me, so pretty stuffing yourself with me. I love you.”
“I love you,” you could only whisper back, your throat beginning to become sore from your increasingly loud moans mixed with the faint fingerprints that littered your neck. “I want this forever, want you forever. Fuck, you feel so good.”
It was as if you had read his exact thoughts and it had him breaking out in a large grin, kissing you quickly. “You’re mine, now,” he said, kissing your collarbone while the hand that wasn't gripping your waist came up to tug and pinch your nipple. “Mine forever.”
At this promise, you sped up the movements of your hips, fucking onto him with the last remaining energy you had. You felt yourself getting closer to the point of no return and you wanted nothing more than to let go around him.
Your hips began to shake beyond your control, and Nick stepped in to help keep the pace going by fucking up into you. “I’m close,” you mumbled against his lips, your eyes tearing up from how good you felt at that moment. “You’re so big, so deep. I’ve never felt this full before.”
Nick groaned at your praises, sloppily kissing your neck to prolong the inevitable.
The things you’ve said are completely new. You’ve never cared enough about your past relationships to feel the need to praise them in any way you could, but Nick was just too good at this to not be showered with them. The physical and emotional connection you felt with him ran so much deeper than both of you probably realized.
“Yeah?” He asked against your skin, his fingers no doubt creating bruises on your hips. “You should come for me, then.”
The way he said it both desperately and nonchalantly at the same time had your mouth opening while moans flew from it, your grip on his hair and shoulders becoming increasingly tight as you felt yourself explode around him.
You completely lost yourself, continuing to lazily bounce on Nick as he groaned against you. “Come in me,” you whimpered against his lips. Nick’s eyes widened at your request and he’s never felt more turned on than he did in that moment. “Paint me as yours, please, I want it so bad.”
Your pleas and the overall tightness from you had Nick reaching his climax, too, bucking up into you and painting your walls like you desperately asked him to. You whimpered at the feeling, this being the first time you ever allowed anyone to finish inside you, while Nicked moaned loudly, filling you with everything he had left to offer.
When he finished, the movement of your hips finally halted, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.
As you held each other, Nick once again questioned how in the hell he got so lucky. You were the first girl he ever got the pleasure of climaxing in and the thought that it could very well end in a pregnancy made his heart race. He made a mental note that one day, he’d put a baby in you. His baby. Something that only the two of you can share, that only belonged to you and him, but that’s a conversation for another time.
Both yours and Nick’s skin was sweaty, and his hair was messy and all over the place, a dead giveaway for what you had just done. You laughed to yourself as your hands came up to flatten out the messy strands, placing a final kiss to his forehead when you finished.
Nick’s breathing was staggered and uneven and he allowed himself to fall back onto the pillow, bringing you down with him.
You laughed then immediately let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him still inside you, your body beginning to feel sensitive the longer he stayed buried in you. You knew you’d have to release him eventually, but you both knew that meant you then had to separate and possibly spend days apart, so you kept him inside you for as long as you could.
With your chest pressed to his, you slid your arms up and under his pillow, creating a crevice for his head to rest in. You smiled at the satisfied look on his face and pecked his chin before resting your head on his shoulder. “You look so hot,” you murmured, your skin forming goosebumps when his fingers began to run up and down your back.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say quietly, bringing one of your hands down to run your fingers across his chest. “Just like this. So content and fucked out.”
Nick smirked, his arms wrapping around your form and his lips pressing to your head. “It’s because of you,”
You hummed, tilting your head up and allowing him to connect your lips. This kiss was long and sweet, no indication of it starting anything else. The best kind of kisses, in your opinion.
You pulled away and put your head on his chest, the faint sound of his heartbeat calming you. “We should get dressed soon,” Nick said, even though he really didn’t want to. But, he was a counselor after all and he had to make up for the lost time.
He didn’t regret this in the slightest, though. He’d much rather lay here with you than go back outside and pretend to be something he was so far from.
“I know,” you mumble, pressing one final and quick kiss to his lips before sitting up.
You finally allowed him to slip out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling, and stood up, redressing your lower half. You fixed your bra while Nick zipped his pants back up and threw his shirt back on.
With a glance at your reflection in the mirror on top of the dresser, your eyes widen at the purple mark on your shoulder. “Nick!”
At your loud call of his name, Nick quickly stood up and looked around for any sign of a possible threat before he realised there was none. “What?”
You turned to face him and pointed at the mark, watching as a smirk forms on his lips.
“Oh,” he says and walks over to you.
“People are going to see that when I put my shirt back on,” you whined, referring to the little coverage your tank top did for your shoulders.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. I need to show you’re taken somehow,”
You rolled your eyes as he gently pushed you to the side, opening the top drawer of the dresser. He grabbed one of his shirts and held it out to you.
You raised your brows, eyes on the piece of fabric. “I can’t wear your shirt,” you say. “People will know it’s not mine, and your brother will know it’s yours if he were to see me in it.”
“If anyone asks,” Nick starts, taking it upon himself to slip the shirt over your head. “Just say yours got ruined during the game and I offered you one of mine.”
With a weary glance at your boyfriend, you adjusted the shirt that fell to your mid thigh. You tucked the front of it into your shorts as Nick’s hands found their home on either side of your face.
“It will be fine,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you when I’m around.”
You nod and step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle while his wrap around your shoulders. You share a final hug, knowing that it’d be a while before you would be able to be back in his arms, something that both of you hated but had to cooperate with nonetheless.
One day you’d be with him everyday, living with him and just being with him in every sense possible. He’d make sure of it.
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Nick/Ted’s “because I’m a counselor” has been permanently burned into my mind. It’s just so effortlessly hot
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I want more Fear street fanfics on Tumblr, especially kate and ziggy.
#I need more fear street fanfics#Fear street 1994#Fear street 1978#Fear street 1666#Deena Johnson#Sam Fraser#Kate schmidt#Josh Johnson#Ziggy berman#Cindy berman#Nick Goode#simon kalivoda#Sarah Fier#Alice hart#Tommy slater#nick goode x reader#deena johnson x reader#sam fraser x reader#kate schmidt x reader#cindy berman x reader#ziggy berman x reader#simon kalivoda x reader#alice hart x reader
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𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿?
🎧 ~ naughty
🦢 ~ fluff
🪦 ~ angst (which I hate so you won’t be seeing much of that LOL.)
��𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝘆 ~ 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗜𝗩
TBC…
𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗲 ~ 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆
(Only Ashley Zuckermans Nick.)
* i get those goosebumps every time
𝗧𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻 (?) ~ 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆
TBC…
𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 ~ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝘀 (𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟱)
TBC…
More to be added!!
Luv you 💗

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perfect strangers iii (n.g.)
warnings, synopsis, etc listened in the series discretion linked here
warnings: gun is prominent in this fic | manipulation | lying | betrayal | shock | catatonic state | dead body | death | being hunted | almost dying | shooting/shots fired | panic | police interactions with reader | reader being arrested | arresting scene not being realistic bc i did not want to write it how American police would handle it
this is a very dark fic, reader’s discretion is advised. please, if you do not think you can handle this level of darkness, stop reading immediately. also, if you feel uncomfortable/triggered/etc. stop reading immediately!! your mental health and safety is more important than reading a fic!
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Once again, Y/N found herself trekking through the thickness of the woods. Her fingers ache to be held tightly between Nick’s but he seemed to be unwilling to display the affection. It was a bit odd in Y/N’s mind. While their relationship was a secret, Nick had never denied her the comfort she needed. Glancing at him, she saw the sliver of moonlight slipping past the trees lighting up a strip of his face. She studied that one strip. The way it made his dark brown eyes appear to be a warm gold. She usually found comfort in those deep vessels of his soul, but something felt off about them tonight - making her stomach twist unpleasantly.
Eyes flicking to his round cheeks, she wanted to feel their softness nuzzled against her as he held her, protecting her from the horrors she so often faced. She had imagined that the comfort he showed her at base camp wouldn’t have stopped when they reached the edge of the woods, but here they were. Walking side-by-side and he was acting like a different person. This wasn’t the boy who would run to Shadyside during another murderer’s rampage just to hold her throughout the night. This wasn’t the boy who would drive them to the bigger city an hour away just so that they could get milkshakes together.
“Hey, Nick,” Her voice cut through the silence, speaking over the twigs snapping under their shoes as they walked. Nick hummed, not looking over at her, just looking straight forward. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you about the incident. I understand why you took Cassandra’s side, I should have walked away instead of feeding into her.” She admitted. Though she was still upset he had automatically sided with Cassandra, she understood why. It was always going to be a Sunnyvaler’s word of a Shadysider’s. It was how the politics of this community worked.
“Thank you.” He simply responded, shocking Y/N slightly. His voice was distant, but that wasn’t what shocked her. Normally, he would have followed that statement up with a conversation, detailing how he should have trusted her and sided with her. Even if that meant appearing to side with Cassandra then finding Y/N seconds later and showing his support. Swallowing thickly, Y/N brushed this out-of-character remark off. The stress and the severity of the situation was like no other. They had experienced the Shadyside murderers before, but they were never unprotected like this. Nor had they ever had to protect kids like this before.
Reaching her hand out again, her fingers brushed ever so lightly against Nick’s knuckles, hoping he would stretch his fingers out, interlacing them, but he jerked his hand away, stuffing it into his pocket instead. Heart fluttering in the worst way, Y/N looked at the hand stuffed into the denim pocket, protected from any form of contact. Swallowing down her fear and sadness, she turned to face the dense woods in front of them. “You might think I am crazy for this, but I think The Curse of Sarah Fier could be behind this. Don’t you?” She asked, her voice rough and vulnerable. At this point, she was grasping at straws, trying to find a way to ease her fear about all of this.
She was wondering around the woods as a murderer stalked through them, trying to find kids before he did and her boyfriend was pulling dangerously away from her. She needed to know that her relationship wasn’t in jeopardy. She could live with the idea of dying tonight, she could live with the idea of surviving tonight, but she couldn’t live with the idea of her relationship dying. She couldn’t mourn the innocent lives taken tonight and the dying of her first love all at once. “I don’t know, it’s the bullets not affecting Tommy and the look in his eyes. Tommy doesn’t seem to be Tommy anymore.” She explained as the woods started to thin around them. They were coming up to capture the flag check-point. A place designated for the game specifically.
Nick once again ignored her, not even grunting to acknowledge her vocalised thoughts. Rolling her lips together, she looked off to her side, seeing the marked trails the kids were told to stick to during the game. “Hey! Kids!” Y/N exclaimed. This was one of the last groups they were looking for. They had already found most of all the campers, but a few stragglers.
“Hey, guys,” Nick finally spoke again, jogging towards the group of campers whispering among themselves. “You guys gotta head back to base camp, there is a bus waiting for you. There is an emergency.” Nick didn’t even speak to the kids that long before he was turning on his heel and walking off.
“Go, get on the bus, hurry,” Y/N managed to get out before running after Nick. The kids, spotting the gun glistening in Y/N’s hands realised the severity of the orders, and soon their running footsteps were heard beating down the path they came. “Nick, we are still missing Cindy, Alice, Arnie, Kurt, and Joan.” She finally caught up to him, counting off the missing people on her hand.
“Maybe we should split up. Alice, Cindy, and Arnie might be together while Kurt and Joan might be at one of the capture the flag buildings.” Nick thought, not even glancing at her.
“I don’t think we should split up, Nick,” She shook her head, a breeze rolling past them. “I mean like, shit, haven’t you ever watched an episode of Scooby-Doo? Splitting up is never a good thing!” She stressed, sliding in front of him to halt his movements, her hands on his chest.
“What are you doing, Y/N? We need to move now.” Nick tried to shove past her, but she pushed back.
“Please, Nick,” She begged, her voice pleading with him as tears filled her eyes. She forced him to look at her, to realise how terrified she was. “Please, just listen to me. Tommy is not himself. He’s possessed, it’s The Curse!”
“Come on, Y/N,” Nick scoffed, pushing past her, his shoulders swinging as he stared straight ahead, almost like he refused to actually look at her. “A curse? Is it so hard to believe that Tommy snapped? I mean, nobody can be that perfect, he had to have something lurking beneath the surface.” He spoke over his shoulder as she stood there for a second, her jaw hanging open slightly.
“I think you’re that perfect, Nick,” She informed him. “You’re telling me something is lurking beneath the surface with you?” She questioned, jogging to catch up with him, the warm metal of the gun making the skin of her palms uncomfortable.
“Depending on what you notice about me,” Nick shrugged. “Take this for example, I never realised you believed in stories like the Sarah Fier curse, but yet, here we are,” Nick gestured between the two, once again never moving his eyes to look at her. Huffing, she rolled her eyes. “Just accept that Tommy isn’t what you thought he was. I know you secretly loved him.” He narrowed his eyes at her, taking her by surprise.
“First of all, I did not love Tommy,” She cut that off at the bud. “I love you,” She pointed to him, not adding that she was questioning if he loved her anymore. “And second, you didn’t look into Tommy's eyes. You also didn’t see how he acted when I shot him multiple times,” She exclaimed before silence fell around them once again. “Come on, Nick, even if you’re somehow jealous of Tommy, you cannot tell me this is out of character for him,” She insisted, breaking the silence yet again. “Just tell me you believe me, Nick, no matter how crazy I sound right now.”
“Fine, Y/N, I believe you. Tommy is cursed. Happy,” He asked her, exasperated with the conversation. Y/N stopped in her tracks, but Nick did not appear to notice or care as he kept walking. “Now you go find Cindy and them and I will look for Ziggy.” Y/N didn’t put up a fight now, there was something not right with Nick and she did not want to provoke him more.
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Moonlight streamed through the dusty window of the cabin as Y/N cowered in the dark corner, hoping she was hidden by the darkness and the old bunk beds enough. She had missed the bus out of camp, she had been separated from her boyfriend, unsure if he was even still alive. To make matters even worse, her boyfriend wasn’t acting normal either, making her fear for her relationship. Silent tears slid down her dirt caked face, the salty water stinging the few cuts littering her soft skin. It was all becoming too much. Facing death with no way to protect herself as the gun she clutched was useless against the person she used to consider a friend.
The sound of a faint, slow thumping from beyond the door made her blood freeze within her veins - she could feel any evidence of circulation in her body seeping from her skin. The old floor beneath her shook and rumbled with the vibrations from the footsteps on the old, falling apart porch of the cabin. She hoped that tonight would be the night that old porch finally gave out, sending whoever was stalking along it into the dirt with a broken leg - especially if it was who she thought it was. Her wishes, however, were unanswered by the universe as the figure of someone stalked past the dust caked window.
Shaking as if she were left out in the bitterness of winter, Y/N scrambled as quietly as she could to lay down, wedging herself as close as she could to the splintering wood of the bunk bed, knowing the beds were too low for anyone to see or fit under them. She could feel the rough wood scraping her bare arms and legs, and she could hear the shaking of her breath as she listened to the footsteps closing in on the door. Clamping her dirty hand over her mouth, she could taste and feel the saltiness from her sweat, but she could also taste the bitterness of dirt from her palms. Even with her heart beating so fast that she honestly thought it was visible through her skin, she felt as though her blood wasn’t flowing at all. Settling stagnant in her veins.
“This was never supposed to happen, how did things get out of hand,” She heard the frantic mutterings of the person walking along the porch. She knew that voice, that was the same voice that normally calmed her down when she was feeling this panic, but right now, there was something not right about it. “They’re going to figure out the secret to The Curse. They already have the hand-”
Y/N tried her best to hold back the gasp she so desperately wanted to let out. Nick knew about The Curse of Sarah Fier. He believed The Curse of Sarah Fier. And he knew something nobody else knew. Nick’s mutterings drifted out of ear shot as Nick continued his path. He had been so adamant on Y/N being nowhere near him during this whole thing. Before, Y/N had chalked it up to him being scared and not wanting her to be hurt, but now that she heard that, she wasn‘t so sure now. He was not so worried about Tommy’s murderous rampage, but instead worried about a secret.
She had assumed Nick was talking about the other people stranded here by the bus - the Burman sisters, Alice, and Arnie - if they were still alive. “Why would they have a hand though-” She questioned, stuck in her hiding spot as she thought over what had just happened. “Wait,” She paused, her eyebrows furrowing as she remembered the legend of The Curse. “They have the hand, Sarah’s hand!” She connected to the dots. The root of The Curse was in the hands of a group of Shadysiders.
Pushing herself up from where she had wedged herself, she realised that there was more to this than a curse a witch bestowed onto a town. There was something more to it and Nick knew. Crawling over the musty bed, the springs groaned under her weight, her mind raced. It felt like the world was spinning fast forward all around her, but her stomach also felt as if she herself was spinning so fast she was on the verge of puking.
The wooden floor of the cabin creaked under the pressure of her weight moving across the floor as quickly as she could. She ran through everytime she brought up the topic of The Curse when talking to Nick in her mind. Everytime Nick would dismiss it, say it was just a story circulating to make excuses for the truly evil. Something someone made up to ease the mind of the children watching murder spree after murder spree occur in Shadyside. Even tonight, dismissing her and then claiming she was in love with Tommy and ignoring the darkness swirling within the seemingly perfect boy. He made her think she was immature or wrong to believe in The Curse.
He lied to her, made her feel ridiculous, but here he is. Tommy was never the seemingly perfect one that had something dark lurking around beneath his surface. As she slipped into the night air, she could hear twigs snapping as someone hurriedly made their way away from camp - making haste towards a certain place, a mission set in their mind. There was only one person who that could be and that was Nick.
Even just picturing him, Y/N found her mental image changing. He wasn’t the Nick she knew or the Nick he showed anyone. She didn’t know what he was hiding, but based on what she discovered from his overheard mutterings, she knew Nick is not as sweet as everyone had thought - he was dark, he was evil. Part of her, in the height of her hurt, questioned why he chose her? Why did he date her? Was she a pawn in his game of innocence even though nobody knew about their relationship? She felt betrayed, hurt, and confused as she followed the sound of Nick’s hasty walk deeper into the woods.
Slipping into the night air, Y/N could hear the snapping of twigs moving away from the base camp. The only person that could be is Nick, heading off to take care of whatever was threatening his secret. She didn’t want to think Nick was sketchy or hiding something, but his behaviour was certainly raising some red flags. She wasn’t too sure what Nick could be doing right now, it wasn’t like he could be involved in Tommy’s sudden urge to kill. He was Nick Goode. The son of the former Sheriff. Not to mention completely unable to do anything sinister or dangerous. As much as she loved him, she had to admit, Nick was fairly scrawny and unthreatening.
Hopping off the porch and onto the soft patch of grass, she started off in the direction she saw the rustling of trees and heard the snaps of twigs. She simply had no idea how to feel right now. Her heart had shoved itself up into her throat and it felt like it was wrapped in sharp barbed wire, digging into the soft muscles of her most vital organ and her throat. Her mind was blank which surprised her, she would assume her mind would be reeling with possibilities or excuses for Nick, but no. Her mind was completely empty as she trailed her boyfriend through the woods she knew so well.
Despite knowing these woods so well, it seemed like with every step, unfamiliarity creeped up on her - making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. It almost felt like everything she once knew was crumbling under her, slipping away as she stumbled over another upturned tree root. Suddenly, her blank mind was alive as a buzzing of millions of sentences twirled around like a tornado in her head. All her voice, all telling her everything she once knew was a lie. That her life was nothing but something she perceived falsely.
It was like a knife to her heart and head as she started to lose everything that brought her comfort, everything that she knew. It was like the world was an old friend who once saw everything about you but now when you look at them, they are just another stranger on the street. It was completely gut wrenching.
Pushing through the last bit of trees to a destination she never knew she was headed to, the last bit of her world slipped out from under her. There, splattered with their own blood, lay the Berman sisters. Cindy’s pale skin glowed in the moonlight, lifeless, her chest open with a wound. Beside her, her sister and Y/N’s best friend, Ziggy, laid there. Her body, blood seeping and oozing from multiple stab wounds, convulsed with each push of Nick’s hands as he gave her CPR.
Her body moved faster than her mind, and by the time she stood a few feet from her boyfriend and her best friend, she finally came back to her body. Gripping the gun with both her shaking hands, she raised it to Nick, tears pooling her eyes. Still, when she looked at him, he was comfort. He was the one she loved. He was her boyfriend. But she knew he wasn’t - he was another stranger. “Get away from her.” She spoke, her voice trying to be cold and distant, but she couldn’t. How could she be so cold when her best friend was laying there, blood running from her mouth and stab wounds? How could she be cold when the older girl she looked up to her whole life was laying there long dead? How could she be cold when she was pointing a gun at someone she once thought was her whole world only to find out he was lying to her this whole time? Tears rolled down her face, mixing with the dirt and sweat.
“Y/N, put the gun down. It’s me, Nick,” Nick told her, attempting to sooth her - obviously not knowing that she knows all about him now. He continued chest compressions, eyes locked on hers - deceptive as he masked his intentions. She shook her head, sniffling as she shifted the gun, finger pressing down ever so slightly on the trigger, but not enough to trigger it. “If I stop now, she’ll die. You don’t want Ziggy to die, do you?”
“No, but I think you do. I know everything, Nick,” She told him. His mask dropped, turning cold as he looked at her. “I know you know about the curse. I just don’t know what you know, but it’s more than the rest of us, right?”
“Y/N, you don’t want to play this game-”
“What do you know, Nick? What do the rest of us not know about this damn curse?” She yelled, the gun moving as she shook her arms in frustration.
“I don’t-”
“Bullshit,” She screeched, the distant sound of sirens wailing in the distance. A look of relief flash across his face at the sound. “Wait, Goode,” She paused, suddenly everything cleared up. “Tommy, not trying to kill you,” She muttered. Eyes widening in betrayal, she looked at him. “It’s your family. Your family killed Sarah, she’s a victim, she never-” She gasped, hands tightening around the gun again. “You’re the one behind the curse.”
The sirens became louder, flashlights cutting through the trees as people yelled in the distance. “You finally found out. I always thought you would, that’s why I needed you close, you’re dangerous.” He smirked, his compressions stopped. Stepping back, Y/N’s eyes looked down at Ziggy, her eyes fluttering, before she looked up at Nick. He didn’t notice the little flutter of Ziggy’s eyes, too focused on her with an evil smirk and glare.
Slowly, his hands raised as his face dropped into a look of horror that could win him an award. Confusion filled her. The yells of the officers broke through into the clearing, yelling at her to put the gun down as it stayed pointed at Nick. It all happened so fast, yet it felt like it was all in slow motion. Feeling the officer shoving her to the side, her finger slipping and the bullet shooting out into the tree as she fell to the ground.
“Please, get me away from her,” Nick’s voice cried as he scrambled off the ground. Officers and paramedics stormed the clearing, branching out as gurney’s were wheeled by people slowly following. The weight of an officer settled on her back as he pressed her into the ground, hand reaching out to grab the gun that had fallen from her grip - passing it to another. She watched, face squished against the cold and blood stained grass, as a white blanket flowed in the night, summer air while they covered Cindy’s body. “She just went crazy suddenly. Talking about how I did this all. About the damn curse they made up. She said I was the one who made the curse. She needs to be committed.” Nick’s voice echoed in her head, sounding so unfamiliar and strange.
She stayed silently, eyes unblinking as the officer yanked her around, but she was unresponsive - just staring. She was numb as she walked through the woods. The same woods that she once knew like the back of her hand, but now she didn’t recognize them. Perfect strangers. Her and everything she once knew.
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It Had to be Done
Nick Goode x reader
Requested by: anon. Can I request a Nick Goode with a love quinn type of wife who is extremely giving and liked by people and an ideal partner, but she has not hesitation killing to protect her family including keeping her husband's secret safe?
Warnings: mentions of killing, blood, death
A/n: okay, this is my first fic I'm SO proud of, I like it so much, besties.
He was laying in your bed with you sound asleep in his arms; your delicate hand laying there on his chest just above his heart. The night was in its full glory; moon shining through the curtains, light illuminating your beautiful face. Nick looked at you and kissed your forehead, trying not to wake you up. Moments like this were very rare nowadays, with his job and your want to make Sunnyvale even better for your future kids.
Kids. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about it; not just dreaming but really considering it. Before he married you, Nick promised himself to never get married and never have kids; he didn’t want them to become just like him. But meeting you was what changed his life forever. His emotions, his motivation, his plans. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before you, he thought Ziggy was the person he couldn’t fall out of love with. She was always there, in the back of his mind, constantly reminding him of his failure as a son, as a boy and as a man.
From the very beginning, you never treated him the way he was treating himself; you never spoke or even thought lowly of him, telling him every day that he’s the person who’s making their city better and better every day. Nick couldn’t remember a day without you telling him that he’s the smartest and the most handsome man you’ve ever met. With you by his side he was happy to the point of being afraid to wake and realize that his sick mind just created you out of nowhere, mixing all the traits that could compose a perfect woman, and that all that was just a dream.
The opportunity of seeing you every day, waking up by your side, talking to you was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. The moment he told you about his not so little secret, he was scared to death of you turning your back to him and never going back. But you surprised him yet again. He’ll never forget your soft hands on his cheeks, your soft quiet voice saying that you’ll never leave him, no matter what. Nick still remembers your tentative steps and careful touches when you explored the place you thought was just a basement. You never brought it up again.
You only asked Nick about it when the Shadyside mall incident happened; his answer was simple, “It had to be done”.
You wouldn’t have any more questions, but you started to see a particular teenage girl pretty often. After the very touching ceremony in memory of those who died tragically in the mall, you joined Nick, having a little hope to spend some time with your husband alone, but something happened in the woods. Stupid teenagers couldn’t keep it easy, you thought. You sat there in sheriff’s car, just watching. Then, one night you couldn’t sleep and decided to drop something to eat for Nick and Kapinski. The whole gang was there, trying to say something about the skull mask killer trying to get them. You left the department and went straight home, hoping to see Nick there.
‘Did he choose the wrong one?’, was all you could think about, pacing the room again and again. When you confronted Nick about it, he told you that he has everything under control and that you don’t have to worry about it. Control, my ass.
That faithful night, you were down there, sitting beside the stones, hoping to never use the knife you were holding. Nick told you about the secret tunnels that connected some spots in both cities to his house, so you knew, if something happens, he will go here.
The moment you heard his voice, you started to follow it, then Deena’s scream followed. The moment you saw Nick, you knew something was wrong. He looked puzzled, scared, confused. He looked like he saw everything what has to do with the place you were currently in. Deena was clutching a knife in her hand, raising it higher and higher. It probably lasted seconds, but you were feeling like everything was too slow in that moment. Crying out, you were stabbing her in the back. It didn’t kill Deena, the adrenalin was still keeping her alive and fighting. The knife she wanted to pierce through Nick’s head, ended up injuring his neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him sitting down helplessly, trying to stop the blood that was oozing out of the wound. Deena turned to you and tried to stab you, with a weak scream leaving her mouth.
You pushed her, making the knife fall out of her hand, “You act all pure and noble, like you have reasons to just stab people! But when I do it, I'm some manic nut job!”. Deena was trying to grab her knife, “He’s a killer! Don’t protect him, just run away!” You took a moment to look at Nick, panic overflowing you for a second, as you saw him laying on the floor, eyed closed. You didn’t have more time to think about it, as you felt sharp pain in your shoulder. You cried out, holding your knife tighter and trying to hit the girl again. “He’s my husband! And I’ll kill anyone to protect him!” With the final blow to her chest, she dropped to the floor unconscious. You took a few deep breaths and ran to Nick.
He died that night. With horrible images running through his head, with the knowledge that he doesn’t have enough strength to protect you, the love of his life. Seeing you fight for him, for the life you two had. He didn’t see the final act, your eyes burning with rage as you finished off the teenager.
He only saw your bandaged shoulder, fabric red with blood in a few places. Saw your eyes glowing with unshed tears and feeling of relief. Saw white walls and ceiling in his hospital room. Something tight blocking his neck, nor allowing to turn it.
Horrible pictures he saw the night before seemed like a bad dream; only the pain in the neck reminding him that he should’ve been dead.
He felt your soft lips on the scar he hated so much. Nick blinked a few times, chasing away the horrible memories that took place two years ago. You kissed his jaw and stroked his chest, lowering your head above his heart. “Honey, you need to sleep, our kids will wake you up too early again”, your gentle voice was still laced with sleep. “Yeah, I was just thinking…how grateful I am to have you”, you felt his arm holding you a little bit tighter. You smiled and felt yourself slowly drifting back to sleep.
#fear street trilogy#fear street 1994#fear street 1978#fear street 1666#nick goode#nick goode imagine#nick goode x reader#ashley zukerman x reader#ashley zukerman
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Hiii 👋,Can I req a younger!Nick Goode X Male reader who is bestfriends with Ziggy and is also a camper at camp nightwing,where nick and the reader are yk making out in one of the cabins and Ziggys finds out because the reader has a hickey on his neck and sorry is it’s too specific
A/N omg I'm in love with this man
Pronouns: he/him
Type: fluff
Trigger warnings: making out
Camp Nightwing has been…. eventful to say the least. You and Ziggy got chased because the little bitch sheila thought Ziggy stole her money you both got burned because the little sociopath wanted to burn the both of you alive. Buttt your amazing boyfriend that Ziggy had no idea about came running over to save the both of you so that was fun. Then the color war but anyways you and Nick we're making out and and it got heated and he started kissing the outline of you jaw an down you neck he left a hickey on your collar bone until you guys heard Ziggy arguing with her sister and you guys scrambled and you pushed him out the window. So you took a book and you started reading. "Heyy (M/N) what are you doing my good sir?" "just a little bit of light reading" you said nervously she chuckled "it's upside down you know?" you looked at the cover "I- uh knew that" you put the book down and looked at her "what's up?" "what's up with me what's up with?!" she yelled and pointed at your neck you looked down and hurriedly had your shirt cover it. "No no no no you can just do that who did the great (M/N) have a steamy make out session with?!" you looked down cheeks red and mumbled "Nick Goode" she looked bewildered "Nick Goode?! The Nick Goode?!" "yep" she flopped down on her bed and looked at you then back at the ceiling omg"
#fear street x reader#nick goode x reader#Nick Goode x male reader#Ziggy x male reader#Ziggy x reader
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Older! Nick Goode making you sit on his cock when one of his officers is in his office <3 his cock filling you up so much that you can feel him in your stomach, while he sits and discusses a meeting. The man doesn’t ask any questions about why you’re there. Nick is his boss, after all. But every so often, he’ll notice a look on your face as if you’re uncomfortable. But you cover it up with a smile, and when he finally leaves Nick pick you by the front of your thighs and sets you down on the ground so he can bend you over his desk <<3
“See? I told you it’d be easy. You’re such a good little girl, doing exactly as you’re told. My precious baby.” He coos, as he shoves his tie into your mouth. He brings his cock back inside your tight cunt. He begins to fuck you mercilessly, moving his hand to hold your head down onto the desk. You drool around the piece of fabric in your mouth, and he groans at the feeling of your warmth around him.
You can barely speak, can only make little ‘uh, uh, uh” sounds, as he pounds you into the wooden desk.
“Daddy loves his little girls tight little pussy. She’s so good for him, isn’t she?” He praises, as he reaches down to slap your clit harshly. You cry out, hands struggling to stay anywhere. As an alternative Nick brings both of his hands off your head and down to hold your wrists and pull them back. You’re lifted off the desk, your nipples barely grazing the table as his hips smack into yours at a rapid pace. You know he’s getting close, can tell by the way his sounds increase and his thrusts begin to become sloppy. And then he’s filling you up with his warm cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure at feeling of his orgasm. He pulls out, teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his girthy length. You whine, having yet to reach your high the entire day. But all Nick does is sit there, holding his cock against your swollen button.
“Work for it, honey.” His voice is shaky, and you know that the overstimulation from his first orgasm is still making him incredibly sensitive.
But that’s how he likes it; he loves the burn, the desperate mess and friction.
So when you bring his aching prick to rest in between your outer lips and begin humping him with desperation, it’s all it takes for the man to squirt even more thick ropes of cum onto your body with a growl of your name.
#Nick Goode#Nick goode x reader#Nick Goode x fem! reader#Nick goode smut#fear street#fear street trilogy#fear street 1994#fear street 1978#fear street 1666#older! Nick Goode#dom! Nick Goode#sub! reader
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Could you do FEAR STREET characters reacting to male! Reader being a badass in front of others but soft and shy with them?
Love Your contento btw <3
Hey, sorry it took so long, I'm very busy but I try to dedicate as much time as I can to writing, hope you like it
FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - BEING BADASS WITH OTHERS BUT SOFT WITH THEM
MALE READER
Characters: Kate, Simon, Ziggy, Cindy, Nick
Sorry I ran out of inspiration for tommy and alice
CW: maybe some curse words here and there
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Kate
-what made her interested in you in the first place was your strong personality
-she loves how you always stand up for yourself and others and never let anyone walk over you
-you became friends with simon, and sometimes hang out with the rest of the group
-you became close with Deena, which was hard to do
-kate decided to find out why does her friends like you so much
-she invited you to babysit with her, which was odd, but you didn't complain
-she saw how sweet you were with the kids
-it surprised her, given how you act in public
-she decided she likes that part if you too
-when you started dating everyone saw you as a power couple
-never daring to mess with you
-when the two of you hang out alone you were always gentle with her
-wraping your hand around her when cuddling
-playing with her hand
-always complimenting her
-she liked that she was the only one who gets to see this part of you
Simon
-you were the new worker at the pharmacy
-at first he thought you were scary, having resting bitch face
-never tolerating any bullshit from costumers
-of someone made a scene you stayed unphased, answering passive aggressively so said costumers would know how you feel but won't get you fired
-her was attracted to this, to you
-one of the many shifts you worked together were obnoxiously slow
-so he decided to chat you up
-finally
-two his surprise you had a great humor, and laughed at all of his jokes
-you were soft spoken with him
-next shift you even complimented him
-you started hanging out outside of work, and one day you just kissed
-you were high, but after you sobered up you told him you still wanted to explore things with him
-you stroked his hair, or gave him a gentle kiss, and he was surprised every single time
-he felt proud, that you felt comfortable enough with him to be yourself
Ziggy
-you became best friends the second you both stepped in the camp
-she Sunnyvales were mocking you
-you opened you mouth and so many insults flew out of it
-even Ziggy was flabbergasted
-she instantly took liking to you
-the same day she approached you and asked you if you want to help her with a prank
-of course you said yes
-you were inseparable
-doing everything together
-even sheila was scared to touch you when you were together
-you were both comfortable with each other, but it took you both a little time to complete open up
-ziggy thought that if she'll show her softness you would laugh at her
-but what she didn't expect was you making soft gestures at her first
-you sat in her cabin on the floor, backs leaning on the bed
-she was still eating the pastry you stall from the kitchen, and her hair stuck to her mouth
-so you gently wiped it away and tucked it behind her ear
-she looked at you shocked, but than smiled and continued eating
-later that night you somehow ended up laying on the floor, opposite to each other
-there was a comfortable silence
-ziggy sat up, scooching closer to you
-you made eye contact for a minute
-and than she kissed you
-its was quick, and Ziggy had a questioning waiting look on her face, waiting to see how you react
-you also sat up, touching your palm to her cheek and kissing her
-you decided to keep it casual on the outside
-no body had to know what you do behind closed doors
-of course Cindy picked up the moment you stepped out of the cabin
-oh how much more trouble will be coming to the camp
Cindy
-the first time she noticed you was at breakfast
-the Sunnyvale leaders were announcing something and you boo'd them
-they insulted you, but you didn't stay silent
-you made a snarky comment
-making shadyside laugh
-not just then, but every time you had a comeback
-you didn't let yourself get bullied
-you were strong and witty
-so Cindy had a hate love opinion on you
-she admired how you were never scared
-but also thought you were reckless
-you didn't talk much, but one night you had to do chores together
-she barley spoke to you
-when a younger shadysider came in to ask something
-you were so gentle with them
-you asked them what's wrong and reassured them that's ok
-after helping them you went back to work
-after that Cindy decided she misjudged you
-when made effort to talk to you more, and even defended you sometimes
-one night someone insulted her, and you defended her, making the person look stupid and just plain mean
-she later came to your cabin, thanking you
-you offered her to come in and hang out for a bit
-despite what she thought she actually really enjoyed your time together
-you started hanging out a lot, and after two weeks you decided you were tired of waiting and just confessed to her
-she was silent, and you were afraid you overstepped
-before you had the chance to apologize she leaned forward and kissed you
-a sweet and soft kiss
-she encouraged you to be more "soft" on the outside
-but she secretly enjoys every comeback of yours
-she's proud of you for standing up for yourself and your people
-she would never admit it but it turned her on
Nick
-you were in trouble again
-arguing with his younger brother
-so he tried handling it
-"I don't need your help thank you very much"
-after he came to tell you to behave, or you'll be thrown out
-you just blankly stared at him and walked away, leaving him confused
-he thought you were emotionless
-but than he saw you playing water war with the younger kids, laughing about "losing"
-after a particularly messy dinner, caused by Sunnyvales they forced you to clean it all up by yourself
-so he came to help you
-he were an asshole sure, but he was fair
-you silently cleaned the floor
-"thanks" you said
-not ashamed to accept help this time
-"why do you always get in trouble with my brother, you know if something happens they'll believe him"
-"I can't let you win, you already think we're weak losers, I gotta stand up for myself"
-the next few days you had brief interactions
- acknowledging each other and saying hi
-while you were playing a game, Sunnyvales vs shadysiders, you caught him hiding
-"c'mon sunny boy let's get you to jail"
-he stood up from his hiding place
-you stared at each other, not moving
-you though he's going to attempt to escape but instead he just kissed you hard
-you leaned into the kiss, who slowly turned slow and soft
-he pulled away "you know, I don't think they'll notice us missing for a bit" he smiled at you
-you ended up spending the whole night together
-trying to explain in the morning that you're both just that good at hiding
-you both knew that wasn't true
-you spend almost all the time together
-hiding from others
-snicking glances and touches
-at day you pretended to hate each other, lightly insulting each other
-but at night, when you were all alone, you say together quietly talking
-you were the first person nick could open up to, and he was yours
-you became each other's comfort
-he decided he can never lose you, and he'll do anything to keep you with him
#male reader#male reader insert#x male reader#headcanons#fear street#kate Schmidt x reader#simon kalivoda x reader#ziggy berman x reader#cindy burman x reader#nick goode x reader#fear street x reader
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Hurt ( Angst ⚠️ TW ⚠️ Death ) Nick Goode X Reader
You we're on your way to Science & Nature where he said he would be when you saw him talking with Ziggy. You walked closer to the window and bent down a bit so they couldn't see you. Seeing as Ziggy was the one facing your direction.
And you noticed how they we're getting closer to each other, your heart doing spins.
Of course he can have girl friends and you shouldn't be upset with him talking to her, it's not like your together. But you couldn't help it.
Then you watched as he leaned in and kissed her. You couldn't believe it. He had been giving you mixed signals for so long and made you think that he likes you, only for you to find this.
You stepped back from the window when you tripped onto smth and fell on your butt that made a loud noise. You quickly scrambled to your feet without hesitation and ran before they or anyone else could see you to save yourself from the embarrassment. Thankfully you succeeded.
And finally when you arrived to your cabin you finally let the tears fall. As you slid down the door, burying your face in your hands. You we're never the one to cry about situations like these but this is the first time your heart has ever been broken, and that just hurt too much.
Of course, I'm just an ordinary girl. Nothing special, while Ziggy, she's beautiful ( She Really Is ), kind, and of course that's why he fell for her. If I was him i would like - or in this case love her too.
You flinched when you heard banging on your door, looking up through the mini window to see Nick staring back at you. His gaze softened when he saw your smudged mascara and red, teary eyes. Your face flushed of embarrassment.
You quickly stood up, unlocked the door and walked away. Hearing him walk in and close the door behind him.
There was silence for a few minutes until he broke it.
" A-are you okay? ", he asked as he slowly walked closer to you, your back turned to him. You didn't want him to see you like this, how did he even?
" I'm fine ", " No you're not, I've heard that sentence way too many times ".
...
" Come on, talk to me ", you felt him put his hands around your waist to prevent you from moving away from him, he knew you, better than anyone else.
" I-I saw you with her... ", you felt your face getting hot, the embarrassment getting to you, you wanted to disappear now more than anything.
When he didn't say anything you started panicking, removing his hands and running out the door to the woods. Your tear stained face shining in the moonlight.
Until you saw someone walking in your direction, close to you. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but when you wiped your teary eyes you froze.
" Tommy..? ", you whispered, he was all bloody, and holding an axe. You screamed when he swung his axe in your shoulder, the impact made you fall on your back. Hissing in pain as snatched the axe from your shoulder, getting ready to swing at your face.
Three gunshots rang in the air and his body dropped down on the floor. You used all your strength and crawled over to him. Looking for a pulse. You started crying again when you couldn't find it.
" Brother... Please... ", you whispered out to him, hoping he could hear you. When you didn't get anything in return you clutched his body close to yours, hiding your face in his neck.
Police sirens rang in your ears, and the next thing you remember is being pulled away by someone and then you lost consciousness...
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Would you ever write for teenage Nick Goode (Fear Street 1978)?
Hello, love!
(I may have story with another character from ‘78 but will swap them out with Nick)
Yes, I want to write for teenager!Nick Goode. But I can never come up with an idea— I feel like everyone else has my idea.
You can request something for nick and I’ll try my best to figure something out.
I’m willing to write for nick Goode as a teenager. :)
#fear street trilogy#fear street#fear street x reader#fearstreet1978#fear street part 2: 1978#lesbian#cindy berman x reader#horror x reader#wlw#fear street part one: 1994#nick goode#nick goode x reader
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dude anything with older Nick Goode idc
A/N:ok so from your other req i kinda combined these and put them in hcs- also i’m sorry it’s short i’ve had like no motovation
•Older! Nick Goode definantly has a choking link like bite me if i’m wrong
•It doesn’t matter if you’re fucking or doing nothing at all he will literally have his hand around your neck
•Defo whispers the dirtiest shit in your ear, his hand in your throat:
“I’m going to make you cum on my cock, baby. And then you’re going to clean up your mess.”
“Maybe next time I should fuck you at the station”
“Look at you.. can’t even handle this hm?”
•He doesn’t care if he’s shaking, crying, he’ll keep going until you’re finished🙏 (idk he just srsly gives that energy
•Older!Nick Goode who all but pulls out and swears up and down that it’s cause he wants a kid, not cause of how cute you looked in that outfit, or how cute it would look on you if you were pregnant not at all.
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