summary: meeting chad at another infamous college frat party, and things get flirtatious fast.
warnings: fluff, lots of flirtiness, no smut
word count: 1k
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you don’t know how anika convinced you to come to this party, but here you are—standing in a dimly lit frat house, a half-empty drink in your hand, bass rattling the floor beneath you. the whole place smells like sweat, alcohol, and a vague hint of regret.
you should’ve stayed in.
but then you see him.
chad meeks-martin. shirtless. cowboy hat tilted just right, jeans slung low on his hips, belt buckle obnoxiously big. he shouldn’t be able to pull it off, and yet—somehow, he does.
he moves through the crowd like he belongs here. hell, maybe he does. he laughs with ethan, throws an arm around mindy, flashes that easy, dimpled grin at every passing girl.
then his eyes land on you.
his smirk flickers—just a little—as he changes direction, making his way toward you like it’s a decision, not an accident.
“you must be anika’s roommate,” he says, leaning against the counter beside you, just close enough that you catch the scent of his cologne—clean, warm, with something faintly sweet beneath it.
“you must be chad,” you reply, tone even.
“guilty,” he grins. “she told me you were hot, but damn. she undersold it.”
you roll your eyes, but your stomach tightens anyway. “you always come on this strong, cowboy?”
he smirks, tipping his hat up with one finger. “only when it works.”
obnoxious.
worse, it’s kind of working.
“so,” he leans in slightly, voice lower now, “how’s the party treating you?”
you shrug, sipping your drink. “ask me again after another shot.”
his brows lift, and that grin turns downright dangerous. “oh, you drink tequila?”
“only when i want to make bad decisions.”
his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up. “guess i better get you a shot, then.”
before you can respond, he’s grabbing your hand—warm, calloused, confident—and pulling you through the crowd toward a table where mindy, anika, tara, and ethan are gathered.
mindy clocks the way chad is practically attached to you and groans. “jesus. can you go five minutes without flirting?”
chad smirks, squeezing your hand before letting go. “why would i, when it’s going so well?”
anika is watching you, eyes full of so many questions, and a hint of excitement, but you ignore her.
chad pours two shots, sliding one toward you. “ready?”
you hold his gaze, fingers brushing his as you take the glass. “always.”
you throw it back, the burn sharp down your throat. chad watches you the whole time, only drinking his once you’ve already set yours down.
when he finally lowers his glass, he licks a stray drop from his bottom lip, eyes still locked on yours.
“damn,” he murmurs. “knew you could handle something strong.”
your stomach flips, but you refuse to let him see it. “what, expecting me to choke?”
his smirk curves slow and lazy. “nah. just kinda hoping you would.”
you exhale sharply, setting your glass down with a little more force than necessary. “you are so—”
“charming?” he offers.
“unbelievable.”
he grins, tilting his head. “but you like it.”
you don’t answer. you don’t have to. the way he looks at you says he already knows.
“you wanna dance?” he asks, casually, like it’s not obvious why he’s asking.
you consider saying no. you should. you really should.
but then his fingers brush yours, just barely, just enough to test you.
“depends,” you say, voice steady. “you actually know how to dance, cowboy?”
his smirk deepens. “only one way to find out.”
before you can protest, he takes your hand again, pulling you toward the center of the room.
the music is loud, the bass shaking the floor, and the second you’re in the crowd, bodies press in around you.
chad doesn’t let go of your hand. if anything, he holds it tighter.
“you nervous?” he teases, leaning in close enough that his breath brushes your ear.
you scoff, tilting your chin up. “not even a little.”
his hands settle on your waist—warm, firm, steady; and pulls you in. not in a way that’s pushy, not in a way that gives you no choice, but in a way that says he’s giving you a chance to back out.
you don’t.
his grip tightens slightly, fingers pressing into your skin as the music shifts into something slower, heavier. you let your hands settle against his bare shoulders, his skin so unfairly warm, and when he starts to move, you follow.
it’s almost too easy. he’s smooth, confident, but not in a way that feels practiced. he moves like someone who’s comfortable in his body, someone who knows exactly how to use it.
and he’s using it on you.
“see?” he murmurs, voice low against your ear. “told you i could dance.”
“debatable,” you say, but your voice is breathier than you mean for it to be.
his lips barely graze the shell of your ear when he says, “you want me to convince you?”
your fingers tighten on his shoulders before you can stop yourself.
he laughs. soft. smug.
but then his hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you just that little bit closer, and suddenly, there’s nothing funny about it.
the air between you is thick now, heavy with something unspoken, something dangerous.
“you keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs, his nose brushing against your temple, “and i’m gonna start thinking you actually like me.”
you should pull away.
you should say something.
but you don’t. you just tip your chin up slightly, your lips so close to his, and…
“chad!”
mindy’s voice cuts through the haze, and just like that, the moment shatters.
you both turn at the same time to see her standing a few feet away, arms crossed, expression equal parts amused and exasperated.
“i leave you alone for five minutes and you’re already all over anika’s roommate?”
chad groans, dropping his forehead dramatically onto your shoulder before looking back at his sister. “could you not ruin this for me?”
“could you not hit on every attractive person you meet?”
he scoffs. “first of all, rude. second of all,” he turns back to you, his smirk sliding back into place, “i’m not hitting on every attractive person. just this one.”
mindy rolls her eyes, but you’re still caught on the way he said this one.
like you’re the only one in the room.
like, if mindy hadn’t interrupted…
“we’re leaving soon,” mindy sighs. “so unless you’re planning to take them home, wrap it up.”
you open your mouth, ready to say something snarky, but chad beats you to it.
he turns to you, smirking. “well?”
your stomach flips. your pulse skips.
and you should say no. you really, really should.
but instead, you smirk back.
“buy me another shot first,” you say, “and we’ll see.”
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Dreamweaver's Note: This is a Cosmic post, which means it has already been published once but due to being hacked I had to start over since I lost everything. -Ultralight
⚠️Fae-Bound Triggers: Bad writing. Use of Y/N
⏳Length of the Spell: 5.7k+ words
✨What the Stars Foretell: Written during a song challenge. This request was for Karma by Taylor Swift
All you can do is roll your eyes as you see the newest post by your ex boyfriend Chris, ignoring the embarrassed flush your body naturally has as you clear your throat to relax. This was just a string of slut shaming posts that would mean nothing in three weeks when he would dump the newest fling and she would take the stage of scorned slut.
All you had to do was wait.
But as you read the comments left under the childish instagram post calling you prudish your stomach was twisted and you felt like you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock and starve to death. Rape threats and insults from his teenage boy fanclub? Handle that easily. Multilevel insults from gorgeous females that should have been on your side? They hurt like hell.
Your eyes well with tears at the ‘No one wants her anyways’ comment left by bailytaily before you shut your phone off and slammed it onto the table in front of you. You didn’t come to the library to read comments and cry, you came to study for an exam so that’s what you would do.
But when you threw your phone on the table you had caught the attention of none other than Chad Meeks, who had been hiding in the library to avoid the likes of social media and their obsession with the two time ghostface survivor.
He really didn’t want more pity about the Ethan situation.
He had planned to keep his hood up, study and stay away from everyone but when a loud slam draws his attention from the essay he was writing his eyes drag up to you and for a second he forgets the rest of the world exists. You don’t bother to look at anyone else, instead you go straight to the books, wiping your eyes as casually as you can and Chad has to talk himself out of going to your table.
You wanted time to yourself, she obviously wants time to herself, don’t push it….. Besides she’s not Gale Weathers approved and you don’t need another ghostface roommate.
But he can’t take his eyes off you, and before he knows it he is gathering his things, shouldering his bag and walking over to your table. He sets it all down in a smooth motion, plopping into the seat across from yours and smiling at you when you glare.
“So who is the dick?”
“Oh I’m sorry…. I….” You look around for a moment before looking back to him and smiling at his patient expression. “Do I need to sign an NDA before or after a white dude in a white mask jumps out to stab me?”
“Ouch. That was brutal.” He gasps, and any other moment he would be defensive. But when you say it he has to fight back a laugh. “Well I haven’t gotten any cocky phone calls so I think we’re good. You wanna tell me about the dick now?”
“Ex.”
“What’d he do?”
You hesitate a moment, eyes glancing around the library to see everyone already staring at the two of you. Of course they would, you had just been publicly humiliated and Chad Meeks had been….. well .
But then you see his eyebrows raise, and a nervous gleam in his eye and you give in.
You explain that you had been dating the deans son, a very popular kid that came from a very rich family. And things had been going great until you found out he was sleeping with other girls, and when you confronted him about it he had released some…..explicit photos of you.
“So you’re the enemy right now?”
“Someone has to be.” You shrug, and turn back to your work. But Chad keeps his eyes on you as he comes up with a plan, nodding his head and smiling when he figures out what to do.
“Let’s take him down then.”
“Oh yeah?” You laugh, watching his smile widen even more. “How do you want to take down the prince of this school? Word of the wise? He’s an untouchable white boy.”
“Yeah?” He asks, leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers along as you lean forward to match him.
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”
“So?”
“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
You had planned to make your first appearance with him at a frat party, his choosing, and he had insisted he come over to help you get ready.
So there he sat on your dorm bed in a loose short sleeve button down with jeans and a simple gold bracelet, oozing confidence. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he covered his stomach whenever someone talked to him, like he was hiding it even though the shirt already did.
But it wasn’t your business.
“Okay let’s go over the rules again.” You sigh, showing him a dress which he immediately shakes his head no to.
“We’ve gone over the rules dozens of times.” He groans, falling back into your mattress. “No bad mouthing, no fighting, no sex talk. Your image is important, we are just cleaning it up. We will attend this party together, get pictures and I will be good to go and you will no longer be the ‘scorned slut’.”
“I do not sound that robotic.”
“Yeah, you actually do.” He sasses, lifting his head to watch you for a moment. You walk into the bathroom and come out in a dress that has his eyebrows lifting. “I thought you said no fighting?”
You stand there confused, face heating at his attention before he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “You plus that dress plus frat party, tell me math nerd……what does that equal?”
“Aaaaa……..bunch of fun?” You start skeptically, laughing when he claps his hands with a ‘WHOOP’ and dives off the bed to reach you.
“Let’s take this fool down!”
So you both showed up the the party and Chad kept his hand on the small of your back as people snapped photos of you both with the flash. After a moment he grabs you both drinks and drags you to the dance floor.
When you wake up the next morning your feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, the ones at the door where you had obviously posed but then they descend into real pictures of the two of you on the dance floor having a blast.
Without really thinking about it you saved that photo to your phone.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you it's not?
The party had been fun, Chris’ attack had not been. Honestly the joke was on you for even trying, you should have known to just leave it alone.
Because three days after that party Chris uploads a picture of him posing in a ghostface mask with the caption ‘Screwing the survivor and she still won’t get a role’. Wow. Just wow. You were just about to scroll through the comments when there was a heavy knock on the door and your roommate was grunting out in anger.
Tip toeing to the door and sneaking a look to find Chad in the hallway, looking tired as ever as he fixes his hoodie with one hand and holds two coffee cups with ease in his right hand. You open the door slowly, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry….”
His eyebrows pinch together in confusion at your whisper before he casts a quick look over your shoulder to see your roommate and then without a word nods his head for you to come into the hall. He watches you move to grab your own hoodie and waits to lead you to the common room, handing you the coffee he got for you before shrugging.
“That was bullshit.”
“I know and I am so sorry, honestly I can’t even imagine-”
“No. I mean a bullshit response. I’ve been stabbed nearly 20 times and that’s all he’s got? I’m not standing for half assed slander here, we are upping our game.” Chad smiles and when your eyes widen at his own expression he finds himself feeling absolutely giddy. “How do you feel about football?”
“Never seen a single game.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Cause my ‘girlfriend’ needs to be at my game, wearing my jersey of course.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because the dean attends all my games, don’t you know? He takes our groups publicity very seriously.”
You smile and hug him before he can react, breathing in the soft cologne scent before wrapping his left arm around you very slowly.
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
So there you sat on a friday night, hair and makeup done up as you huddled close to your roommate for warmth, laughing as she tried to fix her leather skirt.
The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering for most of the game and as hard as you tried you really could not figure out what was going on. The team was winning, that much you knew by the amount of yelling and dancing happening behind you. Chad had seated you in the front section of the bleachers, right next to Tara Carpenter and his sister Mindy who was still walking with a crutch.
You had said hi to them and both had given you a skeptical look before you moved to your friend and you had no clue why that stung so much. You and Chad were just trying to take down your ex boyfriend for shits and giggles, it’s not like you had to get along with his group.
But then the game was over and the crowd went wild, everyone was standing and cheering including the dean and within moments it had been decided they would all run to the field to congratulate, so you let people run past you and held out a hand for Mindy to help her on the bleachers before keeping a firm hold so she didn’t slip on the wet grass.
Chad meets you both halfway, smiling from ear to ear when he hugs his sister before turning to you and pulling you into a passionate kiss. It shocks you for a moment, before you are lifted up by your waist and then the next thing you do is kiss back, because dammit Chad Meeks is one hell of a kisser.
For a second all you could taste was vanilla and coffee, his lips warm against yours as his hands squeeze your hips. But then the warmth is gone and the cold friday air is left. When you manage to open your eyes you see him smiling from ear to ear at the dean and his son, your ex, who was glaring back.
Oh…right. The Karma Game.
Embarrassment claws at you before you smile it off, patting his arm when you notice the way he carries his left arm a little closer to himself. ….had you ever seen him hold anything in his left hand? Ever?
“Hey, Chad?” You start, eyes tracing his arm before he smiles at you.
“I have to go get changed, there is going to be a party. We going?”
“I’ll wait here.” You nod and he rushes off before you can say anything else.
Spider-boy, king of thieves
Weave your little webs of opacity
My pennies made your crown
Trick me once, trick me twice
Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?
It's coming back around
The game only amplified from there.
Chris posts a throwback photo that he crops you out of with the caption ‘took out the trash’? Chad posts a fun little video of him teaching you to skate. Chris posts a photo of an old photo of himself wearing your panties on his head like a crown, the very same panties that you had worn in the explicit photos? Well Chad imitates the picture with a new pair of panties and you on his shoulders laughing your ass off.
Chris heads to a party? Chad is twirling you around the dance floor with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
Back and forth and back and forth, slowly the mean comments began to fade out and all your free time was spent with Chad. You studied together, and went for coffee and played video games.
And your crush on him had been rapidly growing.
Honestly you wouldn’t have been able to fight it if you tried, because who didn’t fall for him once they got to know him?
You just had to keep reminding yourself that he was helping you get revenge, that was all.
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
“Oh come on!” He whines, allowing you to hear his heartbeat through his chest. He was laid out on your bed, leaning on your pillows with you laying in between his legs allowing you to push your ear to his ribs and listen. He liked the warmth and you liked the sound of his heart. Win win. “When they go low, we go lower.”
“I just don’t think it’s worth it, you know?” You sigh, tracing shapes into his side with the pad of your finger. “We’ve already destroyed all the scorned slut rumors and all the jealous rumors. I’m no longer getting hate, why keep going?”
“Because he posted those photos of you!”
“They are just photos.”
“Photos that you get defensive about whenever I bring them up, look at your little scrunched up face right now.” He laughs. You had asked him towards the beginning if he had ever seen the photos, and he had told you no which had made you feel so much better in general.
“He’s not worth it anymore.” You admit, turning your head so your chin was laid on his chest and you can stare up at him. “We’ll still hang out though, right?”
“Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”
“Hey, Chad?” You whisper, the pad of your finger running over a bump on his chest that you knew to be a stab wound poorly healed.
“Yeah?”
“Can I see them?” His eyebrows scrunch up when you ask, confusion written on his face before you explain further. “The scars. I just feel like you are nervous about them and you don’t have to show me or anyone else because it’s not our business but I want you to know that I think you’re perfect and when you are ready….”
His hand slides up to find the one on his chest and he keeps it to him for a bit before leaning down to kiss it, the breath leaves your lungs and you can’t do much but watch as his lips meet the palm of your hand softly.
“How about another time?” He whispers.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Turns out that was a big lie.
Now that he wasn’t trying to piss off your ex, Chad barely texted you to hang out, and whenever you texted him you always got some half assed response on how he was busy.
You tried not to let it bother you, hanging with your friends for a couple days before trying to text him again.
Mathnerd: Movie night in my dorm? U can pic the movie……:)
He doesn’t respond for another hour, and when you hear your phone ping you desperately lunge for it.
Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff.
Ah yes. The Core4, also known as the ghostface survivor squad that hated your guts. Well they didn’t really hate your guts but they didn’t like you whatsoever, and somewhere along the way it had really started getting to you, to the point that you had asked Chad if there was something you could do to help it.
He had only shrugged and said not to worry about it and that had been that.
Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free.
Read.
How wonderful…….
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
“Is that her, again?” Mindy scoffs when Chad’s phone beeps.
“Yup.” He sighs, not bothering to look at it. He already knew it was you inviting him to hang out and he had already used the core4 excuse last week. He was running out of excuses and honestly there was nothing more he could say.
“Tell that little ghostface freak to fuck off.” Tara snaps, throwing one of Mindy’s pillows at where he laid on the dorm floor.
“Well hello there.” Chris laughs, clearly drunk off his ass way too early in the morning.
“Fuck off.” Chad snaps, turning back to the line ahead of him and trying to decide what coffee he wanted this morning, but it seemed your ex was not ready to leave him alone.
“So she is happy now that she’s living her dream?”
“She is, yeah.” Chad grunts, jaw clenching as the hot breath of the fool hits his cheek.
“OH so she finally told you then?” This caught Chad's attention, and his gut twisted as he slowly turned to the boy behind him.
“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”
“Oh it’s no biggie, just that your girl was a part of a huge bet to see who could fuck one of you guys after that Landry kid fucked you all up-” As he talks he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his camera roll to pull up a photo of some roster. ‘THE GHOSTFACE RACE’ and four names down your name had been filled in.
At first Chad wants to laugh because it didn’t look like your handwriting and he didn’t believe it, but then he thinks back on you asking why the Core4 didn’t like you, and you asking about his stab wounds.
He had run straight to Mindy's room that day, explaining everything.
“Who would have thought she was a ghostface fan.” Mindy laughs, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth when he flips her off.
“Honestly the whole plan was laid out perfectly. She targeted the most trusting one-” Tara joins in and that pained feeling in Chad’s chest tightened in.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He was 2 for 2 right now, and after Ethan he really could not handle another. Out of all people, why did it have to be you? And why did he fall for it so easily?
Behind your sweet adorable smile was a conniving plan to join the core4, 15 minutes of fame and all you had to do was twirl your hair and giggle.
Ask me what I learned from all those years
Ask me what I earned from all those tears
Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here
(I'm still, I'm still here)
“Is there a reason you are ignoring me right now?” You snap, taking the seat across from Chad in the library, doing your best to remain calm. But that was hard when it had been 2 weeks of nothing from Chad. “Because I-”
“Just save it, yeah?” He sticks his hand in the air as a sign to stop moving to pick up his headphones.
“Save WHAT?”
“This whole speech you probably have planned. I really don’t need you giving me excuses. We both know you were just using me for the fucking fame-”
“Excuse me?”
“Chris told me everything! About your sneaky little plan to be a part of our survivor group? You know who else did that? Ethan.”
“Oh so you’re buddies with Chris now?” You didn’t know what hurt worse, the way Chad had been ignoring you or the way he just name dropped the man that ruined your life for months. “You hang out with him and laugh at me in between blow jobs from groupies, huh? Talk about what a slut I am together?”
A bitter laugh escapes him as he leans back and the two of you have gathered the attention of the other students and the librarian. “Funny enough we really don’t concern ourselves with the fangirls.”
“FUCK YOU!” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes. “You are just as big of a pig as him-”
Your chair screeches across the ground and you snatch your bag up, whirling as the librarian rushes to yell at you both. Chad's chair screeches behind you and you hear him shout your name before the librarian snaps her fingers and mutters a “young man!”
But he is already reaching for you and yanking your elbow to turn you around. “If I’m the pig then you are a slut!”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”
“Oh you don’t agree? No? Should I pull up the photos of you online? The ones you willingly sent to-”
“How about I pull up the photos of your stab wounds that you like to pretend aren’t there. Or how about I just-” You swing your bag and hit his left arm harshly which makes him flinch and groan in pain.
“Fuck…..” He hisses, holding his arm tightly before looking back at you and seeing the tears streaming down your face. The truth seems to shatter in front of him in an instant, his heart beating so fast he feels like it’s jumping out his chest and he can’t breathe. “He lied…..didn’t he?”
He didn’t need you to answer, because he had already known. Of course your ex lied, and he used the one thing that Chad was deeply insecure about. The gaping hole he had in his trust that Ethan tore had left a permanent mark, and this is just the first time he’s realized it.
“Go fuck yourself.” You sob out, mascara running down your cheeks as you furiously wipe the tears away. “
'Cause karma is the thunder
Rattling your ground
Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter
Karma's gonna track you down
You had blocked him after that, on everything. Chad Meeks did not exist to you and you refused to check any social media to see how the world now perceived you. So you pretended that you didn’t exist either. You were not a living breathing creature in the eyes of the internet.
Your roommate had been confused when you told her to never answer the door to him, and she had texted you each time he came over. Not that it mattered considering you hadn’t been back to your own room in weeks.
You had friends and boys to hang out with, fuck Chad Meeks.
And soon enough Halloween came rolling around and you decided that you had to go out and look your absolute best, because there was no other way to celebrate being a slut than to dress like a slut at halloween.
This was your time to shine. Why not since everyone else seemed to think this is what you were?
So you found yourself the skimpiest dress and a lace set of cat ears, your makeup had been sultry and your heels high. Tonight would be the best night ever.
Chad on the other hand had spent the last few weeks obsessing, it had taken all but five minutes to figure out you had blocked him so he had begged Mindy to make a fake account to stalk you……only none of your accounts existed.
And anytime he showed up to apologize at your dorm you were never there.
So he took to hiding in his own single dorm, staring at the empty side across the way where a roommate should be. After highschool he had prided himself on not losing that open trust with people, but then Ethan destroyed that.
He couldn’t trust anyone, and he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror anymore. You had been right that day when you called him on his stab wounds and arm….after he had slut shamed you.
“Okay, enough of this.” Tara snaps, barging into the room in a cheesy star wars costume. “It’s halloween, we always go out for halloween.”
“I think I’m sick of the masks.”
“No. No you are not. Remember? We had a deal. After everything we went through none of us gave up halloween.” She growls, hitting him with a pillow. “Get up.”
“I don’t even have a costume.”
“Yes you do.”
And that was how he ended up at the frat party wearing the costume from last year, stab wounds and all as Tara flirted with some girl in a werewolf costume. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave the corner of the room, but Mindy was keeping him company so it hadn’t been that bad.
Until you waltzed in.
Seeing you for that first time in the library had stunned him, but seeing you now after knowing you had done more than stun him.
“Y/n, hey!” He called, jumping from his seat before you disappeared from sight down the hall and your roommate cast him an odd look.
“Sorry Chad.” She mumbles when he walks up, staring at his stomach for a second before snapping her eyes up to his with a pity glance. “She’s way too deep already, this is our third party.”
“Third party?”
“The other two ran out of liquor.” She sighs and his gut twists in worry as he looks around for you.
“Oh my god.” Your roommate gasps, drawing Chad's eyes back to her only to find her staring at the door, where dozens of people in Ghostface costumes were coming through the door. “I have to go find Y/n-”
“No.” He stops her. “My twin is in the corner, the one with the crutch. Go get her out and I’ll go find Y/n.”
Step by step from town to town
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
Karma takes all my friends to the summit
Karma is the guy on the screen
Coming straight home to me
The music was blasting through his ears, so loud he could feel the drums beating through his chest, most of the lights in the house were off and replaced with party lights which meant he was finding you amongst a crowd with no actual sight.
He pushed multiple people and his left arm was aching by the time he reached the second level of the house, pushing his way through bedroom after bedroom until he got to the master bedroom. The second his hand touches the doorknob to find it locked he prays that he just missed you somewhere in the house and you were not in there, then he prays for whoever he finds you with. Knocking loudly with his fist and pressing his ear to the door.
He hears a whine from you and then a shout from some guy “Busy bro!” and Chad was seeing red. He slams his body into the door twice and on the third time it busts open and the guy dressed up in a batman costume curses lowly. “The fuck man?”
“Yeah, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Chad shouts, rushing to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall as you scream out. “SHE LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO SOBER TO YOU?!”
The lamp on the side table falls and Chad risks a look back to where you are trying to crawl off the bed, reaching to grab your heels. “Y/n? You okay?”
You don’t answer, and for a moment Chad thinks you are angry but then he realizes you don’t hear him. Too drunk to focus on your shoe.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”
“IT WAS JUST GONNA BE A JOKE! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO ANYTHING! IMGAY!” Batman rushes out, trying to get Chad to let go. “IWASTOLD TO GET HER INTO AROOMAND MAKEOUT UNTIL A GHOSTFACECAMEIN AND DUDE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!”
Right. The reason he came to look for you in the first place, the army of masked kids. He slowly lets go of the batman costume and turns to you. “Y/n, come on we gotta-”
You scream before he can get to you and then the world tilts as a masked figure tackles him. All he can see it black for a moment then the mask glints in the light as someone laughs behind it.
“Look how scared he is!” Chris’ voice rings out as he cracks up, the ghostface mask tilting. “Aw don’t be so upset-”
You drunkenly swing the lamp that had fallen at his head, hitting hard enough for it to shatter before dropping the rest. Chris, now holding his head swings to turn at you, launching up to attack you as you make a break for the connected bathroom.
Only you weren’t really fast enough in your state and just as Chris grabs your hair Chad is right there pulling him back to punch him. They fight for a moment, Chads arm hurting like hell, and you take the chance to kick Chris straight in the nuts when his back is turned.
He lands on the floor with a groan and you had planned to spit on him but Chad is there in an instant, pulling you out of the room with rough hands as you whine out. “My heels…..”
But he doesn’t stop, and when you get to the stairs he picks you up to move faster. You whine for a moment as he walks with you in the air before you close your eyes.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)
Karma's a relaxing thought
The sun is already blasting in your face when you wake up the next day, groaning as you try to cover your eyes from it, your brain beating against your skull. When you try to move you find that you are trapped by a heavy blanket, only it felt like flesh and was breathing deeply.
And there he was, Chad Meeks, sprawled out on top of you whilst snoring into your pillow. Turning you see Mindy on your roommates bed with your roommate on the floor, accompanied by a pillow and a small throw blanket and in the corner of the room where your tiny sofa (more of a chair) sat you saw Tara curled up into a tiny ball.
“Hello?” You call, voice cracky from sleep and your head still pounding, but they still seem to hear it. It was like even a small whisper had been an alarm in their mind because all three of them launch up and end up waking your roomie in the hassle.
“Everyone good?” Tara groans, moving to cover the blinds to block the sun.
“Y/n, you killed me with that tequila.” Y/R/M whines, shoving her face back into the pillow.
“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And why is Meeks in my bed right now?” You snap out, turning to glare at him where he is now leaning against the brick wall with puppy dog eyes.
“Long story short-” Tara starts only to be interrupted by Mindy. “No, long stories short with you will have us here by noon. I’ll explain.”
So she did, ending up summing up the entire night within 30 seconds while you just blinked at her, hungover brain trying to catch up.
“So was there a ghostface? Did anyone get hurt?”
“No, just a really bad prank-”
“Well actually one of them took it too far and stabbed someone so now they are arresting anyone that wore one as a public threat.”
“And who was batman?”
“No clue…… I think he looked like Mikey from my science class.” Chad grunts.
“You’re taking science?” Mindy gasps and he flips her off.
“So why are you in my bed?”
“Because you said he was and I quote ‘my little teddy bear’ and refused to let go” Tara giggles and it was your turn to flip her off.
“I would never say that.”
“You did.” Your roommate laughs and you take a chance to throw a pillow at her. She laughs before a moment of silence fills the room only for it to be broken by Chad who whispers under his breath. “Chaddy is my teddy beary…”
“SHUT UP!”
Karma's a relaxing thought
“No no, you need to get more pumped! Let’s go!” Chad yells from his spot in the center of his room, holding your hands tightly as you both bounce back and forth to the music. You had been a giggling mess and the boa you were wearing was tickling your cheeks.
“We’re gonna be late-” You laugh until he rushes to pick you up from the ground and twirl around. You were decked out in your best Taylor Swift outfit, hair and makeup on point while he was shirtless with his entire back covered in purple hearts for the concert. Then you went as far as to cover all his scars in purple glitter, saying that he had to own it all for the concert.
“And to think, a couple weeks ago I was whining about how I missed the way my brother was.” Mindy snarks from the door, arm wrapped around your roommates shoulders as they giggled.
“CAUSE KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Chad sings, hauling you out of the room for a night of fun.
Karma was indeed your boyfriend, and you would love to bestow it on any ghostface that came near him just as he will destroy anyone that hurts you .
Warnings: Breeding, degrading, P in V, unprotected, possessiveness, slapping, hickeys, hair pulling.
The party was loud and full swing, I wanted to party but Billy didn't. I showed up alone and ready to drink, Billy always bitches about what I wear. He always hates how I dress slutty, he doesn't realize that I do it for myself. I also do it to get his attention but he's too possessive to realize it. I arrived at the Halloween party and everyone was in a weird, funny, or slutty costume. Dressed as a Playboy Bunny and just wanting to be bothered by someone down bad. Wanting a different man's attention for the night.
A guy approached me while I was making a drink for myself. He was shirtless and dressed as a cowboy. “Hey uhh.. how's it going?” He said a bit nervous but seemed cool and collected. I smiled at him and sipped my drink, “Hey cowboy, what's your name?” His pearly whites shine in the light, he puts on an accent. “Names Chad darlin’.” I laughed and my eyes crinkled at the end. “That was pretty good Tex.” Chad raises his hands and smiles, it turns into a light smirk. “What can I say? Impressing someone as beautiful as you, makes my day better.” I smirk then bring my cup to my lips, failing at hiding my smirk. I loved the attention I was getting it was definitely better than how Billy was treating me.
“So I have to ask and I really hope it's a yes.” He paused for a moment really considering if he should ask. There was a second in his eyes he didn't care so he went for it. “Are you single? I would love to get to know you.” Chad says confidently and sure. Before I can respond Billy comes out of nowhere and steps right between us. He was facing Chad and was talking to him but I couldn't hear much of what was said. I got in about halfway to what Billy said, “-It's better if you walk away, trust me.” Chad takes that as a challenge and immediately knows where this is going. “Hey let's take a breather.” I say calmly and try to get between them but Chad steps closer to Billy.
“Who are you? Her boyfriend?” Chad says defensively to Billy. “I am actually and I don't mind carving a pretty boy like you right up.” Billy steps really close and stares into Chad's eyes. “Do you really want to challenge me?” Chad smirks, “Yeah I do actually.” Chad's fists were bawled up and ready to strike at any moment. This was getting tense and Billy is known for provoking, sure he was scrawny but he never backed down from a challenge. “Billy…” I said quietly as I looked at him but there was no use because he was still staring down Chad. Chad looks over at me and then wraps his arm around my waist. Billy pushes Chad's arm off me then Chad grabs Billy's arm to get him to fight. I get between the boys. “Come on guys! There's a scene!”
They look around and notice all of the eyes on them. I sigh and look at Billy, “Let's go, we need to talk.” I take his hand and he snakes his arm around my waist and then gives my ass a loud smack. Billy looks back at Chad with a knowing smirk and then flips him off. Chad clenches his jaw and shakes his head.
Billy and I head upstairs to talk, with my drink in my hand. His hands roam over my thighs and ass, Billy gives it a quick squeeze as we reach the third floor. The parties always took place at Stu’s place so at this point we were regulars and familiar with which rooms were available. We went inside the guest room and I sigh annoyed. I lean against the dresser and look at him, “What was that about?” Billy locks the door and leans against it, “I think we both know what that was about. The real question is; why the hell are you dressed like that? Did I say it was okay for you to be dressed like that?”
Pushing off the dresser, my heels click on the wood floor. “Billy, you don't own me.” Billy smiles devilishly and looks down at the floor, contemplating his next words for me. He steps closer to me, almost predatory. “Oh baby girl, I do own you. You see, because you're mine, I own everything.” He says dangerously hot, Billy snakes his hand around my throat and tilts my head back. “I own you! Everything, to your very soul and blood. You're mine baby, whether you like it or not. I'm not letting you go to some cliche pretty boy who can't handle you.” His eyes lock onto mine and nervously I swallow. When Billy gets possessive it's so hot and makes me so wet. He knows what he's doing and I love every fucking second of it.
Billy pulls me towards him and he starts to suck and bite my neck. Exhaling from my parted lips and my eyes flutter as the pleasure took over. I loved when he marked me, he didn't stop until it looked like I got my neck punched repeatedly. My hand comes up and pushes the back of his head closer. “Right there baby.” I moaned softly and my eyes were completely closed at this point. Billy guided me from the dresser to the bed. Gently pushing me down and then taking off his blue flannel. Billy walks towards the door and locks it. Reaching in his pocket he takes out his wallet and grabs a condom.
He holds it up, “Yes or no?” I was thinking for a moment and I shook my head. Billy smirks and then starts to undress himself slowly he looks at me in a predatory sight. “You think dressed like that isn't going to make me punish you?” The only thing left was his boxers, he steps closer to me then spreads my legs. Billy hovers over me and kisses me deeply and messily. His breath tasted like beer and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I twirl my tongue around and I move my hand down to rub his tent.
Billy pulled away and turned me over to slowly and expertly unzip my corset. “You have been a bad girl, now daddy has to teach you a lesson. You can't be running off without me and talking to little boys that don't know you.” He says in a mocking way but covers it with a seductive tone. He takes off everything except my heels then Billy grabs a fist full of my hair and smacks my ass hard. I look back and my lips part along with giving him a needy look.
“Don't tease me.” I demand firmly. Billy chuckles, “Are you giving me an order? That's not how this works.” Exhaling and realizing what he means. He leans forward towards my ear then whispers, “Do you understand that slut?” I lick my lips and nod gently. He drops his boxers and his length was impressive and veiny. He wasn't hung but the girth made up for it. Billy instantly pushes inside me and I gasp at the unexpected thrust. “What if I told you I want to use you?” Billy starts to thrust at a steady pace and pulls my hair hard. “I- I don't want you to!” I moan softly. “Well too bad. I'm going to cum all on you and make you feel used. Just like the slut you are!” He lets go of my hair and then grabs my waist harshly, Billy picks up the speed and goes harder.
Moans and skin slapping on skin filled the room, his balls hit my clit just right and I loved when he fucked me. God, I love it. Billy had mommy issues so when he did things like this he usually made it up because deep down he was going through his issue.
“I'm so fucking close. Fuck… Now where should I cum on you?” Billy kept fucking me hard and fast, it was pretty brutal. I loved it though. “Fuck it. I'm gonna cum inside you!” Billy thrusts one last time, burying himself deeply and shooting a thick load inside me. He presses my face down on the bed and grunts loudly. "I love fucking you like you're nothing but a dirty slut."
After some time, Billy pulls out then sticks two fingers inside and scoops out his semen. “Sit up.” I do as he says and then look at him curious. Billy takes his fingers and grabs my jaw, his fingers are forced into my mouth. “Lick my fingers clean.” Sucking and swallowing his taste was so sexy. I twirl my tongue around his fingers and he pulls them away. Billy lightly slaps my face and then he starts to get dressed. “Get dressed, we're going home.”
A/n: I am late to kinktober but I guess better late than never right? I wanted to do this last year but I didn't have time for it. Anyways I always wanted to do a Billy Loomis one shot so here we are. Stay with me now! I have some chapters coming up about a love triangle. 🫶🏽
summary: in which you think there's something wrong with you because no guy can make you cum and your best friend chad proves you wrong. based on a request by @menlvrr who simply asked for a pussy eating fic but i constantly go overboard so this is longer than i expected and it kind of sucks don't judge me. ( also thanks for requesting )
warning(s): adult content, no spoilers, porn with a smidge of plot, pussy eatinggggg, shy & inexperienced!reader, fluff and unedited work with guaranteed grammar mistakes because i can't spell.
"We don't have to if you don't want to." Chad leans over you, his hands by your thighs kneeling on the bed. You shift picking at the hem of your sleep shirt, you're nervous "I can leave now and we can pretend this never happened."
"No, I want to." You shake your head clearing your throat "I'm just scared." You weren't scared of Chad of course, you trusted him with your life.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he smiled at you "Of what?" You shrug "What if I don't-" You lean forward whispering like it's a bad word "-cum?"
"If you don't cum?" He repeats your cheeks heating up hearing it come from his mouth, you bury your face in your hands.
"What if there's something wrong with me?" Your voice is muffled by your hands but he hears you just a clear shaking his head "There's nothing wrong with you, I know it." He tells you "Plus, I'm the master at this." He joked trying to help you ease your nerves. You believed him of course about being a master at this, you had heard stories from girls that had dated Chad but what if he couldn't do it? What if there was actually something wrong with you?
He carefully pulls your hand away from your face meeting your pretty eyes "Let's just take it slow, you tell me if you want me to stop."
"Okay." You breathe dropping your hands by your sides. He leans closer "Can I kiss you?" You realize in that moment that, that was the first time that anyone had ever asked to kiss you. They usually just did it and it was always up to you on whether you wanted to push they away or not but he asked you.
"Yeah." You nod again as his hand slid to cup your face kissing your lips. It's soft and tender, you had never kissed Chad before but it was better than you ever could imagine. You're hesitant at first to reciprocate his soft touch but you find yourself following his movements, your lips moving against his.
He dropped his hand to your side cradling your body slowly guiding you to lay onto your back as he towered over you.
You placed your hand on his chest gripping at his t shirt when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue pushing against yours. He finds himself sliding your shirt up a little but before he moves to fast he pulls back. His breathing heavy as yours was "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong, right?"
"Of course." You promised with your cute little smile. Truthfully Chad had always liked you more than he should've but he had never had the balls to make the first move but now he was here with you way passed the 'first move' and all he could think about was how the universe was on his side.
"Can I?" He asked rolling the material of your shirt between his fingers and you nod. Slowly he drags the shirt up your legs, his fingers tracing over you hip. It feels dirtier than it should, he's barely touching it but goosebumps are covering your skin. He stops lifting the shirt just under your breasts.
He kisses your forehead before he slides down your body. His breath fans against your belly, his eyes flickering up to yours before he places a kiss just above your belly button, his tongue dragging lightly against yours skin.
You tried to keep your breathing steady as he placed wet kisses along your waist just above your panties. He leaned back for a moment, his fingers brushing against the top of your panties before slowly sliding down over your wet center through the material.
You gasp softly as his fingers ghost over you. He's sweet leaning forward to press a kiss against the wet material, one arm hooking around your thigh to hold your hips when they jerked up
"I'm sorry." You apologized looking up at the ceiling embarrassed that you were acting this way.
"It's okay." He chuckled "It's okay to want me to touch you." He reassured you placing another kiss over the fabric before rubbing his thumb over your clit. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, he grins at the sound placing soft kisses on your inner thigh.
He could hardly keep his hands──and mouth── off of you. His places his large hand over your belly to hold you in place, he drags his tongue over your panties tasting you. He groans at your taste doing it once more. You're embarrassed by the way your thighs are shaking by his head but he doesn't, he loves how reactive you are to his touch.
His fingers hook around the side of them "I'm going to take these off, is that fine?"
"Yeah." You answered in a small whisper, he's careful dragging them down your skin, you raised your hips to help him. Your wetness sticking to the making him so much harder in his jeans. "Fuck."
He places your panties beside you on the bed just incase you change your mind about this. He brushes his lips along the tops of your thighs before pecking your skin as he slowly pushes your thighs open.
He groans into your skin at the sight of your wet center, you were sure you were embarrassingly wet despite the fact he had barely touched you. "God, you're gorgeous." He leaned forward just about to drag his tongue through your folds but you sat up on your elbows "Wait." He stopped immediately looking up at you "You okay? You want me to stop? "
"No just-" You cleared your throat "Could you hold my hand? You don't have to I mean-" he cuts off your nervous rambling reaching up and holding your hand in his "Of course."
He lets you move a bit getting comfortable, he intertwines your fingers, his other hand holding onto your thigh. He's delicate placing a kiss on your clit before pushing his warm tongue through your folds, a gasp escaping your lips. He repeats the actions before swirling his tongue around your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips but you quickly bring your hand up to cover your mouth.
He says something you don't hear for a moment but he repeats your name "Yeah?"
"I wanna hear you." It makes your cheeks heat up, he's serious you can tell from the way he looks at you and slowly just for him you uncover your mouth. He dives back almost pushing himself deeper into you. He focuses on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves, his tongue pressed against it swirling around it.
"Oh my gosh." You whimper your hand dropping to the back of his head, your other squeezing his hand. He squeezes it back in response.
He's trying to be sweet, soft, he really is but you, god, you drive him fucking crazy and all too quickly he's getting rough as he delivers hard sucks to your clit, mouthing at your pussy.
You're in shambles and you should be embarrassed by the way he's got you on the edge but you can't. Chad swears this is the most vocal he's ever heard you, you're sweet sounds echoing and it's downright sinful the way you could hear the way he's eating you out, the way he slurps and licks at you like a man starved.
Ever so often his eyes flicker up to your face to watch the way your beautiful face contorts in pleasure. He's surrounded by your smell and your moans and he wouldn't want it any other way.
You can't think, you're mind is gone and all you can think about is how good his tongue feels on you, he lets you grind against his face, lets you use him for your pleasure.
You're gonna cum you can feel it like waves taking you out to sea "Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum." Your words only encourage him more moves his head side to side to make sure you feel him devouring you everywhere.
You lose yourself falling over the edge but this time Chad is there to catch you, it isn't just you by yourself in your room. It's him with you.
You're on fire, burning up but he's there cooling you down with soft kisses across your skin and when you calm from your high. He sits up wearing your wetness on his face proudly "See, there's nothing wrong with you." He breathed smiling at you. "You doing okay?"
You nod slowly taking a breath "Thank you."
"Anytime." He kisses your cheek throwing himself on the bed beside you causing you to bounce a bit. There's an unspoken question of where you two go from here but after a few beats of silence that isn't the question you asked "Can I take you up on that offer?"
His eyebrows furrowed looking at you "What?"
"You said anytime, can I take you up on that offer?" He smirked "Right now?" You nodded "Right now."
He hesitated for a moment soaking in your words before laughing and leaning over to kiss you "Hell yeah."
a/n: im a little iffy about this fic but i know my chad lovers are lacking content rn so im trying my best. once again not proofread because i hate editing. IF YOU LIKED AND WANT MORE COMMENT OR REBLOG AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST.
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summary: When paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam.
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words: 2.320k
warnings: mean sam, light swearing, reader being down bad for our sammy, bad writing
authors note: alright my darlings the first chapter to the sam mini series as promised. the wonderful anon who requested this, my dear i am so sorry it took so long for me to get to this. although it's taken a while, i do hope you still enjoy this! feedback and comments are greatly appreciated:)
The wonders of college.
You get to meet new people, explore your sexuality, party like there’s no tomorrow, try new things and staying up till three in the morning crying over a piece of work that’s due that very morning that you decided to wait till the last minute to do only to instantly regret it, saying you’ll never do the same mistake next time but knowing deep down inside you will.
And of course the trials and tribulations of group projects. Something everyone loathed, and if anyone said otherwise they’re lying.
You have never been a fan of group projects; so when your professor announced that you’ll be doing a pair project you couldn’t tell if you wanted to slap him or cry. Probably both. The absolute worst thing about projects that involve more than one party member is awkwardly asking a stranger if they’re willing to work with you.
That’s why when you heard that familiar sweet voice speak to you, you couldn’t help but smile.
“You cool with doing this together?” Tara Carpenter asked you with a nervous smile.
You and Tara aren’t exactly friends, more like acquaintances; if one missed a presentation the other would give them their notes to copy off of, saving a seat next to each other, saying hello if you ever see each other around campus.
It isn’t the fact you don’t want to be friends with Tara, she seems like a really kind woman but she’s quite distant and quiet. You can’t judge her or shame her for it since you’re shy, awkward and always in a state of anxiety.
Maybe this would be the push to make you and Tara become friends.
You smile at the brunette with an appreciative gleam in your eyes. “Please. I was already planning a speech on why the professor should allow me to do this alone.” Tara laughs, covering her mouth with her hand as the corner of her eyes crinkled with delight.
“Lucky for me then.” Tara stays silent for a few moments before she added. “Do you wanna just get the whole awkward phone exchange now?”
You chuckled, nodding your head as you dug out your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, unlocking it and passing it over to her. Tara stares between and your phone almost bewildered with the fact you just passed your phone over to her without hesitation, rather than just saying your number.
She slowly takes your phone and adds her phone number into your contacts texting herself before passing it back to you. You smiled at her as you pocketed your phone back into its original space of your pocket.
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A few days have passed ever since you and Tara exchanged phone numbers but no plans had been made on when you two should start. You refused to leave this till the last second like you’ve done so many times before, swallowing your nerves you unlock your phone and send Tara a message.
Me (11:32am): hey tara it’s y/n from class, i was wondering what day we can meet to start our project. i was thinking we could meet in the library whenever you can :)
Instantly you shut your phone off after the message is delivered; there always has been something so weirdly intimidating about messaging someone you don’t really know. Deciding to distract yourself you go make yourself a sandwich for lunch, leaving your phone in your room.
After two episodes of New Girl and a delicious sandwich had been eaten you returned to your room in search of your phone. Flopping down on your bed you grab your phone and see Tara has messaged you back.
Tara (12:15pm): hi y/n:) if you’re free we can meet today to get started on our project? the only issue is that i can’t come to the library
Me (12:23pm): im more than good with today!! :D
Me (12:23pm): do you wanna come over to my apartment then??
Tara (12:24pm): actually is it alright if you come over to my apartment, around half two?
Me (12:24pm): yeah idm, just as long as we start it lol. where do you live?
Tara (12:28pm): the apartment complex near Blackmore, apartment number 56
Me (12:28pm): okie dokie, see you soon :D
Tara (12:29pm): 😊👍
You grinned to yourself slightly proud you’ve decided to be smart and start this project early. You just hoped the actual planning of the project would go just as smoothly.
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At two you decided to leave your apartment, wearing a simple white shirt along with some mom jeans. Not even ten minutes into your walk it began pouring down with rain, leaving you sprinting towards the complex as your heavy backpack hit your bag with every step.
Slamming the double door entrance to the apartment complex open, you instantly gasp for breath as water drips off of every part of you.
How fucking typical.
You pull out your phone and with wet fingers you send Tara a quick message before slowly starting to walk up the stairs.
By the second floor you started to get tired, by the third you began wondering why the fuck there isn’t an elevator in this place, by the fourth you’re questioning your life choices and by the time you arrive on the fifth floor you’re breathing like a life long smoker who just ran towards the store after noticing they’re out of cigarettes.
Like a zombie you walk over to the apartment door with the number ‘56’ on it, sluggishly you raise your hand and knock on the door two times.
After a painstakingly long time a woman answers the door, and you’re pretty sure your heart explodes at the sight of her.
She’s got olive skin that looks so irresistibly smooth, dark brown eyes that glared at you, she’s around the same height of you if not maybe a bit taller. She’s leaning against the door frame as she’s only opened the door a small amount so her figure could be shown.
Her lips are pulled in a tight straight line as her arms crossed over her stomach, the tight grey vest top she’s wearing showing off her impressive biceps. She’s glaring at you with her cold eyes as she glowers down at you.
“Who are you?” She asks in a voice that is ever so raspy, her eyes gazing up and down your body. Your ears burn scarlet red at her eyes checking you out as you stare at her in awe. “I’m, uhm, Tara’s project partner. Y/n L/n.” You stutter out as you can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest.
If this isn't gay panic you don’t know what is.
“Why are you so wet?” She questions with judging eyes.
‘Cause of you
“It started raining after I left my apartment and I didn’t bring a coat.” You explained with a nervous smile as you locked eyes with the woman’s.
She hummed as she turned to look behind her, after a few seconds the door opened wider and Tara appeared next to the woman, the height difference between the two almost making you laugh.
Tara smiled a small smile to you before it faded and changed into shocked one. “You’re soaked.” She states in a matter of fact way. You laugh nervously as you nod your head, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Started raining on the way here.”
She frowned concerned as she took a step back, allowing you to enter, while the older woman still stayed in the doorway, glaring daggers at you. You swallowed nervously as Tara glared at the woman. “Sam, she's fine, don't be a bitch.”
Sam
Sam stares at you for a while before she reluctantly leaves the doorway and back into the apartment, you smile at Sam’s behaviour as you turn to look at Tara.
“Sorry about her, she's just really protective over me.” Tara apologises with a smile as you enter the apartment, closing the door behind you.
As you get a good view of the apartment you notice two other people talking to Sam, you've seen them around Blackmore.
The three of them are glaring at you as they whisper among each other. When they notice you’re looking at them they silence, all silently staring back at you.
Without thinking, you wave your hand at them as you smile. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you two before around campus.”
Tara doesn’t allow you to say more as her slender fingers wrap around your wrist as she drags you towards the dining table, your eyes remained on her beautiful sister Sam.
“I'll get you a towel, you prepare.” Tara tells you with a smile before taking off. You nod your head as you do as she said, take off your backpack and take out everything from inside it and place it onto the table.
Tara thankfully returns a few minutes later with a towel and a dry hoodie, she passes them over to you.
“You can borrow the hoodie if you want since your shirt is more than less see through.” She says with an amused laugh, you look down at blush at the fact it’s quite obvious you’re wearing a black bra.
“Thank you.” You tell her with an embarrassed laugh as you shamelessly take off your shirt and throw it into your bag before putting on the hoodie. It's warm and slightly too big for you, but you don’t mind it.
Grabbing the towel you place it under you, making sure you wouldn’t utterly soak the chair from the rain on your pants.
She gives a smile before she begins talking about her plans on what you two could do, stretching to reach the notebook full of notes you had brought with you.
You tried listening to Tara, you truly did, but not even five minutes after Tara had begun talking Sam had entered the kitchen to make a drink.
Suddenly every word Tara uttered it went into one ear and flew right through the other.
Her back faced you as she grabbed the glass from the top cabinet, not even having to go on the tip of her toes to reach it, something the shorter Carpenter would definitely have to do.
You smiled without noticing the longer you gazed at the gorgeous woman as she carried on making her drink.
“Y/n.”
You snapped your head back at Tara who had her eyebrows raised. “Did you listen to anything I said?”
Sam turned to look at the both of you as she leaned against the counter, sipping her drink. Her eyes focused on you as she drank at a slow pace.
You smiled nervously at her to which Sam only scowled back at you.
“Yeah, uhm, work and stuff right?” You waffled with a smile, Tara simply sighed as she shook her head. She went to say something but got interrupted by her older sister.
“Is that my hoodie?” Your head whips back towards Sam’s direction, Sam’s eyes focused on you. You blushed as you noticed Tara and let you borrow McHottie’s Sam's hoodie, not hers.
Your fingers toyed with the bottom of the hoodie nervously, before you could reply with utter gibberish Tara answered over you.
“I let her borrow it since she was completely soaked.” She explained with a brief tight smile.
Sam hummed as she dropped the glass onto the counter. “But why give my hoodie to her? Why not yours?”
“Because It was closest to me, Sam. Jesus she isn’t going to do anything so calm down.” Tara defended you in an annoyed tone now, her eyes glaring at Sam as she leaned on her hand. “And tell Chad and Mindy to cut it out with the staring.”
“I can give it back if you’d like?” You gingerly asked. Both of the girl’s heads snapped towards you at your words.
“You don’t have to-” Tara started before Sam interrupted her speedily
“Yes. Give it back.” She demanded, pushing herself off the counter as she advanced towards you. Without hesitation you ripped the hoodie off of you, pulling it over your head quickly as your shirt rolled up with it.
You smiled sweetly at her as you passed her the hoodie with your right hand, your left hand not so subtly pulling down your shirt. Her fingers grazed over your knuckles as she retrieved the jumper from your hand, her eyes ogling at your shirt momentarily.
Her eyes connected with yours again as she pulled the hoodie to her side, she glowered over you as you looked up at her with a nervous smile.
She’s so fucking pretty, oh my fucking-
“Don’t give my stuff out again, Tara.” Sam told her sister as her eyes stayed glued to yours, “Sure, whatever, will you just leave now?” Tara says with annoyance clear in her tone, Sam stared at you for a few more seconds before she fulfilled her sister’s wish by leaving the kitchen silently.
Your eyes followed her leaving until she was out of your sight. Your eyes landed on the glaring twins to which you smiled awkwardly at them before you returned your attention back to Tara.
The shorter girl huffed as she flicked through a few pages of a notebook. “Sorry about her, she’s just really protective over me.” She apologised again.
You smiled dreamily at her as you thought more of the older sister. “You don’t have to apologise, it’s actually kinda sweet.”
Tara gives you a funny look as she snorts a laugh, her fingers finally stopping as she lands on the particular page she was looking for. “You must be delusional if you think Sam is sweet.”
Guess I’m delusional then, you thought with a smile as your eyes gazed over the half full glass Sam had left in the kitchen.
Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, sexual detailings, I know Chad has a big dick and knows how to use that thang
Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x black!reader, Chad Meeks x reader
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"I am scared."
You stood on the side of your bed, Chad staring at you from across the mattress. His shirt had been long discarded on your bedroom floor. His body glistening with a mist of sweat from making out with you.
"Why are you scared, Princess?" He furrowed his brows. "If you're uncomfortable we don't have to do this. I promise I don't care about when we have sex."
You and Chad had been dating for about four months. You met him at a Blackmore University mixer at the start of the semester, introducing yourself immediately when you saw him standing around a group of guys. Confidence was never something you struggled with so when you saw something you wanted, you went for it. That's one of the things you and your boyfriend had in common.
At first you didn't know where things would go with him. While he seemed to like you, there was something still off about Chad. He was guarded and you could tell it had nothing to do with you personally. A month into hanging out with him you decided to get clarity. One night after watching movies together in your apartment you asked him if he wanted to be with you or just have fun every now and then.
You would have been fine with either, but, honestly you wanted him in more ways than one.
Chad being Chad, he comforted you, assuring you that he really liked you and wanted you all the time. When you asked what was holding him back you saw how glossy his eyes got.
He began to share with you the hell he experienced last year in his hometown of Woodsboro, California. How a masked psycho named "Ghostface" had been torturing his family for decades and now him, suffering the same curse. His uncle, Randy Meeks, being the person that linked him to these murders following his untimely death in 1998.
Chad was amazed at the fact that you never heard of the Woodsboro murders. You admitted that you had seen Stab before at a sleepover when you were a kid but never realized that it was based on a true story.
You are blissfully clueless on how deep the blood river ran until being with Chad. Even then, there were worse things that frightened you than a Ghostface killer.
"Why are you scared?" Chad repeated, eyes soft in waiting for you to speak.
You motioned down at his sweatpants. "Because you're ya know ... you're big."
"I'm … big?!" Chad nearly shouted, laughter falling from his lips.
You crossed your arms, unamused at his humor. "Stop." You warned, throwing your head back in frustration. "You're slanging a fucking semi truck and you know I'm a virgin. It's not funny." You pouted.
"Oh, Babe..." Chad frowned. He came around the side of the bed, trying to hug you but you playfully swat his hands away. "I forgot, Y/N, I'm sorry."
You rolled your eyes. "I'm sorry." You mocked, turning away from him.
His hand grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sensation. The fact that this intensity felt good throughout your body. "If you want me to, I'll teach you how to fuck. We can explore what you like." Chad raised a brow. "Do you want that, Baby?"
You nodded slowly, almost drunk on looking at Chad so closely. You always told him that he was a pretty boy, but, this ferocity in his eyes was new. It was sexy.
"Good. Get on the bed." He pointed at the mattress. You started taking your pants off but quickly were stopped. "Don't worry about that right now. Just get on."
You did as you were told, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Chest rising and falling with anxiousness. Being a virgin in college was almost unheard of, but, you didn't want to have sex with just anybody. You were picky with your shoes and they only go on your feet. Chad's softness and consideration to your first time further solidified that you made the right choice in waiting for him.
"So ... what now?" You asked.
Chad crawled onto the bed, hovering over you with his arms holding him in place. He leaned down, kissing your lips intensely and awaiting your tongue to enter his mouth. You held his face, lips moving in sync while you rubbed your legs together. Clit throbbing as you felt Chad's cock pressing against your front.
He detached his lips from yours and was panting for air. The kisses moved down your body and onto your semi-exposed breasts in your half cup bra, boobs spilling over the material. "Is this okay?" Chad asked.
"It's amazing, Baby." You huffed, playing with his curls as his head rested on your stomach.
His long fingers hooked on your cotton shorts. "I'm going to take these off of you now, okay?" He asked.
"Okay." You moaned.
Gently he peeled off your shorts and underwear, throwing them off into the corner with his tee shirt. He leaned down, face to face with your heat that glistened for him. "You're absolutely soaking for me, Princess." He smiled.
Before you could speak his tongue began to flick over your clit. Playing with the sensitive nub and applying pressure ever so slightly. You grabbed onto his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy as you panted out his name. "Fuck..." You rolled your eyes. Shockwaves being sent down your spine.
Chad lifted his head up, his index and middle fingers approaching your lips. "Open." He demanded, placing his fingers into your mouth. "Suck."
You ran your tongue over his fingers. The smell of his Coach cologne on his wrist wafting over your nose. You moaned again with your eyes fluttering shut. Chad took his fingers from your mouth and inserted them into you. Pumping in and out as you heard your wetness below.
You could feel the sensation building in your belly that you've never had when he's done this before. There was fire rising in your chest, making you buck your hips against his movements.
You snuck a look at his boxers, his cock begging to be inside of you immediately and poking through the grey Calvin Klein material. "Take those off." You stated.
"You're rushing me?" You boyfriend chuckled. "I thought you were scared, Love?"
You grabbed onto his arm, sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Dripping your arousal all onto the comforter due to the sudden movement. "Take. It. Off." You growled, staring into his soul. "Or I'll do it for you."
"Go for it." He shrugged, smirking at your initiative.
Narrowing your eyes, you removed his fingers from your wet cunt. Wrapping your hand around his neck you brought Chad in for a kiss, tasting your sweetness on his lips. By throwing your legs on either side of his body you pushed his back down onto the mattress. Breaking the kiss, you took his boxers in your hands and snaked them down his legs. Freeing his cock from the material and the recoil caused his dick to slap his stomach. Making Chad hiss a bit in pain.
"Sorry!" You cowered, biting your lip nervously.
He shook his head. "I'm fine, keep going." He encouraged. You wrapped your manicured fingers around his throbbing cock. "I know you don't need help with this part." Chad teased.
You winked in your boyfriend's direction. With a lick of your lips you placed a kiss on the tip of his leaking dick before shoving it into your mouth. Tongue swirling around his cock as you made your way down his shaft. Using the spit you left behind, you pumped your fist up and down around his long member. Continuing to have the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
"That's it, Princess." He supported you. His hand pressing down on the back of your head to go deeper, he wanted to feel every part of you on his dick. "Just like that."
You took it out of your mouth, spitting on the tip and placing it back down your throat once more. You moaned with him in your mouth, clit throbbing painfully as your cunt ached for him to be inside of you.
"Can you help me?" You asked once his cock was free from your hold.
Chad nodded intently. "Do you wanna stay on top or do you want me to be?" His hands grabbed your waist, fingers kissing the curvature of your ass. "For your first time you might want to lay down, Babe."
"I think I like being on top." You pouted, staring at his glistening dick before looking into his eyes. "I wanna ride you."
Your boyfriend nodded. "Okay. I'll show you what to do in this position, then after we can switch. I want you to feel it from top too."
"I feel like this is gonna hurt." You grimaced. "What do I do?"
Chad cupped your ass, lifting you into the air a little. "I'm gonna guide you, alright?" He positions you over his cock. "Put it in."
"Slow?" You asked.
"Slow." He answered.
You placed the tip at your entrance, your pleasure mixed with the spit on his dick allowed it to slip in easily. "I'm slowly gonna let you go." Chad said, lowering you onto his thick cock. A grimace came across your lips as the pressure overwhelmed you. "You okay? You wanna stop?"
"Keep going." You assured him.
You fully sat on Chad's dick, feeling as if it was stabbing your insides. His hands found their way back to your sides, moving you up and down on his member. You started getting into his rhythm and moved your hips against his. The pressure between your legs beginning to fade with each stroke. Your hands were pressed against his built chest, beginning to thrust into his hips all on your own.
Chad stared up at you only to be met with closed eyes. You were so focused on making this experience good for him that you got lost in it. Insecurities about this being your first time hitting you. Would Chad like it? He's done this before, what if you're the worst he's ever had?
"Look at me, Babygirl." He said softly. You opened your eyes, a smile on his lips as you rocked against his body. "Don't think about me right now."
You nodded, cheeks growing red as Chad knew exactly why you were inside your head so intensely. "Sorry. I just want to be good."
"You're fucking stellar." Your boyfriend smirked, hands grabbing your breasts and kneading them in his hands. "You're so fucking good for me, Y/N." He moaned, mouth open as you settled fully on his length.
You covered your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed ... I'm actually tired from riding."
Chad chuckled. "Don't be embarrassed. Let me take care of you now." He placed a kiss on your lips before kissing your forehead. "Up you go."
He wrapped his arms around your body and turned you around, returning you to your original position with your back pressed against the comforter. "You want to keep going?" He asked, his dick still sitting inside of you.
"Yeah." You nodded. "Can we um .. can we try choking?"
Chad smiled. "Anything you want, Princess. You want to do it to me or--"
"I want you to choke me."
His eyes lit up. You were beginning to speak his love language while he was starting to learn yours. The feeling of being sexually compatible made his cock twitch inside of you. His hand wrapped around your throat, thumb and middle finger pressing against the sides of your skin.
When your eyes rolled back to your head and your back began to arch off of the bed, he knew you weren't going to last long under his touch.
"Just like that." You choked out, touching your titties and flicking your own nipples. Chad's thrusts began to quicken. His free hand grabbed your waist, slamming into your cunt repeatedly as you called out for him. "Fuck, Chad! Oh my god." You whined. "Harder, Baby, please!"
He raised an amused brow. "Harder?" He repeated.
"Make me cry, Daddy, please." You whined.
Your boyfriend let go of your throat. His other hand joining your hip and moving your body in sync with his, pushing himself into you with such ferocity that it brought tears to your eyes. "Pussy so fucking good, Y/N." He whispered. "Such a good girl for me. Taking this cock for the first time."
"Mmm it's so good." A knot forming in the deepest pit of your belly. "I, fuck, I think I'm about to come."
"What's it feel like, Baby?" He asked.
You balled your fists beside you, pulling on the comforter. "It-It's like pressure on my shit--" You felt like sinking into the bed. "pressure in my tummy." You released your grip on the bed. Chad taking your hand in his and holding onto it.
"You're almost there." Chad nodded proudly. "Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" Your eyes spoke for you. "I need to hear you say it, Y/N."
You parted your lips. "I'm so close, please!"
"Say it."
"Chad--"
"Say it!"
"Ugh!" The knot in your stomach unraveled, releasing creamy arousal all over Chad's cock.
He slammed into your hips roughly, residing in that spot for a few seconds before pulling out. His fingers curled around his member and pumped his shaft. Hot, clear-like, cum squirted from his cock. Dropping onto your stomach and pooling into your belly button.
You panted feverishly, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at your boyfriend. Chad hid a smile and looked away from you for a brief moment. He emptied his load, wiping his tip and bringing the liquid to your lips. You sucked the droplets from his finger and laid back down onto the bed.
"How do you feel?" Chad inquired, grabbing a dirty washcloth from your hamper. Cleaning off the cum from your stomach and patting your thigh gently.
You chuckled to yourself. "That's what sex feels like?" You turned your body to face him. "I want more."
Your boyfriend settled back onto the bed next to you. "Wait, did you not come?" He asked worriedly. Chad craned his neck down towards your cunt, seeing the pooling of your arousal settling into the sheets. "No, you definitely came."
"What time do we have to pick up Tara for this Halloween party?" You ran your nails against his chest.
Chad could feel his cheeks growing red. "Considering we still have to shower and you literally take a million years to get ready, we don't have the time." He got up off the bed, motioning for you to come join him in the bathroom.
"What about shower sex?" You pouted. Coming up behind him and poking him in the back.
He shook his head. "I'd rather not have you fall and break your neck." He said, shutting down the idea immediately. "That would kind of put a damper on things, Babe."
"Oh shut up." You smacked his bare ass playfully. "Just be ready to giddy up on this pussy later."
Chad laughed, turning around in the bathroom and picking you up. Your legs finding themselves hooked around his hips as he kissed you. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
⋆ ★ enjoying your night with your girlfriend mindy, a much needed break from all of the restless chaos in both of your lives.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ fem!readers only ,, sfw ,, this is kinda very short i just wanted to write smth for my girl
mindy lounged on the worn, navy blue couch that dominated your shared dorm room, the fabric soft and moldable from countless hours of use. the room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the flickering screen of your boxy tv tucked into the corner. mindy's eyes were glued to the screen, taking in every gory detail of the low-budget horror flick you had queued up for movie night.
behind the couch the wall was adorned with a mix of posters and artwork, a chaotic collage of mindy's deepest obsessions. a vintage marvel poster, its colors faded and creased, hung beside a framed photo of mindy and you grinning maniacally at comic-con, dressed as black widow and scarlet witch. beneath them, a collection of horror movie posters.
the air was thick with the scent of microwave popcorn and the lingering aroma of your perfume. mindy's nose wrinkled slightly as she caught a whiff of it, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
mindy's eyes flicked away from the screen as she heard the rustling and clattering of items from the kitchen, her ears perking up at the sound of her girlfriends movements. she sat up slightly, glancing towards the kitchen doorway, expecting to see you emerge at any moment with an armful of snacks and treats.
"babe, hurry up!" mindy called out, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and impatience. "swear im gonna start charging you for those snacks you’re making me wait on."
her fingers tapped against the arm of the couch as she waited, her leg bouncing slightly in anticipation. the kitchen light spilled out into the dim living room, casting a warm glow across the floor and illuminating the clutter of discarded clothes and empty soda cans strewn haphazardly about.
mindys gaze darted between the tv screen and the kitchen doorway, her attention divided between the gory spectacle unfolding before her and the anticipation of your return. she couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance at the delay, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of warmth and affection as you finally appeared in the doorway, laden down with an assortment of snacks and treats.
"there you are," a grin spread across her face as she reached out to take a fistful of potato chips from the bag you held out to her.
the curly haired girl scooted over slightly on the couch, making room for you to settle in beside her. as you sat down, the couch creaked softly beneath your combined weight, the worn springs compressing.
"about time, too. i was starting to think you'd gotten lost in our pantry or something."
you rolled your eyes, but a grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you settled in beside mindy on the couch.
"well, excuse me for wanting to find the perfect snack to complement our gory viewing experience," you retorted, holding up a bag of chocolates. "besides, someone's got to keep your blood sugar up, meeks."
mindy scoffed, plucking a few of the chocolate candies from the bag and popping them into her mouth. "pfft, please. im not the one who needs a constant influx of sugary snacks to keep going," she teased, nudging you playfully with her elbow. "i think it's you who's got the sweet tooth."
you gasped in mock outrage, clutching at your chest dramatically. "i do not! i just...appreciate the finer things in life," you declared, voice dripping with feigned haughtiness. "and ive seen the way you inhale entire pizzas like it's your job. i think you're the one with the unnatural appetite."
mindy laughed, leaning in closer to you. "guilty as charged," she murmured, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "but then again, i burn a lot of calories being this charming and witty all the time. gotta keep my energy up somehow."
rolling your eyes, a playful smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned in closer. "charming? you mean annoying, don't you?" you teased, voice dropping to a low, playful whisper. "i think you just like hearing yourself talk."
mindy's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached out to playfully walk two fingers up the sleeve of your shirt. "well, i am pretty fascinating company," she quipped, her gaze flickering briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes once more. "but if youd rather go back to watching this d-list movie, i suppose i could try to be less captivating."
your gaze softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "you know what? i think id rather be annoyed by you," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "besides, its not like they have much left to do besides show a bunch of people running and screaming."
mindy's heart skipped a beat. "can’t resist me, huh?..." she trailed off.
your smile softened into a gentle, affectionate grin as you let mindy pull you in closer, until you were nestled against the curve of her body like a puzzle piece clicking into place. "no, i can't resist you," you murmured, voice barely a whisper as she settled your head onto the crook of mindy's shoulder.
her arm curled around your waist, holding you close as she nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume. it was a scent that had become achingly familiar to mindy, a smell that always seemed to linger in their shared dorm room long after you had left for class or work.
as the movie played on in the background, mindy found herself paying less and less attention to the flickering screen, her focus instead zeroing in on the soft, warm weight of your body pressed against her own. she could feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath you took, could feel the way your fingers absently toyed with the hem of her shirt.
meeks hand drifted lazily up and down your side, her fingertips tracing the gentle curve of your waist and hip through the thin fabric of your shirt. she could feel the warmth of your skin beneath, the way your muscles twitched slightly at the touch.
every so often, you would tilt your head to the side and press a soft, lingering kiss to mindy’s jaw or chin.
on the tv, the movie continued to play, but neither of them were paying it much mind anymore. instead, they were lost in their own little world, wrapped up in the simple pleasure of being close to one another. mindys chin rested atop your head, her breath ruffling the silky strands of your hair as she held you near.
every so often, one of them would chuckle softly at some long-forgotten joke from the movie, or murmur a teasing comment under their breath. but mostly, they were quiet, content to simply exist in this moment of peaceful, intimate silence.
mindy's thumb traced circles on your hip, the gentle touch a soothing, almost hypnotic sensation. she could feel the tension slowly bleeding out of your body, could sense you relaxing more and more into her embrace with each passing second.
she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple before murmuring lowly against your skin, "hey, sleepyhead... how about we just forget the movie and go to bed? im feeling pretty tuckered out myself."
without waiting for a response, mindy carefully slid out from behind you, mindful not to disturb you too much. she stood up, her muscles flexing as she stretched. y/n blinked up at her, a sleepy, dazed look on your face as you took in the sight of mindy looming over you.
mindy reached down and scooped you up into her arms, cradling you close to her chest. you instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling into the crook as mindy began to carry you towards your shared bedroom.
the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lamp on your girlfriends bedside table. the bed was a tangled mess of sheets and blankets, a testament to the restless sleep of two people who shared a bed but rarely slept at the same time.
mindy carefully laid you down on the bed, her hands lingering on your waist and hips as she eased you down onto the mattress. your eyes fluttered closed, a soft, contented sigh escaping your lips as you burrowed into the warmth of the bed.
mindy quickly shed her own clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor before sliding in beside you, pulling you close and wrapping her arms around your waist. you instinctively rolled over to face her, hands coming up to cup mindy's face as you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
"goodnight, mindy," you murmured against her lips, voice soft and drowsy with sleep.
she smirked softly, her eyes glinting with playful mischief even in the low light of the bedroom. "must've really taken a lot out of you, huh? all that intense snack hunting?" she teased, her voice a low, gentle murmur.
you let out a soft, sleepy chuckle, your own eyes crinkling at the corners as she gazed up at Mindy. "shh, don't start," you mumbled, words slightly slurred with exhaustion.
mindy just grinned, leaning in to press one last soft kiss to your forehead before settling back against her pillow. she tightened her arms around you, holding you close as she felt her own eyelids growing heavy.
"goodnight, babe," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she felt herself starting to drift off.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : this was so short but i just wanted a cute little blurb of ma girl ( ^ω^ ) — please send plot requests i beg + i do other fandoms
