Fr Tho, The Movie Is Named After The Boys But It Seems Like They Had Barely Any Screen Time

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Playing Dangerous - Ethan Landry x reader x Chad Meeks Martin (18+)

a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭

Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader

“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”

Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.

He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.

And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.

Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.

When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.

“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.

“Are you both okay? You look-”

“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”

Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.

“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”

“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.

Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.

But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.

He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.

“I was having fun.”

Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”

You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.

Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”

You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.

“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”

You frown.

“He was just being nice…”

“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.

But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.

“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”

Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.

“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”

“Or what?”

And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.

And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.

“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”

You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.

Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.

You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.

Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.

Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.

“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”

And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.

“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”

You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.

But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”

You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.

You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”

“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.

“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.

“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”

You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”

You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.

“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”

You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.

And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.

Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.

You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.

Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.

“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”

Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.

“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”

“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”

And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.

You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.

Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.

“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”

You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.

Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”

“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”

Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.

“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.

“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”

“Yes, sir.”

And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.

“Fine, but just this once.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.

I get to go to Rockzilla and I’m freaking out!! I’m gonna cream if I make eye contact with Ronnie Radke

For the ghostface one it’s legit just be me simping over everybody in my favorite scary movie(the lost boys 1987) till they come kill me

POV: Slashers with a Gen-Z Victim + their reactions

Slashers x Reader

Horror/Thriller Movies

-Ghostface-

Yn: My favorite scary movie? Oh god bro, I'm super indecisive.

Ghostface: *Wondering how long this will take*

-Hannibal-

Yn: So, like... are you... (does gay hand sign) No? Really?

Hannibal: *Questioning his life*

-The Grabber-

Yn: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.

Grabber: *Actually speechless*

-Art The Clown-

Yn: Wow, queen. Slay!

Art: *Shy but strutting his stuff*

-Chucky-

Yn: Oh my, how kinky

Chucky: *Confused but likes it*

-Pinhead-

Yn: Oof...

Pinhead: *Confused*

-Jason Vorhees-

Yn: Aw, you look like a surgery lil muffin top

Jason: *Shy boi*

-Michael Myers-

Yn: It's giving... drama kid vibes.

Michael: *Confused and offended*

-Thomas Hewitt-

Yn: Oh no, I hope I don't fall... into this dick-

Thomas: *Blushing*

-

I just did this for a crappy Halloween post!

But anyways thank you for the support and Happy Halloween folks!!! <3

obsessed … part three

part two

ethan landry x fmreader

page: maybe you shouldn’t have picked up that call, or chose to play that game. but there’s no backing out now, even if ethan’s requests…escalate

content warning: knife play; SMUT; making out (ofc); dub con; sexual ‘simon says’ game; possessive ethan

“Simon says…touch your knees.” Ghostface—Ethan—says through the phone.

You scoff, bending slightly down to touch your knee. “Both of them. Put me on speaker.”

You do as he says, resting your phone on the kitchen bench. To a neighbour you probably looked stupid, touching your knees in your kitchen.

“How many rounds?” You ask, awaiting his next request.

“Until I get bored.” Ghostface answers, as you clench your teeth. “Simon says, take off your jacket.”

You remove your jacket, resting it beside your phone, as you lean against the counter. “I’m going to easily win this, Ethan.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He chuckles. “Simon says, tie your hair up—in a ponytail.”

You shake your head in confusion, but do so, wrapping your hair tie around your hair. “You're gonna get bored easily.”

“Will I?” He probes. “Simon says, turn off the lights.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Chickening out?”

You scoff, turning to the large light-switch, flicking down. You get enveloped in darkness, with the exception of the moon shining outside. “Good.” Ghostface speaks as you walk back to your phone.

“Simon says, grab a knife.”

You halt. “What?”

“Simon says. Grab. A. Knife” Ghostface repeats. You gulp. Ethan said he didn’t want to kill you. God, he wasn’t gonna make you kill yourself…was he? You wouldn’t do it, obviously. But still, it’s hard to think of Ethan as someone so sadistic.

You walk to your knife block, picking out a reasonably large one. You spare a chuckle. “Are we going to spar?”

“I’m not in your apartment.” He responds. “Yet.”

You suck in a breath. “Alright, next request.” You're feeling stupidly assured. And you’ll soon realise how stupid your assurance is.

“Simon says, go to your room.”

You grab your phone as you make your way through your dark house. “You’re not in there…are you?”

“Wow, you really don’t listen to a word I say.” Ghostface says, as you reach your doorway, you reach to flick the lightswitch when he stops you. “Keep it off.”

It's probably better this way. Easier to imagine that this isn’t happening at all. You walk further in. “Shut the door.”

You continue, ignoring his request. “Simon says, shut the door.” Ghostface reiterates impatiently. You hold back a smirk as you rere back to shut your bedroom door.

“This is a game, Ethan. Not just you ordering me around.”

“Mm,” Ghostface hums slowly. “Simon says,” He bites out. “Sit on your bed, facing the door.”

You hold down your questions of confusion, as you slowly take a seat, rubbing your hands down your jeans, as you keep the knife placed beside you. “Ethan, what's the point of this—”

“Feel free to back out. But that means you don’t win.” You knew he was baiting you, manipulating you, but you needed to win. You sit straighter, trying to appear more confident. You had to have the group's own knowledge of Ethan, before he hurt any of them.

“Next request.”

Ethan is smirking on the other line, excited for what was to come next. You were just so committed to helping your friends, such an admirable quality. But how far would you go for them?

“Simon says…take off your shirt.”

There's a moment of silence as a thought you stupidly hadn’t thought of hits you. It was idiotic to think Ethan wouldn’t use this game to his advantage. He had kissed you—three times now. You take a breath, before lifting the hem of your loose top. You hear a small, almost inaudible intake of breath on the other line. You're still in your bra, of course. It’s like you're wearing a bikini top…just more lacy, you think to yourself.

“Alright—”

“Take off your bra.” Ghostface—Ethan—cuts in.

You tilt your head. “What was that?”

You can hear him growl in irritation. “Simon says; take off your bra.”

“I feel like there should be a request limit. You could carry this on forever. It's a little unfair.” You tease the clip of your bra, popping it, but keeping the cups to your chest.

You hear Ethan scoff on the other line. “Fine. I get 20.”

“20?” You raise a brow. “I’d say more like 7. You’ve already used a few.”

“Jeezus Christ.” Ghostface groans. Then it hits you. Why was Ethan so eager for you to remove your bra? He can’t…see you. You gaze around your room, looking for security cameras. You stop on one directly above your bedroom door. You narrow your eyes at it, and you catch Ethan chuckling.

“Yes, I can see you, y/n.”

You straighten, cursing yourself for not seeing the obvious. Of course he was watching you.

“I’ll settle for 15.” Ghostface says. You look away from the camera, mulling it over. “Fine, 15 requests, but you’ve already used some.” You hum, counting in your head. “About 9. You have 6 left.”

Ethan clenches his jaw in slight annoyance but answers anyway. “Fine, 6.”

You feel satisfied, confidence filling you again. You can get through 6. “You haven’t completed my 9th request.” Ghostface says, making you glance down at your still covered chest. You harshly breath, cursing under your breath, and ignoring the way your lower stomach heats up.

You slowly drop your bra, trying not to curl into yourself. “Your 10th?” You quickly ask.

There's a moment of silence on Ethan’s end, as you assume he’s just watching you. “Ethan?”

“So impatient.” Ghostface breathes. “Simon says…touch you breasts—play with your nipples.”

“I feel like that could be two requests.”

“No it fucking isn’t— touch yourself.” The impatience in his dark voice has you reaching for your breasts. You ignored the pull of your morals, telling you how wrong this was. This was to help your friends.

You squeeze your breasts, the cold air having made your nipples turn hard. You brush your thumbs over your peaks, trying to swallow the shudder. You can hear heavy breathing on the other line, as you pinched your nipples, rolling them between your fingers. Pleasure shocks shoot through you, but you do your best to ignore the want to relax onto your bed. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, or that view. Though you're sure the view is nice enough as is.

You then lower your hands, away from your tits, and hear him groan. “11th?” You breathe, trying to hide your growing breathy tone. Christ. The heat had spread through you, pooling down into your panties. You gulp.

Ethan’s breath’s are heavy on the other line as excitement courses through him. “Widen your legs, touch yourself inside your jeans.” Then he quickly corrects himself, gulping. “Simon says…do that.”

You hold back a scoff, as you drag your hand down to the zipper of your jeans. “Slowly.” Ghostface warns.

You slow your movements, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down. You widen your legs, as you support yourself back with one of your hands, the other sinking into your panties. “Simon says—tell me how wet you are…and why.”

You suck in a breath. This was the last thing you wanted to reveal to him. “Be honest.” You can hear Ghostface—Ethan—shift over the phone. His tone is still modulated but way more breathy. You gulp down your pride and speak.

“I’m s-soaking.” Your finger grazes across your clit.

“Through your panties?”

You nod in response and Ethan growls. “Why?”

You had to say it. “Because of…” you gulp. “Because of you.” You're rubbing your clit now, as your pleasure begins to override your pride and morals.

You hear a breathy choke followed by a gulp. “What about me?”

“That's— more than your request.”

Ethan has to hold back from marching into your apartment, grabbing your throat, and finishing you off himself. Orgasm wise, not death. Soon; he thinks to himself as he palms his dick through his jeans.

“Simon says, finger yourself. Insert two pretty fingers.”

Your pussy is weeping and you're scolding yourself for it. You shouldn’t be turned on by a fucked up version of a children’s game, especially when its controlled by a killer. This situation was a mess, and you hated that you were soon becoming one too.

You pass your clit to insert two fingers, making your hips shudder against your duvet. You bite your lip to hold back moans, as you begin to finger yourself, your legs spreading wider for better access.

“Fuck,” Ghostface whimpers, as your head lolls back a second before you try to recompose yourself. “S-simon says, taste yourself.”

You hold back a whine as you remove your fingers, your body feeling empty. You raise your hand, to see your two fingers glistening in your arousal. “Lick them.” He demands. You raise your fingers to your mouth and wrap your lips around them, by your knuckle. You suck and use your tongue to remove your wetness.

Ethan is falling apart on his end of the line, as he watches your eyes slightly roll. You're trying to stay as composed as you can be, and watching you slowly crack has made Ethan’s dick needy.

“Last re-request.” You stutter out, as you remove your wet fingers.

There’s a pause, the air feeling incredibly tense.

Then… “Simon says…open the door.”

You freeze, staring at the wood, closed and now eerie. Shit. Ethan was right outside… wasn’t he? You had thought about him coming to your apartment after…all that. But that doesn’t mean you're anymore prepared.

You look at your phone to see that he’s hung up. You stand, looking at the knife. You grab it, taking a breath, and ignoring the pressure of an unfinished orgasm between your legs. You hesitate, all the possible; good and bad; swirling around in your head.

Then it’s immediate…

Ethan is opening the door, grabbing your jaw and wrists, pushing the knife away from him while also pulling you towards him. You stumble, your naked breasts hitting his clothed chest. You hiss as your nipples graze against the material. Ethan is holding your cheeks between his fingers as he shuts the door behind him with his foot. He’s holding your wrist with the knife in your hand out to the side, his grip strong and unwavering.

“Don’t tell me you were about to stab me?” Ethan mocks, tilting your chin higher up to meet his gaze.

The moonlit atmosphere is making him look almost ethereal, if it weren’t for the crazed look in his eyes. He pushes you closer to your bed, making the back of your legs hit against it. He presses himself into you, as he gets the knife out of your grip.

“Why did you ask me to get a knife if you didn’t expect me to use it?” You ask, as Ethan stares down at your tits. He shoves you onto the bed, before hovering over your body.

“When I asked you to grab a knife I didn’t have harm in mind.” Ethan hums as he brushes the flat side of the knife across your cheek, the cool metal making your shiver. He then leans closer, shifting the knife to reach one of your breasts. You stiffen. You should feel scared and you do, but not as much as you should. Another feeling is creeping up on you fast, the burn between your legs still extremely prominent.

“E-ethan” you gulp as you feel the cool metal brush across your nipple. You unintentionally arch as a whimper leaves your mouth. Ethan grins as he breathes across your lips.

“You don’t know how hard it was to stay put as I watched you touch yourself.” Ethan darts his tongue out to lick your bottom lip as you whimper against the playing knife. “I wanted my hands to be feeling you, licking your taste of my own fingers.”

You shudder, as Ethan moves down to wrap his mouth around your free nipple. The contrasting temperatures make your eyes roll.

“You looked so edible doing what you were told.”

“I-it was a game.”

“That you played very well.” He praised, as he licked your nipple. You jolt, your back arching off the bed.

“I thought you’d be more difficult, since you never seem to listen to me.” Ethan speaks to your skin. “But look how obedient you are right now.”

“I’m not, your just— oh.” You moan Ethan bites your nipple. Pain an pleasure shoot through you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that.”

“You mother—” you cut yourself off as the knife grazes your throat. Still in use of the flat side, but the sharp edge is still seen as a threat to you. You gulp, as Ethan notices your nearly fearful eyes.

He reaches your face again, looking down at you as he brings the knife away. His elbows are by your head as he cages you in. Your breathing is rapid, and your body is on fire.

“Your scared of me?”

“No I’m not.”

“Just a little bit.” Ethan says softly. He then kisses your lips, a gentle brush, making your head spin. “I’d never hurt you. You know that right?”

You focus on Ethan’s eyes as he watches you. He then leans down to your ear, his hand reaching down to the top of your jeans. “I only want you to be writhing in pleasure, y/n.”

Ethan then pulls down your jeans. Over much better morals you slightly raise your hips. Ethan smiles, as he tosses your pants to the side. He’s now kneeled on the bed. Your legs between his open ones. He’s looking down at you with a tilt to his head. Then he brings the knife into your vision.

You gulp as the metal lowers to your pussy. But Ethan only cuts the material if your panties, pulling them away to leave you bare.

Ethan then pulls his top over his head. You hadn’t expected Ethan to look so… you hope your not fucking drooling. Ethan grins down at you as he unbuckles his belt.

You shudder as it makes a snap at how fast he removed it. He then unbuttons his jeans, but stops to move his legs. He now sits, both feet on the floor as he ushers you over by a head tilt.

Ethan grabs your hair, and that’s when you remember you tied it up. Ethan asked you to tie it up.

He pulls you to the floor as you fall to your knees. “Fuck.” Ethan breathes as you look up at him.

“You were prepared.” You say, talking about your hairstyle.

Ethan smirks. “I’m always prepared. Though, the bigger question, is are you?”

Ethan pulls his cock out of his pants, as it stands tall and proud. You gulp, wide eyes staring. Ethan’s hand tightens around your ponytail at your expression. “You don’t know how long I wanted you like this.” He hisses out. Then he brings you closer, your mouth millimetres from where he needs.

Your breath hits the tip of his cock, as his breathing shudders. “Christ.” He moans as you finally wrap your lips around him. So delicate at first, just kitten licking the pre-cum off. Ethan’s hips buck up desperately. And you finally sink down onto him. Your cheeks hollowing out.

“Oh— fuck.” Ethan moans as you begin to bob your head up and down. Ethan’s hold around your ponytail tightens and loosens depending on the pleasure that wracks through his body.

“God, look at you. Drooling all over my c-cock. Shit.” Ethan gulps. “You look so fucking pretty, so pretty.” He whines out as your pace picks up.

You then deep throat him, gagging around his head. Ethan’s mouth hangs open in pleasure as sweat glistens his forehead. “How are you— fuck— how are you so good at this?” Ethan musters, through his pathetic moans.

Then a blinding pleasure shoots through him, as he thrusts his hips into you.

Breathing hard you lean back, swallowing and wiping your bottom lip. Ethan feels dazed as he stares at you. Shit, he’d never orgasmed so hard.

He reaches forward to wipe away a spot you missed. You then grab his finger with your teeth, sucking his cum off. “Y/n—“ Ethan chokes out.

Ethan then swiftly grabs your chin, pulling you up to stand as he swings you back onto the bed, underneath him. He crawls atop of you, his pants now gone, as he rips a condom packet between his teeth. Rolling it onto his dick, he grabs your thighs, pulling you closer.

He’s directly in front of your lips when he speaks. “Where did you learn that?”

You gulp. “You’re a little too good with your mouth.” Ethan speaks, each letter hitting your lips. “Can you show me again—what you did with you tongue?”

Ethan then pushes the tip of his cock into you. You gasp as you grip his shoulders. “H-how?”

Ethan leans closer to your mouth. “Imagine my tongue is my dick, and show me.” He whispers the last words before he kisses you.

You were rather experienced with giving him head. How many other guys have felt what he felt? He kisses you harder, pushing himself all the way in.

You moan into his mouth, but he stays kissing you, swallowing all the sounds escaping you. “Show me.” He says again breaking away for a second.

He wanted to know exactly how skilled you were. He began to slowly thrust in and out of you, as you panted. But you do as Ethan says, and lick the tip of Ethan’s tongue. Ethan has to hold down whimpers as the feeling of you around his dick sends stars into his mind.

You move your tongue to trail down his as you kiss him harder. You keep swirling and circling as Ethan tries to not let his eyes roll. He breaks always from your mouth a second to thrust hard into you, making your nails scratch down his shoulder blades.

“Fucking hell y/n.” Ethan breathes against your open, panting mouth. “You do know what your doing with that tongue. Who the fuck else has felt it?”

“W-what?”

“Your tongue—who else has felt it?” He speaks harsher as he thrusts into you.

Your a mess, a whimpering mess underneath Ethan. “Tell me.”

“A f-ew guys.” You manage to say in-between thrusts.

“A few guys huh?” Ethan hits your g-spot harder, making you writhe underneath him.

“I need names, y/n.” Ethan breathes. “Fuck.” Both your highs are so close.

“I don’t remember— t-them all.”

“Or are you just too fucked out to think, right now?” Ethan’s pacing has turned somewhat sloppy as his orgasm is at arms reach.

“God, y/n. Cause I can’t have boys walking around with an experience of you. They’ve touched you. Touched what’s…mine.”

You moan, trying to reach for your orgasm. Ethan groans as he feels his cock twitch. “My girl, right?” He breathe-hisses. “My girl—all for me.” He kisses you, just as his high hits, yours not far after.

Your both panting as the pleasure slowly falls away in waves.

“Shit.” You mutter. Either because of how good that felt, or because you’d just fucked a Ghostface.

“I—” you gulp. “I won.”

Ethan chuckles. “You’d win if you did all of my requests.”

Your brows furrow, as heavy breathes still escape you. He leans down to speak to your lips again. “The last one. I told you to open the door.”

“I—” you pause, remembering. You hadn’t opened it. You hesitated and Ethan had had to come in instead.

Your eyes grow wide as Ethan grins. You’d lost. Your friends…

“But don’t worry,” Ethan begins. “Maybe if you ask nicely I might stab them somewhere they can heal.”

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𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃

stu macher x fem!reader

warnings: reader is kinda in subspace, mentions of pain, kissing, crying, p n v, soft-dom stu, squirting, belly bulge

author note: why tf did i have so much trouble with the warnings-

You whimpered slightly as Stu situated you on his lap. His cock brushed against your swollen clit, making you cry out.

You were overly sensitive. Stu edged you and overstimulated you for what seemed like hours. Tears fell down your cheeks as he lightly pushed you down on his cock.

“Stop crying and be a good girl for me” He kissed your tears and hugged you, while still pushing you down on his cock.

“Feels t’good” Your words slurred as you finally sunk down on him. Your walls clamped tightly onto his cock.

He let out a groan, “Fuck” his hands massaged your ass before slapping it. Your mind was clouded and you soon lost track off what was happening.

You lost strength in your legs and rested your head in the crook of Stu’s neck.

He waited a couple seconds before thrusting up into you sharply.

“Oh” you cried out, lifting your head up, suddenly wide awake.

He gave you no time to adjust and thrusted up hard into you, going at a fast pace.

“Fuck me, shit” he dragged out and moaned, looking up at you. Your moans got louder and louder.

If anyone was to walk by and hear, they’d think you were getting murdered.

He squished your cheeks, taking you in a deep kiss to silence your moans.

You moaned into his mouth, letting him take full control of your tongue.

He hummed, feeling himself getting closer.

Your stomach tightened and clenched, the pain starting to form.

He was going so hard to the point where it was hurting. Stu broke the kiss and looked down at your stomach.

He placed his hand on the bulge that formed in your stomach. “You feel me here princess, i’m right here” He rubbed your stomach and looked up at you.

“Fuuck i’m gonna-“ you were cut off with a moan when you reached your climax.

You felt the liquid gush against yours and Stu’s legs. You felt his cum release into you and he groaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m still not done with you”

HIGHLY NSFW CONTENT - Twitter Links

a/n: this is not something I usually post but I’m addicted to my pookie theodore like your honor this is my husband >:(

MDNI!

theodore nott x viewer

TWITTER LINKS THAT SHOW P()RN‼️

I DON’T OWN THESE VIDEOS/I DIDNT MAKE THEM

riding bf!theo after an exam bc he’s so stressed :’(

theo worshipping your body bc he’s a great bf

good morning

fucking you on your childhood bed

he’s so sensitive (my personal favorite😍)

one night stand with your enemy (you’re gonna come back to him)

he loves your tits

making out PASSIONATELY with your “best friend” theo

theo fucks you with your slytherin skirt on

italy trip together ;)

“sit on my face.”

trying something new

rival!theo caught you flirting w/ someone else at the party

stop he loves you so so much <33

Can you please please please please please please write a bunch more stuff with Chad and Ethan fucking bimbo!reader or bimbo!reader and Chad fucking Ethan so he doesn't die a virgin please please please I'm begging on my hands and knees screaming crying throwing up creaming on the floor begging

boy do I love the Bimbo trope 😩 I will def write more !!

You, Ethan and Chad all hanging out when Chad makes a joke ab Ethan being a virgin n Ethan gets frustrated and upset </3 so to make it up to him you & Chad offer to take his virginity

He looks so embarrassed when you both ask, but he ends up on his knees eating you out while Chad strokes his hair <33 tells him how to make you cum, how to use his fingers and mouth.

“Yeah, buddy. She likes it when you rub her clit like that. See? you’re a natural!”

Ethan moaning into you at the praise and thrusting his hard cock against the bed like a bitch in heat, as you come undone beneath him :)) he really is a natural, and soon you’re teaching him how to make Chad cum too <33

“No, silly! You have to leave kisses on him first to get him worked up! See?”

Eventually, Ethan is stuck between you two as he fucks into your wet cunt and Chad fucks him; he’s crying, all the sensations too much. Never has he felt this full, felt such a big cock and tight pussy. It’s a wonder he’s lasted this long.

But if we’re being honest, he’s already came once and got hard again.

Chad leaves wet kisses along his spine, whispering praises of how much of a good boy he is, how good he’s taking him. You hold the brunnete tightly against you, feeling both him and Chad’s weight on top of you; Kissing Ethan’s forehead when he says that he loves your pussy and Chad’s cock.

“I know, E. Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet Chad’s so big and hard.. oh baby, are you coming again? Thats so cute!”

Imagine having both chad and ethan use you as a cum dump over and over again tag team style<3

When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.

Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.

Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.

"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.

Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."

It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.

Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.

And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.

It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."

The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."

It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.