#suicideboysfanfic

[lilwetto]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (18+)

Scrim x Y/N

Warnings: SMUT. Also will be written in third person BUT it might change to first since it's easier for me idk yet. might change it.

A/N this is my first scrim smut, so GO EASY ON ME. I also cannot do small paragraphs. I'M SORRY. I'm learning okay lmao, this is new to me all over again- this will not be light work, ok? Also would appreciate requests n shit, I want to actually test how far I can go with these while writing my stories on wattpad. I'll update whenever I can here, there's no hate here, only love. All my smut that I post here will be on my wattpad under LTE since I want to make an imagines book based on requests. It's difficult writing stories and trying to come up with ideas for imagines so pls give me ideas.

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It's been a month since you've heard from Scott, the two of you had been fighting on and off for the last three years, being in a relationship with him had never been an easy one. You had been best friends from the start to failed lovers now, he had written a verse about you in their song Escape from Babylon- talking about how you had gone from saying "I hate you" to "I love you", you've been in love with Scott since before the fame, however he had never felt the same way about you until a few years ago. 

Your last falling out, you decided to pack all of your shit and move out of the home you two shared. He was entertaining the females on tour and that seemed to be the last of your strength to stay in that relationship, leaving hurt the most since you felt like he never fought for you. 

Unfortunately, you’d have to see him again, you were their stylist for onstage attire and helping with the style of any music video any of them would be in. You knew Scott had a music video coming up, he had been writing a new album for the last year and a half. some new genres for him to try. Autotune being his best friend of course. 

You were dreading that phone call from their manager, Kyle. He knew your relationship with Scott was in fact all over the place, everyone could see that the two of you would always fall out, it was no secret that you were slowly starting to hate the person he had become. 

The last few minutes were peaceful yet horrible as you were pulled from your thoughts by the harsh ringtone of your iPhone. You groan out loud as Kyle’s name flashed across the screen, knowing you couldn’t ignore it. He paid you to do your job. 

“What?” You mumbled after accepting the call. 

“Nice to hear you’re cheery, Y/N.” His chuckle rattled your brain, rolling your eyes in disgust. “We need you to style this next video, come out to Chihuahuan Desert.” The fucking desert? Great. You think to yourself.

“When?” You mumble. You already knew the answer to your question, now. 

“Now would be great.” You look at the time. 

“Why the fuck are you guys picking closer to 11pm?” You didn’t want to leave the comforts of your bed. You managed to find a small apartment in New Mexico since your house with Scott was located in the middle of New Mexico. 

“Y/N, we’re not doing this again, be here in the next hour.” Kyle hung up on you, making you more annoyed than ever as you climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes that’ll keep you warm for the night. 

You drive your car to Chihuahuan Desert, seeing parts of the crew already setting up the lighting for this music video. Scott hadn’t released any new music yet, he had so much in the vault and was too picky to choose what he wanted to do with them all. 

You weren’t happy that they wanted to do this music video at stupid o’clock, parking your car and climbing out. You walk towards the group of people, seeing Kyle getting hands on. “Where is he?” You ask. Clearly not wanting to see or talk to Scott. 

“He’s in that trailer.” He pointed towards the trailer park looking as home. You rolled your eyes and walked up to the doors, knocking loudly as you hear a grumble and the words “come in.” 

Scott was looking over a few pieces of clothing, keeping his eyes locked onto the table as you stepped into the trailer. A part of you wanted to hug him tightly, but the other part wanted to cuss him out and cry. You were the only two in the trailer, looking over at the thousands of clothing that he couldn’t pick from. 

You grab a white oversized shirt, orange sweatshirt and a pair of his baggy jeans, placing them to the side as you looked over at his accessories. “What were you thinking of wearing?” You break the silence first. 

“Was thinking maybe this chain and bracelet.” Your hand brushes against his as the two of you go to pick up the same item. “Sorry.” You mumble quickly. 

Scott shrugs it off and plays it cool as he picks up the white cowboy hat and places it onto his head, a different look for him. He was branching out, picking up new styles from what he does in Suicideboys. 

“I want to say I’m sorry.” He started, catching you by surprise. Scott never apologized; he was stubborn as fuck when it came to him being wrong. In Scott’s eyes he was always right, who was the female in your relationship, huh?

“Doesn’t matter, I’m over it.” You say before you can even stop your words from rolling off the tip of your tongue. Scott wouldn’t like that answer and it felt foreign coming from you as you turned your back to leave the trailer to let him get dressed. 

“What?” His hand enclosed around your right upper arm, making you mentally groan. This is the last thing you wanted to deal with right now. “You don’t give a fuck about us?” 

You let out the biggest laugh as you turn your head to look at him. “That’s rich coming from you. Scott, it’s you who doesn’t give a fuck about us. I have chased you and pleaded and what would you do?” You huffed in annoyance as he turned you to face him. 

“You know I ain’t mean it like that, shawty.” He was doing his little cheesy grin, the one that would get him what he wanted as he bit on his lip. 

“Get changed, you asshole.” You wanted to leave because this always happened, it was always a cycle with Scott, and you were too tired to keep going around like a merry-go-round. 

He pulled your hands towards his belt, lingering your fingers over the cold metal piece. “I think I need some help.” He mumbled that grin still sitting on his lips made you want to slap it off. 

You thought about leaving, but somehow you were in a trance, helping him out of his clothes to change into these new ones. He reached around you, locking the door from behind you before he pressed you up against it. 

His arm outstretched beside your head, resting his hand on the door. “Suck it.” He mumbled, his other hand now holding your chin as his thumb grazed against your lower lip. 

Being the good girl that you were, you slowly got to your knees and with the help of Scott had his pants around his thighs. He was semi-hard, almost waving at you. Your eyes doe-like, stared up at him as you slowly stuck your tongue out. 

You tapped the head of his length against your tongue, you were going to tease him. Scott didn’t deserve to get it how he wanted it, you slowly run the tip of your tongue from the head to the base then back again before spitting at the end. 

He was trying not to moan, watching your every move like a predator stalking its prey. His thumb caressed your cheek as you eased him between your lips, gently nipping your teeth against his sensitive skin. This earned you a small groan from him, this was new, you hardly ever took the upper hand when it came to sex. 

“Y/N, stop teasing.” He grumbled, getting flustered by the lack of contact that he wanted. You peered up to his eyes, seeing the sparkle glistening in his eyes from the lights outside. 

Scott didn’t care much for people hearing and sometimes he didn’t care if anyone saw the two of you fuck, you were his girl and only his. He grabbed your hair in an attempt to get you to do what he asked. The game you were playing with him? Dangerous as hell. 

You pulled your head away, gazing up at him like a deer in the headlights. The look he always loved seeing on you. “Stop fucking playin, Y/N…” He was becoming agitated. 

“Who said I was playing, Scotty?” A small smirk finally appeared on your lips as his hand moved from your face to your hair in seconds, forcing you to be face-to-face with his now hardened length. 

He was throbbing, you could see it with the way it moved like it had a pulse. Your tongue touched the tip, jumping in excitement over a little bit of contact. Your lips finally making the contact that he so longed for, wrapping around his length caused Scott to groan under his breath. 

“Fuck..” Those words weren’t meant to be heard especially by you. He didn’t want you knowing that he had been missing you, his stubbornness stopped him from calling and texting you, refusing to sleep with any girl that threw themselves at him. 

He gripped your hair and slowly began to thrust his hips as he forced you to bob your head against them, taking the upper hand like he always done. You gagged slightly, feeling him hit the back of your throat. It had been awhile, moaning against him before he pulled himself out. 

He forced you up, pinning your back against the door as he roughly pulled your pants and panties off, standing on them to keep them in place so you could take them off without falling over. Scott grabbed your hand as he fell back against the couch, pulling you on top of his lap as he then eased himself inside of you. 

A low groan fell from his lips as he held your hips tightly, allowing you to move when you wanted to. The feeling of him stretching you out caused a soft whimper to burst from your throat, you had missed this feeling of him inside of you. 

You began to slowly rock your hips back and forth, each time you’d build more confidence in each roll forward. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you began to spell ‘coconut’ with your hips. 

“Holy shit… Y/N, you been watching videos or some shit?” His eyes peered from under the hat, licking his lips as he thought about devouring you right there and then.

You laugh under your breath which turned into a moan as Scott began to thrust up inside of you. His hands holding your hips firmly still as his hip movements became faster. His groans were filling the empty spaces as you began to rub circular motions against your clit, you refused to let him be the only one to cum. 

“Fuck… I can’t hold it anymore.” He mumbled, you took the hat from off his head and placed it onto your own. 

Your hips began to move faster against his own movements. Your moans becoming louder as he quickly covered your mouth, grunting as he filled you with his thick, warm load. You whimper under your breath as you feel yourself tighten around him, releasing yourself all over him.  

“Shit…” He chuckled quietly under his breath before placing a couple of soft kisses to your lips. “That was good.” 

You hum in response and slowly slide him out. “What can I say? I missed it.” You placed the hat back on his head and pulled your panties n pants back on before heading outside again. 

Everyone was staring over as you exited the trailer. “What?” You mumbled as Kyle came over. 

“The entire team heard the two of you..” He laughed, acting as if he was embarrassed for us. 

“What can I say? I like to save the horses and ride me a cowboy instead.” 

[lilwettos]

for my scrim fanfic lmao

[lilwetto]

PLS WRITE A SMUT FOR RUBY PLS PLS I FUCKING BEG

WHERE'S YOUR GOD? (18+)

RUBY x Y/N

Warning: this is not for under 18s, pls stop reading if you're 16 and reading this; broski, put your head in some booksNOT SMUT BOOKS 😭 

I apologise if it's not as good as the Scrim one, I'm still getting used to writing reader x the boys.

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Tonight was the last show of the year, everyone working their asses off to make everything run smoothly. You were part of the sound tech crew, spending every single day with the team. 

The set finished over an hour ago, leaving you to wind down in your hotel room with a few of the other females that were on this tour, some of them were girlfriends of the crew and some were just groupies. 

“Anyone else joining the party tonight?” Sammy asked from the bathroom. She was brushing the frizz from her hair. She was one of the merch boys’ girlfriend. 

“Probably not.” You answer, getting a few boos from the girls that were deciding on going. 

“Girl, come on, you know Ari will be there, and he has had his eyes on you for a while.” Sammy turned to look at you, placing her brush down onto the counter.

“No, he doesn’t, girl quit lyin.” One of the groupies called out, she had been hitting it with Aristos and Scott since she came on tour a few weeks ago. 

No one knew that you and Ruby had slept together one night on this tour, however things weren’t the same anymore after he had won by getting into your pants. 

You didn’t feel like you could turn to anyone about the situation as many of the girls liked to gossip on their social medias. Ruby was his alter ego and although you knew his real name; you felt like you weren’t titled to call him by his name. 

“She’s right, he doesn’t have his eyes on me. He has his eyes on drugs and free pussy.” You mumbled the last part, hearing the pin drop in the silence that you had created by that one comment. 

Sammy sighed as the girls began to pile out of the room, shaking her head towards your direction as she walked out of the room without another word said to you. 

You were begging for this free time all on tour, allowing you to think of everything… that Ruby did to you that night. 

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Your breathes were shortened as your fingers worked faster against the now sensitive, swollen skin, silently screaming for a release. You had been alone for the last two hours, everyone wouldn’t be back until late; giving you time to get the frustration you felt out. 

“Fuck.. Ruby..” You whined, biting down on your lower lip as your eyebrows furrowed together, that all familiar feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach. 

Toes curling, sheets grabbing and your back arching off of the mattress; you came against your fingers. Gasping at the sensation that shot through your body, you were shaking, needing that release desperately.

“Damn, you could’ve invited me.” You screamed from a voice startling you from the direction of the door. 

There in the hallway, stood Ruby, smirking at the sight of your half naked body. If you could die in embarrassment, this would be the time as you tugged the blanket over your body. “Get out!” Your cheeks flushed, how much of this did he see?

"Come on, don't be like that, you wanted me here, and here I am." He stepped into your room, the atmosphere shifting as he gripped the corner of the blanket and ripped it from your body. "We have a few hours." He mumbled.

He was right, everyone would be getting slaughtered, but why wasn't he? "Why aren't you at the party?" You asked quietly, swallowing the small lump that had formed in your throat as he began to unbuckle his belt. 

"Wasn't the same without you bein' there." Your cheeks darkened as his knee pressed down onto the mattress, grabbing your left leg before he pulled you to the corner of the bed. 

His fingers slowly ran between the forbidden set of lips, slipping his middle and ring finger inside as you gasped quietly. The high still there as he worked his fingers in and out slowly. 

"Stop ignoring me, Y/N.. you've been killin' me all this tour." He muttered as his lips grazed against your neck. The heightened feeling of his lips against your skin and fingers inside of you made your brain foggy. 

Had you been ignoring him or had he not been paying you any attention of his? 

Your eyes roll as his fingers quickened, the curling motion inside had you moaning softly. You were trying to fight to open your eyes, but how could you when his fingers worked magic? 

A softened whimper left your lips as the empty feeling of his fingers leaving you was replaced with his wet tongue. "Fuck.." Your fingers tangle roughly into the untamed mane on his head. 

"Say my name again." He mumbled before rolling his tongue against your skin, more whimpers and moans were falling from your lips from the pleasure his tongue put you through.

You could barely form any words as his tongue slowly pushed into you, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on that one spot on your clit that placed you into a moaning mess; he remembered how you liked it. 

His lips enclosed around your clit, sucking softly before he pulled away. The whimpers and moans becoming louder. “Say my name.” He muttered; this time his length was lined with your entrance.

“R-Ruby…” You stuttered, gasping loudly as he slowly entered you. 

Your face burning from the embarrassment you felt as his eyes roamed your face, does he think I’m ugly? He gave a small smirk, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. 

Feeling each inch, he gave you as he slowly pulled out then entered again. Your moans were continuous, gripping his arms for some support as you felt yourself slipping away from him each time. 

His hand moved to your neck, fingering the small, thin chain that held a cross against your collarbone. Faith is something you had been struggling with recently. “Where’s your God, now?” He mumbled to himself as he bucked his hips roughly, burying himself deeply inside of you.

Your screams muffled by your fist that you had decided to bite down onto. All your embarrassment and worries gone as Ari flipped you onto your knees; ass in the air as your chest was pressed against the bed. 

His hips moving in a way that had you cursing and moaning with each thrust. Your thighs trembled as his hands held your hips, tightly gripping them; using them as handles to guide him back into you. 

“Fuck… Y/N.” He muttered, slowly rolling your hips in a circle with the help of his hands. 

That familiar burning filled the lower part of your abdomen, stomach muscles tightening as you gave no warning before releasing around him. Your moans became louder, gripping the sheets of the bed as Ari helped you ride out your high. 

“Shit…” Ari pulled out, groaning under his breath as you felt the wet, sticky substance covering your inner thighs. “Tell me you’re on some birth control?” He mumbled. 

“No…” You answered, breathing heavily as you closed your eyes; biting your lower lip as you sat on cloud nine. 

“Well shit, shawty.” The movements of him moving around and the sound of the door closing behind left you in a state of confusion and excitement. He’ll be back again. 

[lilwetto]

So if you’re new here and want to read a lil something that’s a bit steamy… I have a scrim fanfic (that I’m editing atm to make it longer) it’s almost a 12hr book but I’ve seen people complete it in like 8hrs 😂 it has smut and drugs n mentions of SH/Child abuse BUT I think it’ll be worth your time (I hope) — This is the book that I’m going to officially publish (with different names so there’s no lawsuit against me)

[lilwetto]

spending the last seven hours editing chapters really is mind numbing to the world. So far I've done to chapter 16, and I have like 16 more chapters to go. I think this'll be the ONLY longest book I'll ever write tbf. Might make it my retiring from writing book 💀

wattpad.com/lilwetto

[lilwettos]

Having people message me, asking if I'm going to add more chapters or detail to my book that I thought would literally go nowhere actually fucking hits.

I appreciate the little messages of people saying they love my book, and they always look forward to updates 🥺🥹 this is the stuff that keeps me going, giving me a goal etc.

[lilwettos]

I can't wait to release another book, but for now this one will be in the works until I can perfect chapter 1. A teaser will be released tonight.